FiveSaken
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So there I was, dead, evidently. I had awakened in the realm of Forsaken, however, with the addition of myself it had become: F I V E S A K E N. Immediately I was greeted by Shedletsky, who I decided to hit on because this is a Wartpad story. He said no and slapped me across the face. I was very sad and then I tried to hit on 1x. He also said no. He also killed me so that wasn't nice. Then I remembered that I should maybe add a plot to the fan fic so I started doing that. But then I remembered I can't read so there would not be any plot. How do you even a story about a forsaken? Like it's a good game an all that, but man, there ain't rlly like a plot tbh. Ok, we finna do choose your own adventure. So if you like Shedletsky, then you get with him, yknow to cut a long story short. Chance? Then you get with him, simple as. You wanna get with Miku? Teto? Microsoft Sam? You got it! There we go, now that you've chosen your own adventure? you can write the fan fic! Good luck buddy! Ok I'm gonna go drink myself into a stupor buh bye!
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