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{Ahh, reincarnation stories, as old as light novel sites themselves, everyone loves fantasy, what's not to love about dragons and wizards? Well, time to have a crack at it myself, you know the drift. Send criticism so I know what to improve on. please do, I live off of hate. Anyways, TO THE SUMMARY.}Sam is a pretty normal kid, horrible grades,a lack of friends, you know, the usual. He always wanted an escape from his frankly horrible life, so he took up games for a living, even tried to become a game designer! He was so excited to get home and launch the Kickstarter for his game, that dream would never come to fruition however. As he was turning a corner he felt a cold and wet feeling in his chest, then the pain kicked in and he fell limp on the sidewalk, jokes on the robber though, he only had some membership cards and $12. Ha! As his eyes went black, he wondered what heaven was like, is it a gigantic orgy or do you just watch birds or whatever for eternity? Then he woke up in a white sticky shell....{the cover art I used for this was made by miaovic on deviantart, if ya see this just ask and I'll change it, anyway, on to the story!}{I'm gonna try and upload once a week or maybe earlier, don't get your hopes up though}…

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In which I will just say random things I thought about. Were you expecting more or something?…

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(After having a world-changing epiphany, I have now realised that the only true way to get reads and whatnot is to just make a shitty lemon, so, Enjoy. Oh! And can't forget to make the title really edgy!)…

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I'll just post art and other things…

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"Hut, Hut. Stand with your back to the forest. Your front to me" the crooked hut stopped, the air suddenly stopping as the hut stood on two spindly chicken legs, crouching down until the hut touched the ground. The woman stood still, trembling in fear as she covered her mouth with her hands. Being careful as to not look at the door of the hut. A long yawn was heard from the inside along with a light cackle. The door peered open a little, revealing half of a long, pointed nose that could stab a man. "Hmmmm, a bit old for my tastes but beggars can't be choosers I suppose." A loud gasp escaped the young woman which was cut off by a green ray shooting into her forehead. She was paralysed, unable to move a muscle and only able to look at her attacker. The cackle grew louder, deafening almost. It reverberated across the oak trees, the only other sound that could be heard was a fire being lit.…

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400 years ago in a silent town on the edge of the south-east beaches of America, near what would be called "Mexico". In a town called Greenhide, a man lived in a mansion, widely thought by the natives to be a wizard or witch.....he was also said to... "speak" to his mirrors. Years later, long after the man has passed a boy and his sister, dared by their friends. Step into the old barren home.....and find much more then just rumours.…