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Chemtest


Writing’s pretty fun.

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The fires, dragons... the Sun. Imprisoned, undead, hollow. Under these walls of stone the Sun has not touched us, hope is lost.

The suns glory should rightly be brought back! Even if I am in a body of not my own, I shall bring it! Solare of Astoria shall bring the Glorious Sunlight to these walls!

(Displaced, Dark Souls.)

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An interesting concept

..... this isn't Second Person... this is First Person....

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.... Daymn. That was a fast response. Less than 30 seconds.

But Second Person are stories where the character is always referred to as "you" rather than when the character refers to themselves as "I".

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Okay,ima be honest, I dint mean to pick second person.

... I love your thought process, I was playing Dark Souls.

what does fouth in the campions arc means? Is this your first story of your own universe or have other people written stories and the universe this plays in?

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Oh, there’s an arc going on between my stories, this is the fourth.

1st is The Survior

2nd is The Best Poker Face

Third is D.N.A: Damn Not Again

It involves at the end the charichter ‘Last’ hireing them and their trinket added to the temple.

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You might want to get an editor or a spellchecker. I think you meant to spell it as 'Champion' not 'Chanpion'

It's seems you don't praise quite hard enough, considering you misspelled Solaire.

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That was on purpose. This is not Solaire, this is Solare.

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Well that makes more sense se guess.

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XD this is the best thing to ever be in the comments of a story.

this was all I could think of

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I agree with you. XD

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And thus, you get your wish.

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wait... oh no! Oh, sweet mother of Frost-bitten, Sand-ridden Tarturos! I've become a shitposter!

It instantly swings its hammer at me, wich I roll away from, running closer to it. As it recovers, I slash it with my sword. It swings the hammer at me, and I dodge wrong. I’m knocked far away.

"which", not "wich"

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