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Dimensions: The City Of Ditrus

Dimensions: The City Of Ditrus

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Feb 7, 2015
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Being a Watcher is more difficult then the normies think. Get up, then spend the whole day protecting idiotic human's who can't protect themselves. I feel like a robot... well I sort of am, slightly. You see I lost my legs in a car accident 40 years ago. And now I'm on top of the One World Trade Center in the middle of New York. It's a beautiful view, don't get me wrong, but I honestly miss my home town. I guess being immortal is slightly adventure's, but it's a huge burden. This world is always secretly at war and a lot of the wars mainly happen because I refuse to stay with one group. I'm the God of Chaos, and this is one of the many damaged dimensions I Live with in.
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