Let`s meet our MC!

  Dear diary. I′ve written this sentence atleast a hundred times and enough is enough. Let the words flow and time will show me the errors of my scribing ways.

  Today was quite like yesterday, a shit day. Sure, since this life of mine is accurately described as a steaming, monumental pile of feces. This might be understood as it was just another day.

  But no.

  Today was special.

  It all began, with a blast.

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  Boom*

  Inside a domeshaped room sparsely decorated and halflit by a flickering candle. A body lays hastily strewn on a raised platform. A lone piece of chalk decorates a newly formed pool of blood, glassshards weakly glimmer.

  -GOD FUCKING DAMMIT. These, IMBECILES. I should′ve NEVER! God. Aaargh.

  With a slam of the door he storms off down a hallway, muttering curses about goblins notorious disregard for procedure, and safety.

  And with the waft of wind, generated by an irate scholar. The candle is snuffed out.

  PAIN

  The worst headache I′d ever had. No, stomachache.

  AGONY.

  UNENDING.

  EVERYWHERE.

  My body moved on it′s own, retching.

  The floor was cold, wet and slightly sticky. Apparently I′d decided to lie down, I didn′t remember.

  Why was I here? Who am I? I′m Mark WHAT? ... I am Mark?

  Hello?

  Who am I? I am Mark

  Who are you? I, am Mark

  It felt like the world tipped. And tried to fall over, but didn′t quite make it. It was just. Tilted, unnaturally tilted. And then the colours, they hit me like a truck. I saw green and screamed.