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~Literature based starters~ Moros has chosen Frankenstein.

The first thing he could remember, if there was even ever anything else, was the dark. His head shifting lightly as he showed signs of life. Sasha remained mostly inanimate, however. His mind was a fog, his body felt heavy. Like all of this had been new to him. From one perspective his own, it certainly all was. The rest of the world around him soon started to tune in, roughly the sound penetrated his ears as he connected to the outside world with them. Sharply he turned his head to one side, wincing.

The fog in his head cleared for a moment, he could see shapes, for a moment. Then the fog pulled the images back from him again, recessing them back into his mind. Sasha closed his eyes tightly, before soon, slowly, opening them up, just a little bit. The light shining down on him hurting his eyes. Instinctively his suddenly brought his right hand up to his head, trying to cover his eyes and smacking himself in the face in the process, absently groaning with the miscalculation, because of how strange the weight had been.