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So they couldn't leave - that was no surprise to Cecilia. These games always had a way of keeping players exactly where Earth-Chan wanted them to be. It was a bizarre feeling being locked in an open space, not by walls but by an invisible force that glued the group together. Cecilia prepared for what was to come, elegantly flinging her up into a ponytail.
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What an interesting yet peculiar mix of people, Cecilia thought while the man with the pig was hurling some wild accusations through the air. "Gratitude?", she questioned silently. There was too little trust in the air for such feelings. With a polite bow, she greeted Vincent. Sadly there was no time for banter as a notification popped up.
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To not further add to the fire amongst strangers, she smiled kindly but firmly. "If you freed us, I thank you. I'm sure we all share the same, if not similar, sentiment. Being trapped isn't something one aspires to", Cecilia had learned after the past games that keeping the peace amongst players was very important. Too many times, personality and ego hindered smart choices. And in the unforeseeable games of Earth-Chan, smart choice kept you alive.
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The deadly sin of pride seemed to have taken hold of the world. Cecilia had witnessed it too many times. Players self-indulged with their newly found powers, celebrating themselves as heroes. The main character syndrome some called it. As much as the heavenly powers bestowed upon humanity were a gift, they also tested one's character - testing if one was worth wheeling such power. Many hadn't passed the test and died in their arrogance. Others withered away in self-pity, convinced the world had turned against them. It surely was a breaking point for many - a different version of the apocalypse. Instead of the four horsemen, humanity was brought to its nice by power and games - ironically mimicking the famous tales of Greece heroes and gladiators.
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Although she had just met the group, the stench of mistrust, piercing eyes and bitten lips gave it away… many of the strangers had turned into themselves. Hopefully, the group could find together and not only be a party on paper but work together. Luckily, Cecilia was an optimist. She turned towards her new comrades and specifically the brown-haired man: "I am Cecilia".

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