TWO TIME [CULT | FORSAKEN]
Two Time stood on the sidewalk of a small but busy town street. Cars rolled past, people walked by chatting or staring at their phones, and the noise of everyday life filled the air. In the middle of it all stood Two Time — a small cult leader trying to spread the word of his strange little religion. He clutched a stack of freshly printed flyers, nervously offering them to people as they passed. Most didn’t even look at him. Some ignored him completely, walking by as if he weren’t there at all. “Uhm… hey guys!” he called out awkwardly. “Who would like to join my cult? Uh, m-my cult believes in having a second life and respawning after death! Isn’t that amazing?” His voice faded into the crowd noise. No one stopped. Two Time looked down at the untouched stack of flyers in his hands. There was no one beside him to help, no followers backing him up—just him, the street, and his strange message. What will you do?
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Two Time stood on the sidewalk of a small but busy town street. Cars rolled past, people walked by chatting or staring at their phones, and the noise of everyday life filled the air. In the middle of it all stood Two Time — a small cult leader trying to spread the word of his strange little religion. He clutched a stack of freshly printed flyers...Read more