END GAMES
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Underestimating the allure to darkness is a dangerous thing. Even the purest of hearts are drawn to it. And the darkest there is, has always been here, tempting them. To play The Game, that is. But of course you would know, you've been playing The Game all your life. Everyone has. Not that you would remember playing it, even as you are playing it right now. Every injury waiting to happen, every sudden fatality, was our doing. Every accident you've narrowly avoided your entire life, from crib gates left open, to forgotten parking brakes, even slips on patches of ice. Many have already lost by the time they get to your age, perhaps luck is on your side. Luck being your skill at playing the game. How do you win? Oh, see, you don't, I'm afraid. We get everyone, in the end. It's all a matter of time. And luck. Everyone loses in the end. Everyone except Lois Knight
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I'm falling... Falling, helplessly and inevitably; completely at the mercy of the forces dragging me down. Having to trust in an entity's blind intentions and praying to God that they won't let me hit the ground. It's an incredible and horrifying feeling. A feeling that I live for. And I have realized that having something to live for makes you all the more scared of dying. (Constant uploads, and even more editing to older uploads)

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