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'thought talk'
'72 hours. That's how long it takes me to live again. I just sit in this white room with nothing to do for 72 hours except let my thoughts echo off the walls. No movement. No life. Just 72 hours. Alone. But now you're here. This is a change, For the best because I needed someone to tell my tale to. Someone who is like me. Someone who died at 72 hours old. If you die at 72 hours old you never die again.'
'Every time you die you come out of a lake with all your clothes on you, your mind broken, and just a tot. You see, death breaks your mind. From your first memory your mind is broken. You remember everything. Everything from death backwards and first memory forwards. Your mind just breaks. You just break down and cry and cry and cry. You could tell your parents. Just insisting for hours on end.'
'I did that once. My parents sent me to a mental institution. I died by food poisoning. It was horrible there. They kept me in a room. Alone. The worst thing was that there was nothing. just a door, a bed, a toilet, and a chair. All bolted down and secured. Nothing would move them. not even a atomic bomb could move them.'
'Another time I lived on a farm. It wasn't much, just the field And the cow. We lived on the farm for the entire time I lived. I never left that farm. I died by leaving the farm. There was a high voltage electric fence that I ran into. I laid there for an hour or two before I awoke in the hospital from unconsciousness. I didn't die until the day after by accidental medication overdose. I was a scrawny kid and electric fences were just invented. The fence had too much electricity for my body to handle.'
'My last time was when I lived in Kansas. Boy, was is windy. I was sucked up in a freak tornado and was thrown into the land of Oz. I was really blown halfway across the state. At least, That's what I thought since I had watched The Wizard of Oz a few days ago.'
'Interested? Here's the catch. You've already sealed the deal. You're dead. Deceased. Dead at 72 hours. No life for 72 hours. There's something else, you can feel it can't you? The darkness. Creeping towards your heart. It seems comforting doesn't it? Yes, just let me comfort you. Let it creep and crawl. Closer, closer, closer. Let it eat your soul. Let it poison your mind. Let 72 hours slip away into nothingness. You're still fighting? Fine. Let me tell you a story. My story. The story of Link. Broken Links. '
'So, where to begin? There? How about there? Honestly, I don't know where to begin. What? You're saying something to me? Wow, I'm surprised. I didn't know you could speak. Well, congrats. Wait, how about I start at the start. How could I not think of that! Jeez. You don't know what my start is? Wow. It's obvious. It's where everyone starts at with their life (or lives, in my case).'
'It starts when I was born and died. So, let's go back a few hundred years. Yes, I was born in Hyrule since it was the only place that had people that were alive back then. I was born in a fisherman's house near an ocean. Apparently after my birth my mother died. I never knew her name because the news I managed to find on the topic of my first death was scarce. Apparently, my father thought I was the death of my mother and tried to drown me in the ocean. I was rescued but the doctors couldn't get the water out of my newly formed lungs and I died a slow and painful death.'
'So, you want to know how I got here in the first place? I just gave you it. When I finally died of asphyxiation, The gods were smiling down on me. they give anyone who dies at 72 hours old new life. At least, that's what I think. When I arrived at the room, I grew to the age of a three year old and that's what my first memory was. Me in a white room patiently sitting there in a white chair thinking white thoughts, seeing white, hearing white, and smelling white. White clouded everything I could sense. Then, it all changed.
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