We can reseve spots for games? :O Sub, I guess.
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A veteran of The War Room stood alone, leaning on a cold, stone wall of The War Room.
The power of the telekinetic realm of The War Room was beyond imagination. Anyone would be able to sense that it had its own Day/Night cycles separate from the cycles that the sub-realms of the mafia games had. The realm even had its own weather that could vary from sunny weather to snow to thunderstorms.
The veteran watched the gray sky, as it poured rainwater all over the realm and on him.
This veteran was seriously wounded. In case anyone is worried, not…‘really’. Because while plenty of fights happened in The War Room, these interactions that took place in a reality space system, were never serious enough to actually hurt a person’s physical, ‘in real life’ body. Whatever wounds they earn in The War Room, they’d disappear the moment they leave this telekinetic realm.
Anyway, in this realm, this veteran was injured. If someone had discovered him, they’d find him with bruises all over, and painfully leaning against this wall with a grim look on his face.
He could remember…a mob of users had beaten up him suddenly…and copied his memories into some weird orb. Presumably, those of ‘New Age’…the name only spread through the most silent rumors…
‘It’s only a matter of time before they analyze my memories and look into THOSE secrets…’
He sat on, or more like, collapsed to the ground. He could remember the past. He could still remember the promise he made to his friends.
“We shall keep the full aspects of our powers a secret. Those who are allied with us swore upon this mission as well.”
‘I failed you guys…sorry…’
He let the rainwater wash his face and his dust-covered glasses.
‘Is there any way I can do to make things any better…even make a slightest hope?’
After a few minutes…a crevice appeared in the gray sky, showing slight sunlight.
The lone veteran started to gather the last of his brainwaves that were left in him. He felt his brain react and give a pulse in his head.
He felt some beacon react in the distance. Slight, but for certain, the beacon reacted to the brainwaves that he emitted. Yes! My memories and brainwaves! They were never abused yet!
The rain stopped. The sky started to clear up in his eyes.
‘Guys, I’m going to do this now. Yes, it’ll create a mess. But it’s better than them using my memories for their own good, for whatever they are planning to do. And…we’re always prepared for a good game of mafia, no?’
By the time the veteran closed his eyes out of exhaustion, the sky had cleared, and poured a ray of warm sunlight on him, as if it was wishing that he would wake up.
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