» General Narrator: Begin story.
You are a Nation. A human-like being representing a country, the land, its people, and the government.
Depending on who you are, you are decades, centuries, or even millennia old. You have been through many wonderful moments, and many so horrifying that only a Nation could bear them. You have survived famine, poverty, mentally unstable bosses, subjugation, treachery by your fellow representations. But you have also declared your independence, celebrated your freedom from a merciless enslaver, had golden years, fallen in love.
You have suffered pain only a near-immortal can endure; the pain of living long after the ones you love, because you are alive as long as you aren't forgotten, while humans die at the blink of an eye. And yet, despite you being everlasting, everything is always changing around you. Today's friends and lovers become tomorrow's worst foes.
Because you are not in full control of your own life, no. None of you are. You depend on your people, on your boss, on the others, even on Nature itself.
But you always handled any obstacle that obstructed your path, no matter how small or big.
You knew you'd die one day, like all of your dear citizens do, like all the ancient, forgotten Nations.
You just didn't think it would be this soon.
Not this soon, not this way.
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