Legacy Name: Retry

The Reborn Jollin
Owner: Burton

Age: 7 years, 9 months, 2 weeks

Born: January 8th, 2013

Adopted: 1 year, 8 months, 4 weeks ago

Adopted: January 24th, 2019


  • Level: 1
  • Strength: 10
  • Defense: 10
  • Speed: 10
  • Health: 10
  • HP: 10/10
  • Intelligence: 0
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed

The room was dark and silent, but for the intrusive static from the tv, lending an eerie flickering light to creep up along the walls, casting erratic shadows behind anything that dared to remain standing. The floor was littered with days old snack wrappers and paper plates; red plastic cups with little dribbles of liquid, now dried to the bottom; wrinkled clothes that no longer passed the sniff test.
Amongst the piles of refuse was a small woman, curled up in the fetal position, sleeping lightly, the white noise of the television periodically interrupted by her quiet snores.
In her right hand, clutched tightly despite her slumber, was a controller, the colored outlines on the buttons and the paint around them worn off from excessive use. The woman's brow was furrowed, as if her dream was tormenting her. Her facial muscles began tightening, twitching.
Sitting upright in her chair, she furiously mashes the buttons, moving her body along with her character, trying to escape her attacker. "Shit! No, no no no! No, get out of there!" Suddenly from the ceiling a metal trap falls, landing on the video game character and a red substance, meant to be blood, fills the screen. "Seriously?" She tosses the controller aside and sips her energy drink, slamming the now empty can against the side table.
The screen blinks and fades from red to white burning into her peripheral vision, until the woman looks up at an all too familiar screen:
She reaches over to her controller and picks it up, her head throbbing painfully from the bright white flashes, increasing in frequency, coming from the flat screen tv in front of her. Knowing full well that ignoring the request is not an intelligent option, she settles into her chair and chooses "yes."

The TV suddenly changes from the hypnotic white noise to a dark screen. At first there's nothing to be seen, but slowly the shape of a grand house takes form. The closer the screen gets, the more flawed it looks. The beautiful marble pillars have massive cracks throughout; the paint, chipped and flaking from years of weather-borne torture and neglect; the shingles seem to have been ripped off over the years, with little attempt to patch the missing pieces; many of the windows are boarded up, even more still could stand the same treatment, glass cracked and even missing; more eerie than any of this, however, the green grass and lush tree cover becomes more sparse, brown, dying as the video gets closer.
A sudden flash of lightning splashes across the front of the house, filling all the gaps and cracks in the visage, revealing even further the damage. It fills everything but for the front door, which lay wide open. The void swallows up the light save for the very center. A hulking silhouette of a man stands out against the void, motionless. Once the light dissipates the man reaches to his left and slams the door, sending a loud bang through the speakers, ripping the woman from sleep.
She sits bolt upright gasping and feeling at her chest, pressing hard and moving her shirt around, seemingly calmed by the lack of whatever she was searching for. Her breathing is erratic, heart racing. After a few moments, she calms down and her eyes focus on the screen. In bright white lettering across a red screen reads a single word:
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