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First Person POV Rules

Italic text like this, are the thoughts that are accessible to everything in a characters mind in first person.

Normal text like this is the character describing what they are doing in a sort of pseudo-omniscient narration.

"Text like this are people talking", whether that be the character the POV is following or people talking around them.

-Text like this are the thoughts of anything in the characters mind- this rules both applies to second consciousnesses and certain types of magic, like long distance communication between two people.

Third Person POV Rules

"Talking"

'Thoughts'

Describing

-Another persons thoughts in someone else's head-

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These bitches might actually be idiots. They really let all the people they just fed to the monsters and survived just talk to each other as normal?

-I must agree, not the smartest but I'm sure they are listening right through the walls-

Yeah probably.

But for now the, I think 20 or so of us just sit around in silence at a wooden table in the middle of an extremely barren cobblestone room, each of us carrying our weapons.

We must be fighting soon.

Everyone is a variety of different races, some elves, some dark elves, there's a girl the same height as one of the oldest people here while having the body proportions of a child, while also having grey skin and small tusks.

Probably an orc child?

-Yes-

Right.

Most of us are human though.

I'm the only person with just a weapon, everyone else has either a Terrasphere and a weapon. Must be nice, they all probably got to blast those bitch with fire until it died.

-Most probably not. Terraspheres aren't that useful unless you have been trained prior, and going off their clothing none of them seem to be nobles, middle class, or students at any Guardian academies- 

You sure know alot, odd you can tell all of that.

-Of course I do, I have been alive for multiple generations. I have seen quite a bit, even if I wasn't the strongest nor smartest Rot monster out there. I am one of the smartest now, all the things I have ever seen I can now remember and comprehend-

All thanks to me. 

And that is alot different to what Terraspheres should be.

-You keep having thoughts about what should and shouldn't be-

Oh fuck I forgot you can read my thoughts.

I am broken out of my own thoughts by someone speaking out. The oldest off all of us, they look to be in their early adults, while everyone else is no older than 15.

With the youngest being an 8 year old. I have no clue how she survived, maybe she was voted to be saved or something.

"Uhm... why don't we introduce each other?"

Typical, trying to lighten the mood.

It's gonna work sure, but just give false hope and create relationships that will end when we have to fight each other, or affect everyone mentally when the friend you made returns as a pile of blood.

Everyone stays silent until the girl speaking decides to go first, "My name is Cinnamon, I'm 18".

Name checks out, her hair is a nice brown, cut quite short.

After she goes, everyone else begins introducing themselves except the people way too scarred to say a word, mostly the kids below 13, and I just decide to stay silent and instead just stare at the roof.

But I can't think alone for long before someone decides to ask me a question, one of the people who were silent the whole way through, a guy around my bodies age.

Pitch black hair and eyes, like so black his hair actually looks 2 dimensional. Its a solid blob of color that seemingly absorbs light, no shadows or highlights.

"Aye, where's your Terrasphere?" he simple asks, not even looking at me, just staring at rat running around the room.

"Couldn't use one, just used a spear. Almost died way too many times to count. I still have a couple dozen bones that are till just dust." I answer, and that gets the attention of everyone else there.

"Raw Magic?"

The fuck is that.

-How don't you know what that is?-

Oh I'm sorry I don't know jack shit about a world that is way different than it should be. Sure it has alot of things similar to what I wanted HGS to be like, but it also just has a shit ton of other random shit.

God DAMNIT why can't I mask my mother fucking thoughts!?

-...I'm just going to ignore all of that-

-Raw Magic is using your natural mana through your blood to create a single magic, thats much more powerful than most conventional magic. Cutting of your arm is how you activate yours to summon me-

Good to know I guess.

Should I tell these people? They are kinda staring at my left arm, its clearly not naturally colored, but that isn't that much of a give away I think? If I do tell them they will be much more careful if we ever fight each other.

"Nope. As I said I nearly died more times than I can count, most of my bones were broken and are still broken, half of my organs are working while the other half have probably rotted away and I feel like shit. I just happened to win."

"I'm probably gonna die in the next fight, or die from my wounds in my sleep." I shrug, they leave me alone after that and continue their meaningless conversations.

Now I'm sure most of them were saved, the only ones who weren't are the ones that look like they just returned from getting jumped by God and Satan.

Only around 4, they probably managed to kill what they were fighting, or atleast nearly died, while the rest were voted to be saved for whatever reason. Those nobles probably want to buy them.

Thats also probably the reason they were surprised I'm here in the first place, I look like shit so I def didnt get saved, but I don't have the clear advantage of magic that even gives me a chance at winning.

I beat my foe on my own, I am perfect after all.

-Ahem-

You were there too I guess.

-Fuck you-

Wait- you were what I- you? Killed? You killed yourself-

"Next game!"

The voice surprises quite literally everyone and I recognize that shitty, annoying voice as that bitch commentator from my fight, and before any of us can react the floor beneath us glows with a intricate, detailed, and huge magic circle that flashes so bright I swear I was just thrown into the sun.

And when I regain my vision, I am falling out of the sky into a forest.

These bitches really just fortnite'd our asses.

-Fortnight? Like 14 days?-

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Bow down my subjects! Praise me! Submit yourselves to me! Give me your offerings of stones, and you shall be free of my wrath!

Anyway.

This is the point where the chapters are written with the whole italic thing in mind. So there is alot more inner dialogue now.