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What? Where am I? A high school gym? It's so dark, I can barely see. Are those houses? Streets? Why is the floor slanted, like the streets are on a hill? But I was walking on my own, calmly, and onto the "stage". Someone I had never seen before, yet I knew was my friend, greeted me in Reaper's robes, and handed me a PVC and cardboard scythe. The crowd cheers. We smile and wave, and hold up our scythes like trophies. This is insane.
Then, more "Reapers" walked onto the "stage", all in robes with scythes like ours, holding them high. Some were in masks, cartoon-like skull masks. This is insane. But here we were, and other people were coming out into the "town". Normal people. Non-Reapers. And suddenly, the crowd fell silent, and we were scattered. Ropes attached to our belts pulled us into the air, to the sides, in all directions. Here it comes. Wait, how did I know that? But before I could answer my own question, my body was moving on its own again, arms swinging down at one of the people.
These weren't just normal people anymore, they were in strange red and white robes, and the heads were wrapped in bandages. These aren't just people anymore, are they? They look like Asuras... But my arms had already swung the scythe. The strange person crumpled in the streets like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Was this scythe really just cardboard...? But I didn't have time to answer. A friend in a skull mask came and held my arm up like a boxer who had won a match, and the crowd cheered. I couldn't even see them anymore.
What was going on? Nothing made sense, and I was moving again. But when I looked up...was there actually anyone moving the strings clipped to me? It was so close, but...was I doing this on my own? And again, before I could answer, I had swooped down on another "victim", and again fell them, again championed. This kept going and going, the "Asuras" falling again and again. The unseen crowd roared, cheered, cat called. I felt like the champion they were making me out to be. And as I turned, a scythe swung down...and I was shot in the head.
This is insane.
Then, more "Reapers" walked onto the "stage", all in robes with scythes like ours, holding them high. Some were in masks, cartoon-like skull masks. This is insane. But here we were, and other people were coming out into the "town". Normal people. Non-Reapers. And suddenly, the crowd fell silent, and we were scattered. Ropes attached to our belts pulled us into the air, to the sides, in all directions. Here it comes. Wait, how did I know that? But before I could answer my own question, my body was moving on its own again, arms swinging down at one of the people.
These weren't just normal people anymore, they were in strange red and white robes, and the heads were wrapped in bandages. These aren't just people anymore, are they? They look like Asuras... But my arms had already swung the scythe. The strange person crumpled in the streets like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Was this scythe really just cardboard...? But I didn't have time to answer. A friend in a skull mask came and held my arm up like a boxer who had won a match, and the crowd cheered. I couldn't even see them anymore.
What was going on? Nothing made sense, and I was moving again. But when I looked up...was there actually anyone moving the strings clipped to me? It was so close, but...was I doing this on my own? And again, before I could answer, I had swooped down on another "victim", and again fell them, again championed. This kept going and going, the "Asuras" falling again and again. The unseen crowd roared, cheered, cat called. I felt like the champion they were making me out to be. And as I turned, a scythe swung down...and I was shot in the head.
This is insane.
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