Hello, my name's eggnog
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I don't even know my real name anymore. I am always and always will be called eggnog. The only thing people know about me is that my name is eggnog.
I don't even know what I am anymore, a girl, monster, goddess. Am I even alive, am I death, or just delusional.
I don't remember how it stared, or how it will end, but I know it's her fault.
She did this to me.
To my face.
To my arm and back.
Everything that was mine is now given to them.
She did this to my life.
Now it's her turn.
But please, remember,
it was the my only way out.
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Eggnog thinks she has it bad. But little but she know that her sins granted her a gift that only others dream of.
She is a goddess, but at a cost.
She must save a world unknown to her. A world filled with unknown danger and creatures that made nightmares look like a walk in the park. A world that fears her, but they don't know how much they need her.
Will she fight to the every end to save them, or kill them all in revenge for what they've done to her.
Who knows?
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