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IC: Haven slammed the door to her apartment open. She was more sleepy than usual. It seemed... strange. She dropped her things and collapsed onto the bed.
Her eyes flew open. She wasn't in her bed, nor her apartment. She looked at herself. She had on a strange outfit, with a belt that hosted a long sword and some sort of gun. She pulled out her long sword. Nice... she thought. She looked down. She felt taller, older. There was a puddle nearby. Haven looked at her own reflection. She had shorter hair now, she was indeed taller, and she was 16 years old.
She stood straight up and noticed what appeared to be undead beings in front of her. Not far were some boys and a girl fighting. They all seemed really familiar to Haven...
The enemy was slowly approaching her. She held her sword straight up, and looked into the spots where the undead were meant to have eyes.
"Bring it on," she whispered.
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Albert Einstein's definition of insanity is "doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results."  --Disky |
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