Madness of the secondary character

Madness of the secondary character

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What would happen when the memories of the main programmer of a game get transferred into the mind of a secondary character without the soul? Would the character accept that their entire life is just a worthless game? Will they accept that the suffering of all humanity is just trivial lines of code stemming from the imagination of a single man? Or will they rebel and try to prove otherwise? ==== "I am an unimportant character in an unimportant world inside an unimportant game, something meant to make the game more realistic. I was given one of the random default voices in the game files, my face designed by a random artist, and my entire family history written in about twenty seconds by some AI. My suffering, my blood, my will, my sorrow and happiness, my anger and despair, my fear and anxiety-all are just random emotional components uploaded into the non-playable character file. The room I'm in right now took more time to design than my entire family lineage since my first ancestor. Thus, Perrin Thorn slowly lost his mind..."
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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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