'WELCOME TO WORLD OF TANKS BLITZ'
'INPUT DESIRED USERNAME_PASSWORD'
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"Hmm, what should my username be?" the boy asked the sky, grinning as his happiness exploded, "Shit, I can't let it be boring this time around! No more floofybutter34!"
He scratched his head, the mop of uncut brown hair flopping around with each scratch as he thought about what he should name himself.
"Hmm, Unity..." he stopped up to that point, "Ah! I got it! CreedOfUnity! PERFECT!"
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'CreedOfUnity_*******'
'Accepted! Welcome CreedOfUnity to Blitz!"
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"Oh yea... since it's not even global launch... How old am I?" The boy asked to himself as he got up and walked to the mirror nearby.
"Hmm..." he scratched his chin, "Yup,"his nonchalant young face said it all...
"AAAAAAAA! I'm fucking nine again! Fuck a duck!" He screeched, while clawing his face.
"Epoche Ritter, what in God's Name are you screaming for??! Come get breakfast!" A voice came screeching upstairs to Epoche's ears, "It's your favorite sausage pancakes!"
At this point, Epoche's (Now) young mind took over. "Oh boy! Pancakes!" he screeched, shutting off his computer in record time. He threw himself down the stairs, and flopped down into his seat at the table, where the (Kinda like corndogs) cordogs sat, tantalizing his tastebuds.
After committing a war atrocity no cordog had ever beein in since WW2, Epoche, now slouched over in bliss, committed his thoughts to memory.
'I've been reborn, and now I've taken a good name. Not only that, but I can start playing the game at launch! Last life, I ignored the calls for at least a year before realizing that it was her...'
"Thus I have to make this life worth it!" he muttered softly.
"Hmm?" Mother Ritter seemed to notice something was off, "You more happy or something? What happened?" She asked, her face soft but stern... A face you would only understand if you'd seen it, "Tell me."
"Uhh..." Epoche stuttered, "N-Nothing, I'm just happy because a new game came out and-"
"You and those damn games!" She snorted, "Just stop. You won't be professionally a gamer until you're an adult at the least, and even if you were good enough, I won't permit my son to be a lazy bum."
"But-" He trailed off, he was about to say "In my past life I was one at 16..." But who would ever believe that story, even from God Himself, because who believes stories like God either... Even though they may be true, you can't really be sure because proof isn't proof really either.
In the same sense, if God came down, many wouldn't believe it's Him because it's absurd to them, just like time travel. Children are more prone to things like that, but we don't believe them because of two reasons. One would be that "Oh, children are stupid, thus it's not true!"
The other reason would be that "Oh it's not true because it isn't possible. Thus, children are ignored when maybe they are true all the way!
And now back to Epoche, who didn't know what to do. He understood that it wasn't him that was wrong, but his mother, who was almost never wrong...
"Hmm, lets just say in the fut-" He paused again... "Nevermind, but only because of the temporal laws."
His mother watched Epoche's indecision, before asking one question.
"What will you do once you met your goal?"
"Keep going!" Epoche said enthusiastically, "But I can't do it unless you let me skip school!"
"Ah... This is where it was going..." She nodded, "Fine, It's not like you were going anyways. Jeez, what's with your gym class that you hate- nevermind, just go."
"Thanks mom!" Epoche laughed, smiling widely, "Now I can focus on important things!"
As Epoche left to his room while laughing hard, his mother watched him leave with wet eyes.
"Tsk, I guess I'm soft after all." She chided herself, "Well, maybe I could be the cool one."
She shifted her eyes to the plate, "If I can get him to do something... Maybe it'll heal him... Please God, grant me this."
As she picked up the plate to wash it, the tears threatened to spill out.
"No, I can do this." She washed the plate quickly, before leaving for work.
'He can do this, but so can I. I just need to help him.'
"It can't be too hard." she consoled herself in the car, "Yes, I can do this."
'I'm weak...'