Threads of Fate

Myriad Reality

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*Grips my hand in the shape of a cup and fills it with water*

@System

*A portal opens and someone walks out with a large scythe that has the middle of the blade missing in one hand and a large doll in the other*
Boy: I'm so sick of your shit.
*I smile and shrug*

Myriad Reality

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*An alphabet dances around you before turning red and falling apart*

@System

*Pulls out a phone and sends someone a text*

Myriad Reality

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*Sighs as a growing emotion of annoyance is transmitted*

@System

*Shrugs and takes off the helmets*

Myriad Reality

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*A low hum transmits*

@System

*Floods you with EE to connect your entire body to the machine as if you were a giant brain*

Myriad Reality

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*A tilted question mark materializes above me*

@System

*Grabs it back and puts it on your head and puts the other on my head, connecting them for telepathic communication*
*Thinks* I got bored.

Myriad Reality

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*Opens your refrigerator*

@System

*Comes back with two motorcycle helmets and hands you one*

Myriad Reality

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*The silhouettes of hundreds of people pop up around the globe and the equal sign pulses rhythmically*

@System

*Walks away through a door*

Myriad Reality

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*A globe forms next to the jar and the equal sign moves between them*

@System

*Tilts my head again*

Myriad Reality

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*An equal sign appears between me and the broken jar with a question mark above it*

@System

*Nods slowly*

Myriad Reality

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*Scribbles nonsense below it and then shrugs*
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*An image of a simple jar appears in front of me that is hit with a hammer and shatters; an arrow points from the jar to me with a question mark above it*

@System

*Builds the jar back together from its pieces and looks at you questioningly*