Sophia Martin
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People change. They can’t help it, it’s the nature of the universe to be in constant flux. But for some reason it’s important for people to feel their values are sacrosanct. What would be the point of standing up for your beliefs if you knew they were going to change in a year or two? The rockers who sing about hoping they die before they grow old, are the same ones selling out stadium tickets in their 70s. The young actresses flouncing around with their pert tits out are the same ones opining…-
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I wasn’t scared. I had upgrades unlocked. I’d put all my points into not giving a fuck. Whatever was coming out of the dark hole below the shrine, I was pretty sure I’d be able to handle it. A bold claim. Pride comes before a fall, they say, but I wasn’t feeling prideful. I was feeling OP as fuck. And about time, too. If anyone deserved an easy win, it was probably some hard-working hero who did his best but never caught a break. But second was probably me. Top five, definitely. Everyone stopped…
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There were eyes watching me, I could feel them. I wanted them to see me, see what I could do. When you come right down to it, right down to the very bottom line, it doesn’t matter what everyone else is up to. Even if you know their secrets, the reason for the world being the way it is, you still have to do your own thing. That’s where it helps to have your goals worked out in advance. It must be nice to wake up every morning and know exactly what you want from life. The guy who makes a shit load of…
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The crew of the I never expected things to go smoothly — it’s kind of my default mode to expect the opposite — but it would be nice if occasionally dead things stayed dead. I know that’s a bit rich coming from me, having died and come back a number of times myself, but come on, what’s a guy got to do to get a little closure around here? “What do you mean they’re worse?” I said to Damicar, who was wide-eyed with fear. “They already eat people. Do they shoot lasers out of their eyes…
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There was a lot of churning in the water. Some screams, some shouts, and then silence. You might have noticed I’d killed a lot of people of late. Was I turning into some kind of psychopathic monster? It wasn’t like I was suffering from great remorse or guilt because of the lives I had taken so casually. People often say you should never negotiate with terrorists. Logically it makes sense. You’re setting up a precedent that will only encourage others to use the same tactics to get what they want.…
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My long hair was getting in my face, so I had to brush it out of the way to make sure I was really seeing Damicar with his hand up, voting for us to get eaten. I could have tied it back, but there’s an old saying: Better to let people think you might be a twat than to grow a ponytail and remove all doubt. Why would Damicar want us to be eaten? He would be eaten, too. Maybe he’d lost the will to live — I could certainly relate — but why not just walk into the sea if that were the case? There were…
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I’d had to face a lot of difficult things during my time in this world. Monsters. Disasters. Unpleasant people. Mostly unpleasant people. Many of them were very stressful and panic-inducing encounters. But none came close to arranging a party for a hundred guests. What’s the theme? Should there be plates, or are napkins enough? What about music? DJ or band? It’s a nightmare. At least I didn’t have to worry about providing a veggie option. As hard as it may be to believe, I hadn’t been invited…
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“Richina? Where are you?” I said. “I can’t see you.” “I can’t see you, either,” she said, which didn’t really help. I already knew where I was. Below me my body looked its usual haggard self. I really needed a weekend off. The crew of the There was no sign of anyone else here, other than the girl sitting on the floor. In the adjacent world, she had meat on her bones and hair on her head. You would think with all my extensive experience in dealing with dead people, I’d have a better…
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How much scepticism is too much? Did I always have to assume everyone was against me? Short answer: yes. Long answer: what the fuck is wrong with you, haven’t you been paying attention? Of course I have to prepare for the worst possible outcome. Now brace for impact. But it’s very tiring constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop, always looking for the worst in people. Especially when you keep finding it. It wasn’t like my paranoia was completely without evidence. My expectation that people…
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Both ships had sunk. Not entirely. They hadn’t disappeared beneath the waves. It was too shallow for that. The Without them, getting back to the mainland would be a pain. By which I mean it would be impossible. There might be something to salvage after the fires had run their course, but building a raft out of the wreckage didn’t look likely. We would need an alternate form of transport. As we rowed around the island, my last glimpse of the islanders on the beach was one of bloody carnage. They had…
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