LostThePlot

"Life isn't a game -redacted-", Steven angrily spouted, as a shower of spit escaped from his mouth. "You could've gotten seriously injured and God knows I would've been the one who had to deal with it." Steven said, his temperament slowly diffusing. 
-redacted- stared blankly towards his 'babysitter' both bored by his continuous reprimands but also entranced by one singular facet of what had been said. 'Life isn't a game.' -redacted- pondered over this statement but ultimately rejected it. Life had to be game. For his own personal satisfaction, -redacted- would rewrite reality. After all, every game needs a creator.

Table of Personal Satisfaction

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Volume 1