This is the third world I’ve been to away from my home.
The last world was some kind of post-apocalyptic space dome on a high radiation planet. There were no quests. I died and came back on that world with problems I never had before. My lungs release smoke for no reason. It’s an odd way to wake up.
The world before, I was less than a no-name loser. I rescued people and ran emergency medical transport. Unrecognized and happier for it. I didn’t want attention, but it felt good to help unconditionally. Despite being considered worth less based on something as stupid as hair color.
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The last world was some kind of post-apocalyptic space dome on a high radiation planet. There were no quests. I died and came back on that world with problems I never had before. My lungs release smoke for no reason. It’s an odd way to wake up.
The world before, I was less than a no-name loser. I rescued people and ran emergency medical transport. Unrecognized and happier for it. I didn’t want attention, but it felt good to help unconditionally. Despite being considered worth less based on something as stupid as hair color.
And back home, I was a student.
Are you bored in this world?