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The Game Designer

🇬🇧FadingBlossom
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"Sometimes It Takes A Game To Play Them All, One Game To find the Keys, One Game To Unlock the Door And in Eden Release Them." FB If you were Proginator of such a game? How would you play? That is the question our dear protagonist, Eve has to answer and soon before ill-intentioned forces strive to destroy the one thing she has left of her family. From the Virtual Reality drives that will unlock the future of Gaming. Here is a dark tale of Terror, Fantasy and a World Builder. Striving to protect the worlds she has manifested. But is this game genuinely safe? Or do the creation of this new world have their own thoughts in mind? <<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>
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Chapter 1 - Prologue: Existence

Is existence a question, waiting to be answered?

And when we do? Can we Re̴̥̥̰̬͓̥͗̊̂̌͜͠-̷̟̳͐̆̒Sẖ̶͖̓̇a̸p̸͕͉͕͓̓̉͛e̴̓̅͗̕ ̴̛͖͎̪͊͂̐͝i̵̧͒͒͜t?̸̺̞̰̂̐̓̒̏͝

I never thought I would one-day answer this question...

ͅB͎e̙c̲o͔m͍i̘nͅg̺ ̫s̩o̺ ̙m̙u̱c̙h͇ ̪m̘o̝ŗe̟

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1 HOUR BEFORE

....Bang!

"BREAK THE DOOR DOWN, IDIOTS!!! "

BANG!!... CRACK...

"PROFESSOR, I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!!"

BANG!..!..CRUNCH!!

The splintering of wood can be heard, as the door is slammed in, entering the hotel room two men dressed in black, guard the entrance, as a younger teen, swaggers over the broken parts of the door. His stylish white suit is left unmarked by the dust surrounding debris, with a smile on his face...

"Professor, you thought that you are able To EsCaPe FROM ME!"

Raising his arms the teen states while overviewing the room, his eyes glued to the old man sleeping on the bed, with some kind of electronic headwear placed over his face.

"Get him unconnected, I need him awake if I want to get anything out of him."

" "Yes, Young Master!!" "

The bodyguards beside the teen move to pull the man from the bed, acting swiftly to remove the strange helmet only to have it go up in sparks.

"GET BACK!!..."

A fire consumes the Professor's face from his body...

Sparking off flashes from a long cord connecting him to some motherboard, sat beside his bed as smoke rises from its hard drive.

"SHIT!!!..."

Exclaims the youngster, his face flushed with anger, he slams his fist onto the hotel wall beside him, badly scraping his knuckles.

"Young Master!!" cries both bodyguards as they stand beside their guard...

Taking a deep breath, the youngster exits from the door, looking back to see the dead body, he grasps his swollen hand...

"Salvage whatever you can, if the Professor was able to build this so can I..."

Acting on their orders, the bodyguards move to ransack the room, taking away what little personal objects they found. Including the remains of the burnt head-gear, which was once linked to the mind of the Professor.