one day you slowly floated away

The writer nods his head and clucks his tongue, typing this with a rather amused look. If there were anyone else in the room, they would probably deem him insane. He briefly thinks that he is.

The writer sighs, deciding to get on with it.

This is a game you get to control, and I get to guide you on. There is no wrong or right, only your own decisions. You may or may not be able to die. Everything is up to you. I'm just the one that puts your actions into words.

Anything can happen.