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is that too much

((lore drop frfr))

.....technically all three of me and my brothers are terrorists! though i cant say we killed each other?

this entire thing started because my mom was a shithead who refused to look after me, right? and so my older brother, elliot, had to make sure i didn’t get into any trouble. but since he had school, most days i’d be completely on my own for around 10 hours. because my mom was so neglectful, i usually went out into the forest. hed always find me when i got lost

but on my 13th birthday i woke up to him just. gone. his room covered in blood. everything broken. the entire town thought he was dead and so did i. so i got super depressed, as one would. about a week after i turned 14, a ran away because i was tired of my parents pessuring me into being perfect since he wasn’t there. because of all this, i developed a dissociative disorder, so i dont remember much of that year

first person i encounter is anastasia. she’s wonderful. my girlfriend now. apparently she was the runaway princess, which actually fucking blew my mind at first. anyways, she helps me get back on my feet. then we discover that there’s a terrorist organization trying to kill off all witches, which was a huge problem for me since im a witch. in preparation, we stole weapons from places and taught ourselves how to fight.

one day, we decided to break into their base so that we can learn what they’re planning. since it was a masquerade, it wasnt too hard to get in. i see the leader, and guess who the fuck it is. elliot. of course i make us leave immediately. but he saw us. and he didn’t recognize me because i cut my hair. but he knew we werent in their organization.

so we leave the country. then we find the people who are now our friends and helped us defeat them. we help stella in overthrowing a corrupt king, making her the new queen and fixing the country’s economy.

after that we find out that elliots organization grew. its doing horrible damage to witches. so we confront him. he finally recognizes me and goes batshit insane.

it turns into a full scale war. in the final battle, me and him were fighting, right? in the corner of my eye, i had seen anastasia get hurt, so i went to help her. elliot fucking stabbed me in the head while i was distracted.

and then i actually fucking died. i don’t remember much from limbo, only that i was in this sort of space looking place and marliene was there. there were a bunch of clocks. she told me that the clocks were measures of peoples lives. she showed me mine. it hadn’t reached 12 yet. not even close.

then im suddenly awake on the battlefield. stella had revived me. thats why i have all these scars.

now im pissed that i was killed and i immediately go back to fighting elliot. he got tired. i was able to kill him.

but now i feel guilty because he practically raised me. what if he was manipulated into being a terrorist. what if i was wrong.

yyyyeeeaaahh i recommend taking this up with dr goose, but uhhh....

sounds kinda like a dick move to be honest. though talking is always good. if he ever comes back just. talk to him I guess? keep a REASONABLE DISTANCE so he cant kill you again

but try to get his motives.

yeah i’ll talk to him if he comes back. probably gonna have to restrain him so i don’t get killed again.

is that too much

((lore drop frfr))

.....technically all three of me and my brothers are terrorists! though i cant say we killed each other?

this entire thing started because my mom was a shithead who refused to look after me, right? and so my older brother, elliot, had to make sure i didn’t get into any trouble. but since he had school, most days i’d be completely on my own for around 10 hours. because my mom was so neglectful, i usually went out into the forest. hed always find me when i got lost

but on my 13th birthday i woke up to him just. gone. his room covered in blood. everything broken. the entire town thought he was dead and so did i. so i got super depressed, as one would. about a week after i turned 14, a ran away because i was tired of my parents pessuring me into being perfect since he wasn’t there. because of all this, i developed a dissociative disorder, so i dont remember much of that year

first person i encounter is anastasia. she’s wonderful. my girlfriend now. apparently she was the runaway princess, which actually fucking blew my mind at first. anyways, she helps me get back on my feet. then we discover that there’s a terrorist organization trying to kill off all witches, which was a huge problem for me since im a witch. in preparation, we stole weapons from places and taught ourselves how to fight.

one day, we decided to break into their base so that we can learn what they’re planning. since it was a masquerade, it wasnt too hard to get in. i see the leader, and guess who the fuck it is. elliot. of course i make us leave immediately. but he saw us. and he didn’t recognize me because i cut my hair. but he knew we werent in their organization.

so we leave the country. then we find the people who are now our friends and helped us defeat them. we help stella in overthrowing a corrupt king, making her the new queen and fixing the country’s economy.

after that we find out that elliots organization grew. its doing horrible damage to witches. so we confront him. he finally recognizes me and goes batshit insane.

it turns into a full scale war. in the final battle, me and him were fighting, right? in the corner of my eye, i had seen anastasia get hurt, so i went to help her. elliot fucking stabbed me in the head while i was distracted.

and then i actually fucking died. i don’t remember much from limbo, only that i was in this sort of space looking place and marliene was there. there were a bunch of clocks. she told me that the clocks were measures of peoples lives. she showed me mine. it hadn’t reached 12 yet. not even close.

then im suddenly awake on the battlefield. stella had revived me. thats why i have all these scars.

now im pissed that i was killed and i immediately go back to fighting elliot. he got tired. i was able to kill him.

but now i feel guilty because he practically raised me. what if he was manipulated into being a terrorist. what if i was wrong.

is that too much

((lore drop frfr))

.....technically all three of me and my brothers are terrorists! though i cant say we killed each other?