Justin M. Stone

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― Justin M. Stone, Back by Sunrise

“Great. Wonderful. What are ‘undead,’ exactly?” Easter chuckled, then looked at her with unease. “You… really don’t know?” “I don’t.” “But you beat the game, you… oh.” Easter looked at her with skepticism. “It wasn’t you, was it?” Madison grimaced and shook her head. “You upgraded me before yourself, so… I have to like you.” Easter sighed. “But this is dangerous.” “It’s just a game.” Easter slowly shook her head—she could do that, now that she had a neck. “It’s not, Madison. You have three lives to start with, yes. So it’s not as real as reality, yet. But you’re in it now, and if you lost those three lives…” “You’re saying, what, I’d die?” “Unless you get more lives along the way, which is potentially possible… Then yes. Dead. For real dead.” “No way.” Madison scoffed. “You’re making that up.” “I’m really not.”
― Justin M. Stone, A Videogame Stole My Sister