Tabula_Rasa
Professional NPC
- Joined
- Dec 23, 2020
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- 77
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~Tabula Rasa, Betrayal, 2021The pistol rolled on his palm with such nonchalance, it was as if the deadly weapon weighed nothing at all.
"For the longest time, I thought the world mattered... like that there is a truth, a standard we have to live by. That somehow... the way the world saw me mattered... Then..."
His grip on the pistol tightened in an instant.
Next, was the feeling of hot lead tearing into my chest. The air knocked out my lungs. And blood forcing it way out of my lips.