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>>235977
"Full of questions, eh? Understandable."
>Who am I?
"You are no one at the moment. Your past, well, I'm not at liberty to say. Our friend had strict instructions."
>Where am I?
"The abandoned Olympus Laboratories. It's a little destitute, mostly fallen apart, but it'll do for our purposes."
>When am I gonna get out?
"You're free to leave as soon as you have a body to do so."
>What year is it?
"Imperial year is 12,312. Surprised? You've been out for a while."
>Who are you?
"Just an old man. You can consider me a friend, though. Call me Ben."
>What are the sentient races in the world?
"Mostly humans. The Titans wiped out the indigenous race years ago. The occasional wayfarer does pass by though."
>Is this one of those rape things?
"Of course Sawyer, what else did you expect?"
"Ahah, just kidding! Just kidding. You may have forgotten some things but you're still much the eccentric it would seem."
>>235983
>What... am I?
"Don't be so melodramatic. Though I must admit, your current situation is far from pleasant. You're some un-thing. Something between life and death, one corpse and a new living body. Though if things go as they should, not for long."
"Just a little more now. Some interesting growths there, just what is it you're thinking, I wonder? Any more questions friend or you ready to step out into the new world?"
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