✲CLONE 1 - Game Start.
Characters: Gota & any of you poor, poor people.
Location: Plaza.
Time: Afternoon.
Style: I'm good with both, but I usually learn towards action.
Status: Open and ready for victims.
Beeeeeeeeep.
-He was just about to get through. He knew it. But a mysterious force took the shape of a hand, coming forward and
flicking around his Fate, just so Gota would never speak to that man again.
That man who promised him the world.
‘What is this, another game?’
Gota squinted his eyes into the distance, trying to put the environment into shape through watery eyes. Wait, was… was he completely wet?
Soaked!
The young man grabbed the ends of his clothes, feeling every bit of fabric as droplets of water slid down his fingers. It ended with a scoff… and a low chuckle. A confused man did not want to look foolish, so why not laugh?
Well, suddenly that embarassment for foolishness would not matter anymore. Gota was afraid. Really afraid. He happened upon this place… surrounded in a bubble without a call or another word from him. It’s as if Gota was slapped with a “Game Over” label and tossed somewhere else.
Looking up, he glared at the bubble that now surrounded him-No, caged him.
The game of musical chairs never seemed to end, even if the same record kept skipping and there was only one chair. May the best man win, Vatheon.
Location: Plaza.
Time: Afternoon.
Style: I'm good with both, but I usually learn towards action.
Status: Open and ready for victims.
Beeeeeeeeep.
-He was just about to get through. He knew it. But a mysterious force took the shape of a hand, coming forward and
flicking around his Fate, just so Gota would never speak to that man again.
That man who promised him the world.
‘What is this, another game?’
Gota squinted his eyes into the distance, trying to put the environment into shape through watery eyes. Wait, was… was he completely wet?
Soaked!
The young man grabbed the ends of his clothes, feeling every bit of fabric as droplets of water slid down his fingers. It ended with a scoff… and a low chuckle. A confused man did not want to look foolish, so why not laugh?
Well, suddenly that embarassment for foolishness would not matter anymore. Gota was afraid. Really afraid. He happened upon this place… surrounded in a bubble without a call or another word from him. It’s as if Gota was slapped with a “Game Over” label and tossed somewhere else.
Looking up, he glared at the bubble that now surrounded him-No, caged him.
The game of musical chairs never seemed to end, even if the same record kept skipping and there was only one chair. May the best man win, Vatheon.