Post by CANARY on Nov 11, 2016 5:02:07 GMT -6
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sweet dreams are made of you
The Monument of life.
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The notice of their lives, written on a single slab of stone that was self-updating. Crossed out names were the dead. And names she didn't know littered it. Players that died because of their families, or before the true nature of the game was told to them. Canary could feel a certain amount of sadness at this, her fingers tracing the lines, but she couldn't find it in herself to be truly upset. Not yet, because it wasn't personal to her what-so-ever. Not now, not for a while perhaps. But at the moment, she breathes out, even as she tries to refocus herself. She has to reach out to the other beta testers, to see if who wanted to get together, if they wanted to hit the frontlines or stay behind to guide the new people.
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Of course, the backlash of being a beta tester could make some of them not want to reveal their status.
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But Canary had the idea if they helped, there would be less death, or perhaps something similar. Straightening, she was about to head out, when something catches her attention. A familiar name, one she saw but very recently even. It was easy to push herself forward, to go meet up with the person she figured would be a good addition to wherever he went. ''Areto! Wait up!'' she called out to him. Canary did hope that he would remember her voice - she had seen his name, but didn't get to go talk to him in time, before all the clusterfuckery - or at least recognize her looks. She was slightly less tall - a few inches - but she still looked the same.
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That was going to prove either a blessing, or a curse, even as she trotted to catch up with the boy she thought of as one of her best competitors in the beta.
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Their names wouldn't be on the monument, not if she could help it.
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ARETO
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The notice of their lives, written on a single slab of stone that was self-updating. Crossed out names were the dead. And names she didn't know littered it. Players that died because of their families, or before the true nature of the game was told to them. Canary could feel a certain amount of sadness at this, her fingers tracing the lines, but she couldn't find it in herself to be truly upset. Not yet, because it wasn't personal to her what-so-ever. Not now, not for a while perhaps. But at the moment, she breathes out, even as she tries to refocus herself. She has to reach out to the other beta testers, to see if who wanted to get together, if they wanted to hit the frontlines or stay behind to guide the new people.
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Of course, the backlash of being a beta tester could make some of them not want to reveal their status.
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But Canary had the idea if they helped, there would be less death, or perhaps something similar. Straightening, she was about to head out, when something catches her attention. A familiar name, one she saw but very recently even. It was easy to push herself forward, to go meet up with the person she figured would be a good addition to wherever he went. ''Areto! Wait up!'' she called out to him. Canary did hope that he would remember her voice - she had seen his name, but didn't get to go talk to him in time, before all the clusterfuckery - or at least recognize her looks. She was slightly less tall - a few inches - but she still looked the same.
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That was going to prove either a blessing, or a curse, even as she trotted to catch up with the boy she thought of as one of her best competitors in the beta.
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Their names wouldn't be on the monument, not if she could help it.
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ARETO
