You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
((How do you respond?))
I sit down across from her and I say" we have to start from the beginning, I was born and raised in a small village until the day I lost it all. the day were I lost everything my famliy, friends, and my life. I was only 7 years old when it happened, it happened so fast I did not get to say good bye to my parents. after that I was sent to a slave camp for 8 years until I escaped, then I was on the street where I learned nothing is free in life, I had to fight and steal for food. until one day I decided to take back what is mine kill the humans who made me suffer and anyone who stands in my way as he thanks her for listening and gets up and walks away.
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