Surviving A Fantasy!
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- Chapitres 8
A entry-style fantasy novel from the perspective of a office worker that fell from no where. He writes down his thoughts and tries to entertain himself with the book so everything is a little scattered like his mind.
He woke up in this world with no powers other than his own mental gymnastics, he feels two moons i the sky, just where the hell is he?!
-Note- Many changes will be made! this is a work in progress and I hope you understand, I will inform you if changes are made to already posted logs! Enjoy ^^
Also warning, there may be points that seem romantic, take it as you will but I wont say anything that confirms or denies the main character a relationship, only if you beg me I'll maybe do something
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