The sky was dark, the clouds above almost seeming to be real, except for their slight pixelation. Even the ground underneath me was fake, the dew only a figment of this thing they put us in. It's like prison, minus the iron bars and the required necessities. But it still has the guards. Watchers, as we call them. They are the chasers in this endless game of tag, and we are the runners, escape is always futile, when they find you, there is no chance of survival. None, a zero in ten-million chance. That's how they got dad, and Grace, they got them all. I'm the only left from my core group, jake Matthew Halo, alone and scared. Now I have to fight the Red Fists, the main alliance, the dominant race in this world. The Watchers never go after them, they have the numbers, though the Watchers have the fire power. My gun, that flimsy little piece of damn scrap metal, that's all I have, a pistol, to fight for my life.
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Legacy
AdventureThe sun's bright, normal, but not real. It never is. For all I know, on the Outside, its midnight. Things are always this way, fake. They're physical, but holographic, only materialized pictures. And that's what I have dealt with for three years, wh...
