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'You are the inventor of The Game' she looked at me confused.
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' You designed a game that would make a world better... You used your DNA to produce a game which will follow your heart, soul and brain but you also made agreements that the would try to replica your life as some sort I'm not sure what happened but somehow something bad happened and the game backfired and started making you go crazy and have complete hallucinate. You thought everyone was against in real life because of the game; you started to picture stuff which wasn't happening the game made your friends be completely different towards you but in a good way and you loved it and your life was perfect but here in the real world it isn't, I'm sorry to tell you this but you need to destroy the disc so you can let go of the game and not bother with letting it destroy obviously the game will still exist but not in the way you wanted it to- you came to me and wanted my help in trying to improve the bugs in the game and I did that now it's sorted it's all okay- everything is okay' he told me.
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I looked at him trying to work out if he was lying or not, but my brain was frazzled and it hurt too think so I nodded and said 'Thank you for your help and thank you for fixing the game'
He smiled at me and I smiled at him.
The game was then destroyed and no one remembers this incident apart from me because I seemed to have kept a disc inside my brain and no one can get to it.
What have I done?
