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Heart Game: Intensity (Turn 4)
In the beginning, there is nothing but darkness and silence. A sleep that gives no rest but one out of necessity in order to keep functioning. Behind closed eyelids, the numbers of a clock tick down - one painstaking second at a time.
TIME UNTIL REBOOT:

And then you wake up.
As you shift to a standing position, you feel something sharp and pointed press against your side. Digging into the nearest pocket, you will find two small puzzle pieces. And from their odd shape, it looks like they would fit into a 3D spherical puzzle. Odd. You've never seen them before, but you do get a sense that these are a currency of some sort. Spend them wisely!
Game start.
And then you wake up.
As you shift to a standing position, you feel something sharp and pointed press against your side. Digging into the nearest pocket, you will find two small puzzle pieces. And from their odd shape, it looks like they would fit into a 3D spherical puzzle. Odd. You've never seen them before, but you do get a sense that these are a currency of some sort. Spend them wisely!
Game start.

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As for myself -- I suppose I have dabbled it in on and off since I passed on.
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Though whenever he was dormant, so was I.
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I suppose your world might work a little different, but yes. When I died I tied my soul to his.
He was the only person to ever show me kindness.
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From one, ah, lifetime to the next to the next.
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You know how he is. It'd be a shame to leave him on his own.
[ He'd never make it ]
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