Phoenix Whip
Less than a month ago, you in another life
You stunningly look at your old adult body. As if everything were again as you remember. And everything went back to normal somehow.
Your office is quite vulgar and depressing compared to the rest of the immense megastore where all the Phoenix Suns law firms are concentrated in the same skyscraper.
Your old self looks melancholy across the terrace of the 13th floor. The higher the more luxurious. You do not want to imagine how the rich people of the 666 penthouse level should live.
All your possessions are in this building an office of 30 square meters, the terrace and attached to your floor. 90 square meters standard. Even exactly the other 30 lawyers at your level. Immersed in a relentless battle to earn enough karma credits to ascend in the tower.
You can only laugh sarcastically at your own stupidity, so concentrated you were to ascend whatever it is:
But, there is something different. You observe from the outside of your old body, how you used to be, and at the same time, it is and is not as you remember. there is a strange glow in your eyes, an aggressive stance you don't remember.
A group of chat messages appears in a corner of your vision. something you don't remember from your other life ...
Romangod34: "This character is very boring, dude. I thought being a defence attorney will be all about free orgies secret society and seducing milfs in the divorce process."
Silly_lolicon: "It is but only when you reach the level 50 or so in the Tower. The son of the bitches does that to buy karma credits in the store. What you have to do is kill several characters between level 10 get selling their respawn enough credits for a premium character.
Romangod34: You're the fucking master! Silly Now, I have to go see the semifinal of the Murderbowl, Mizal will win. AFK Then I'm going to sacrifice this bullshit of normal class pettifogger and farming their karma credits.
You try to remember exactly how you died, but just as you have always tried, everything becomes confusing and strange, as if something in your brain prevents you from remembering.
Your old apartment is not even a pale comparison to the luxury you enjoy now have as a future genius. But, it has something comforting, with its air of black detective film and its dark crunchy wooden floor. As if it were copied from a video game. You smile sadly, after all this may just be a game. And the leaden atmosphere of your office is just a filter in the computer of a fellow who masturbates bored of his work.
All feels so unreal; the more you observe what happened from the outside, the more you perceive the falsehood of the city that was your home for years, probably millennia, taking into account the infinite respawns.
Am I in a video game? Am I just a set of scripts and variables reciting each time a different dialogue following the capricious choices of a player?
A fatalistic feeling settles in your soul while your former self is heading towards his death.
If I'm just a glitch in a videogame why not enjoy it and forget about moralistic jaws and enjoy the trip. After all, I am locked here.
You stunningly look at your old adult body. As if everything were again as you remember. And everything went back to normal somehow.
Your office is quite vulgar and depressing compared to the rest of the immense megastore where all the Phoenix Suns law firms are concentrated in the same skyscraper.
Your old self looks melancholy across the terrace of the 13th floor. The higher the more luxurious. You do not want to imagine how the rich people of the 666 penthouse level should live.
All your possessions are in this building an office of 30 square meters, the terrace and attached to your floor. 90 square meters standard. Even exactly the other 30 lawyers at your level. Immersed in a relentless battle to earn enough karma credits to ascend in the tower.
You can only laugh sarcastically at your own stupidity, so concentrated you were to ascend whatever it is:
But, there is something different. You observe from the outside of your old body, how you used to be, and at the same time, it is and is not as you remember. there is a strange glow in your eyes, an aggressive stance you don't remember.
A group of chat messages appears in a corner of your vision. something you don't remember from your other life ...
Romangod34: "This character is very boring, dude. I thought being a defence attorney will be all about free orgies secret society and seducing milfs in the divorce process."
Silly_lolicon: "It is but only when you reach the level 50 or so in the Tower. The son of the bitches does that to buy karma credits in the store. What you have to do is kill several characters between level 10 get selling their respawn enough credits for a premium character.
Romangod34: You're the fucking master! Silly Now, I have to go see the semifinal of the Murderbowl, Mizal will win. AFK Then I'm going to sacrifice this bullshit of normal class pettifogger and farming their karma credits.
You try to remember exactly how you died, but just as you have always tried, everything becomes confusing and strange, as if something in your brain prevents you from remembering.
Your old apartment is not even a pale comparison to the luxury you enjoy now have as a future genius. But, it has something comforting, with its air of black detective film and its dark crunchy wooden floor. As if it were copied from a video game. You smile sadly, after all this may just be a game. And the leaden atmosphere of your office is just a filter in the computer of a fellow who masturbates bored of his work.
All feels so unreal; the more you observe what happened from the outside, the more you perceive the falsehood of the city that was your home for years, probably millennia, taking into account the infinite respawns.
Am I in a video game? Am I just a set of scripts and variables reciting each time a different dialogue following the capricious choices of a player?
A fatalistic feeling settles in your soul while your former self is heading towards his death.
If I'm just a glitch in a videogame why not enjoy it and forget about moralistic jaws and enjoy the trip. After all, I am locked here.