Prologue

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Whelp. Mount Song. This is it. The place where my story ends.

I've never been here before. Mostly because this is the place where, according to Error, "All the attention whores go to off themselves."

Ha. Guess I'm one of those now.

Chris, this is crazy! Are you seriously going to go through with this?

Of course I am. I'm not chicken.

B—

Shut up, Charlie. If I'm gonna kill myself, I'd like you to shut up while I do it.

Wow. That pit sure looks deep. It's got to be at least five feet. I can't even see the bottom.

Well, beggars can't be choosers. If I happen to survive, I've got my trusty magic knives. That'll finish me off, at least.

Here goes nothing. Goodbye, you damned, good for nothing world.

This'll be over soon.
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...huh? Is that...running water?

What the—am I in an underground cavern? What happened? Where am I?

And why am I still alive?

Agh, doesn't matter. A cavern has cliffs, right? One more fall should finish me off.

It can't get any worse from here.

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