Let`s meet our MC!

Dear diary. I´ve written this sentence atleast a hundred times and enough is enough. Let the words flow and time will show me the errors of my scribing ways.

Today was quite like yesterday, a shit day. Sure, since this life of mine is accurately described as a steaming, monumental pile of feces. This might be understood as it was just another day.

But no.

Today was special.

It all began, with a blast.

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Boom*

Inside a domeshaped room sparsely decorated and halflit by a flickering candle. A body lays hastily strewn on a raised platform. A lone piece of chalk decorates a newly formed pool of blood, glassshards weakly glimmer.

-GOD FUCKING DAMMIT. These, IMBECILES. I should´ve NEVER! God. Aaargh.

With a slam of the door he storms off down a hallway, muttering curses about goblins notorious disregard for procedure, and safety.

And with the waft of wind, generated by an irate scholar. The candle is snuffed out.

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PAIN

The worst headache I´d ever had. No, stomachache.

AGONY.

UNENDING.

EVERYWHERE.

My body moved on it´s own, retching.

The floor was cold, wet and slightly sticky. Apparently I´d decided to lie down, I didn´t remember.

Why was I here? Who am I? I´m Mark WHAT? ... I am Mark?

Hello?

Who am I? I am Mark

Who are you? I, am Mark

It felt like the world tipped. And tried to fall over, but didn´t quite make it. It was just. Tilted, unnaturally tilted. And then the colours, they hit me like a truck. I saw green and screamed.

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