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http://pastebin.com/fh1pqK1NI've felt strange, ever since I gave a speech about people who I shouldn't know to a crowd that were until a month or so ago were just strings of code. Or were they? I still haven't figured out exactly what's going on here, and I doubt I ever will, But I'd be lying if it wasn't haunting me like a bowl of bad chili. I mean sure I can actually spend time out with my friends now, even if I have to keep one of them away from the perversions of the men and boys in town, just seeing how they look at her makes my blood boil.
I grit my teeth and sigh, staring at the light blue, almost mournful sky above me as I lay back on the rough shingles that cover the inns roof, using my arms as a kind of pillow so I don't get a headache from the cold and hard slabs of iron.
...I know we just made it up but...I feel like she's really my sister, even though I know who "She" used to be in our world, a actually kind of girly boy....you know maybe that's why I'm having such an easy time accepting it...but everytime I close my eyes, I remember and see me and her as little kids on a farm. Chasing her around with a frog trying to get her to kiss it has to be my favorite of those and...and I shouldn't remember it, I mean I couldn't run even back then, or not for long at least, and yet I can remember the air running through my hair, the smell of the wet grass and mud splashing on my boots, and the stinging pain of my scrapped knee after I tripped and feel face first in the gravel, getting my dress all dirty, which made mom really upset and.
"ERGH!" I growl, slamming my fist into the metal, yelping in pain and clutching my hand a moment later "YOW"
I shake my fingers, trying to work the pain out of them as I sit straight up, my face aching from being out in the cold all morning since I woke up.
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