Thread:TheJanadianKing/@comment-28815651-20161230001000/@comment-30700719-20170104235121

As I uncloak and assume a fighting stance, I see a Ghost, rising out of the ground of my grave. I gasp in shock, shocked at what I see. The Ghost rushes toward me, and all I can do is watch, paralyzed by this new discovery. The Ghost hits me-rather, it doesn't. There is no kinetic impact, yet I feel different. I try to collect my thoughts and realize; that Ghost is me. My previous body produced a Ghost. My slain carcass allowed for the creation of a mamono. And weird thoughts entered my head. Things that I had never done, yet yearned to know: yearned to experience.