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Chris slept, and when Chris slept, he dreamed. He dreamed of distant lands and of tragedies that had been visited upon him in a time lost to his waking mind. Chris' mind was always a curious one, with the figurative gears inside of his mind in a constant state of whirl from one topic to the next. He ran himself so hard and for so long that it would seem as if nothing could slow him down until the inevitable would occur: his mind would not just slow, but it would cease and with it his body would fall short of the impossible for another night as his eyes closed until the morning. His dreams were often fitful, horrid things that tormented him until his body would spasm awake as his mind tried desperately to make sense of what it was that occurred in his mind as it twisted a tapestry using pieces of information almost lost to him.

Nearly every night this would happen. He would sleep, he would dream, he would wake in his bed, alone and scared. No one to comfort him. No one to chase the darkness from his mind. A lifetime built on doing it for himself and having to grow satisfied with that outcome. Or, did he?

In this world of ours there are key moments that define who we are. They are the choices of our lives that, should we be keen, we know looking back that they helped define who we are as a person. No choice is made in isolation though. No moment comes about just in that moment. It takes a lifetime of experience, of information to make that one moment possible.

And so... Chris dreamed.

Chris sat in his computer chair, his eyes closed in complete concentration as he thought over the circumstances of the mafia game he was considering. He always disliked this sort of thing, the game nearing its end and everyone looked to him for the answer. It didn't comfort him that he had been right the previous three days. There would always be lingering doubts until the very last flip. He had learned to bury that doubt from the public eye, such weakness would weaken his power over a game and right or wrong he preferred to be the one in control when push came to shove. He hummed for a moment before making a post and casting his vote. The host stopped the day and soon after announced the town victory with Chris getting town MVP honors. Chris quickly typed something up in another tab and soon was rocking to a song.

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He made several posts in the topic after, bobbing his head to his mafia theme song and lamenting the mafia team for leaving him alive. He smiled. Today was a good day. He liked playing with these people, they were thoughtful and it brought him joy.

Suddenly the world stopped and everything turned black and white. The now still image shattered and Chris was left in a black void.

You don't play there anymore though, do you? a quiet voice whispered into his ear.

"Well... I am busy," Chris reasoned, for some unknown reason.

Always busy. Always an excuse not to be with others. Ever get lonely, Christopher?

Chris was taken aback. "S-sometimes..."

Liar. All the time.

Chris could feel the cold sweat pour down his face at the accusation. He was suddenly very nervous about what was happening. "Who are you?" he questioned.

In time, in good time...for now I wish to play with that mind of yours. So proud, so very proud... I wonder... are you capable of protecting yourself when the naked truth is revealed? I admit to having my doubts, boy.

Chris dreamed. Chris always dreamed. Perhaps tonight would be different. Perhaps tonight Chris would wake from his dream a different person than before. Or perhaps Chris won't wake up from this dream at all. Perhaps the nightmare will become real.

I suppose, dear players, the hand of fate will be moved by you one way or another. Good luck.
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Sir Chris