Welcome To A World
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Welp, I was brought here by friends, Eevee, Levi, Harmony, and Codex. When I suddenly realized.. this was a writing system for articles and such. Doesn't matter much now, all I needed to know was what is in here. What have I walked into. A world with writing or a world with ( MIGHT BE ) intresting facts about _______. All I know about this is I'm screwed in a place like this. Alright I will start my story making today. And I guess I sort of did. Right now.. well if you're new like me.. EVERYBODY FOR THEMSELVES, and if you're not, you already know what do to. Alright.. OFF TO THE FANFICS--
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Protagonists, the most important characters in stories. They're the ones that are supposed to save the world and be a symbol of hope for humanity, the ones that can defeat anything in their way if they want to, the ones whom the reader wants to win and succeed... ...Well atleast thats how a good heroic protagonist should be. I wrote three novels after dropping out of college at 20 years old. My first novel was a disaster, boring characters, recycled plot, and a protagonist so rude even I wanted to punch them. The next two? Absolutely amazing and really well-liked. I was ready to quit writing for good when i suddenly got hit by a car and woke up in someone else's body, someone i don't recognize at all, who goes to the exact same school from my first novel. Yeah. That happened, i'm screwed. Great. Now I'm stuck in a world full of arrogant, clueless students. Why couldn't i have entered one of my better stories?! And if that's not enough, the soul of this body won't stop yelling at me to "give their body back", as if i could do that, while a tiny version of them sits on my left shoulder and a tiny version of my 19 year old self from my past life rides the right shoulder. What even is happening anymore? Sigh...
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