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The oppressive darkness consumed everything, a suffocating blanket where no light dared to penetrate. "Where am I? Who am I?" The questions echoed in the silent void, a desperate plea for identity. Then, a blue box materialized, its glow stark against the black.
"Congrats! You got the Gamer System!"
A surge of unfamiliar memories, fleeting images of pixelated worlds and arduous 'grinding,' flashed through a mind that was just beginning to coalesce. The system's chipper voice continued, outlining choices for a class, ignoring the nascent protests that stirred within.
"So you want to go back being dead?" it quipped, a cold truth in its digital words. The reality of 'dead' hung heavy, a concept more terrifying than the void itself.
Before any further thought could form, a violent tugging sensation seized the nascent being, dragging it through an immeasurable distance. The world spun, a vortex of white light, before slamming into a hard surface with a jarring thud. The void was gone, replaced by the stench of decay and the grime of the slums.
