I Just Needed To Write About Nynn
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He forced himself out of his bed, a daily routine it seemed. He couldn't ever sleep. Dreams of lives gone past tortured his nights, rendering his sleep into something of a second waking. His daylit world of endless combat and bloodshed, the world of the Offblast Lumberyards, seemed as real as his evening city of Rapture, or his midnight chambers of the Enrichment Centre, or the dawn's bombed out ruins of Amsterdam. Every world is real to him, every moment precious.
He swings his feet out and onto the floor, searching for
-His Boots,-
-His ADAM,-
-His Socks,-
-His Gun,-
but finding nothing. He stands up, walking over to his closet, pulling out the deep blue clothing he wore daily, regardless of how hot or cold the weather was. It wasn't the same clothes, per se, every day, but rather one of a few identical sets. In any case, it protected him from bullets as well as any kevlar, which was odd for clothes made out of
-Asbestos and Rubber,-
-Silk and Suede,-
-Cotton and Wool,-
-Denim and GoreTek,-
but hey, it worked. Nynn couldn't bring himself to complain about that. He smiled lightly to himself, remembering bullets as one of the few constants in his many lives.
Bullets and death.
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