Stuck In The Game
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  • Parts 24
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  • Reads 2,122
  • Votes 156
  • Parts 24
  • Time 2h 3m
Ongoing, First published Mar 27, 2017
Ok, so, I might have accidentally gotten hit by some kid's ray gun thing when I fell into his basement- so what? Right? Unfortunately, waking up was not a good thing and now I have  EVERYTHING trying to kill me. These are my thoughts:

Stupid bullies.

How did I get stuck in the video game I used to play?

What will happen if I die? 

What will happen if I live?

Who really IS Tommy Feynman?


What if this is more than what meets the eye?
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