New Life

New Life

Leotrix
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In the year 2255 there is a sensation sweeping the world. It is called “New Life” it’s a game so close to reality that after one week people will believe it is reality. The game will design your character to look like you, with a few tweeks here and there. In the game you can feel the breeze on your face, the warmth of the sun and the chill of the night. But you also feel pain. When you create your character you choose a race, elf, beast, or human. Then you choose a job, warrior, thief, healer, mage, or assassin. You level as you play just like any other game of the type. But what people loved so much is that you were really there. You would see through the eyes of your character, you would feel their pain, their joy, everything about them. You were your character. And people latched onto this game like a life source. It wasn’t just a game anymore, it was reality. They wanted to live in this world instead of the real one. Now the question is will you play along too?
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The experiment.

They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

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