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Kids’ Games Aren’t Supposed to Be This Hard

Brian was an utterly ordinary man—unremarkable, predictable, and quietly careless with his life. Even as diabetes slowly tightened its grip, he drifted through days without urgency or ambition. Then came the change he never truly intended. One ordinary night, as fleeting thoughts of “maybe I should do something different” crossed his mind, Brian slipped into an impossibly deep sleep. When he awoke, he was no longer in his own body, nor in his own world. He had been pulled into a grotesque, fractured reality—a playground constructed by incomprehensible higher beings who call themselves gods. To them, existence is a spectacle, and mortal suffering is premium entertainment. Entire civilizations burn, heroes are twisted into monsters, and hope is systematically dismantled for the amusement of immortal spectators. Reborn in a new, battle-scarred vessel, Brian discovers he is neither truly dead nor fully alive. He is now a piece on their board, yet something about him resists complete control. The supreme gods—ancient, capricious, and terrifyingly powerful—offer no mercy, only cruel games with impossible stakes. To survive, to understand why he was chosen, and ultimately to strike back, Brian must traverse nightmarish realms, forge uneasy alliances, endure soul-crushing losses, and confront each enthroned deity in turn. Every victory demands sacrifice: companions, memories, pieces of his humanity, and perhaps the last remnants of the man he once was. His objective is stark and almost certainly suicidal: Uncover the forbidden secrets these gods guard so jealously… and kill them. In a cosmos built for their entertainment, one insignificant soul dares to rewrite the script—with blood, betrayal, and unrelenting vengeance. What begins as survival becomes a war against divinity itself.
Blue_Owlnest · 4.4k Views

Like Cherry Blossoms Falling

A man in a wheelchair stood in front of a quiet grave. He stayed there for a long time, staring at the stone as if waiting for it to speak. When he finally opened his mouth, his voice was low and tired. “Oliver… I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m sorry I made you end like this. If I had been stronger, if I had chosen better, maybe you’d still be here.” He came again the next day. This time, he sounded calmer, almost hopeful. “Lorette is married now,” he said softly. “So you don’t have to worry anymore. My parents won’t force anything. Everything they planned is gone. You can come back now. It’s safe.” On the days that followed, he kept coming. Some days he talked about the past—about school, about small laughs, about moments that meant nothing then but everything now. Other days, he complained about the world, about how loud it was, how empty it felt. Sometimes he laughed at his own words and said, “You’d tease me if you were here.” Sometimes he cried and said nothing at all. People said he was not normal anymore. Still, he returned. Then one day, he came like always, but his voice was different. He looked tired. “I don’t think I can stay in this world without you,” he whispered. “I tried. I really did. But everything feels wrong.” He paused, then smiled faintly. “If you can hear me… I’m coming to meet you.” That was the last day he came. On his way home, there was an accident. And that was the end.
SwiftAngel · 13.5k Views