Thot Slayer Chronicles

*HUFF PUFF*

I'm not much of an athlete, but damn why is this so hard, I'm already out of breath. I've been attempting to summon my Chronicle for about a hour now. I've done it more than five times by now, I guess its cause I'm an overachiever, always going for the highest of scores. The best looking of girls....

Now that I have died, I've been able to see all the events of my life in a new light. I blindly went along with this Thot Slayer thing, but for a while now I've been thinking about why I would do this. Maybe I was just going along with this because I feel like it is the only way for me to cope with me dying.

16 years, I died too early, wasn't I expected to live for 85 years or something. Damn...it really do be like that sometimes. I'll just take a little nap, I'm extremely tired.

I find myself a somewhat comfortable position against one of the lit up walls of the training room. I close my eyes and think about the dawning memories of my past creeping at the back of my mind.

February 21, 2002. I was born as Jeff Stuffler. My mom and dad were both loving parents to me. They raised me to achieve heights that I believed were too high for me. When I learned about money, I realized that we were middle class citizens. I felt that we needed money and needed to save it, so I never asked for anything.

Soon, when my sister was about four years old and I was seven. Our financial situation became worse, my dad lost his job and my mom was forced to work two jobs and take care of all of us. I knew it was hard on her...That's when I started striving to be good at everything I did. So I can get a good job and support my family, possibly run a company.

I got good grades and was a well behaved student. When I hung out with... that thot I developed skills to quickly learn and tutor her. I guess that counts for something at least. I became a fast learner, some said it is impossible(Mostly my teachers). As I said before, reach heights that are too high for me.

My father unfortunately left us to find a new job in a completely different area from us. I believe I was around 12 or 13.

I sighed, opening my eyes and finally feeling my tiredness hit me with full force. I was out like I've just been slugged in the face. Like a rock I sat there, almost frozen in time.

It's weird, I thought I would be sleeping, but I don't feel like I am. It took me a while, but I realized that my body was definently sleeping, but my soul wasn't. I don't have much to do, but wait do I really have to wait eight hours for my body to wake up. I wonder if I can force it to wake up. Or maybe I can practice techniques while my body is asleep. I need to ask Joe when I see him.

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I wonder how my family is doing. My mom is going to be really upset by the news of my passing. My sister is probably going to be more upset than mom. She doesn't have someone to help her on her homework anymore, haha..... Can I even laugh as just a soul....

Can I cry as a soul?

Whatever, I don't know what I'll be doing for the next eight hours. I wonder if a soul can sleep? I'll find out later.... I have so many questions now. I just went with the flow today. Tomorrow I am going to try my best to understand everything about this world. Right after I find out how to summon my Chronicle, that is.

Throughout the next eight hours I pondered and theorized on everything I could possibly think of.

Am I still on earth?

Can I die a second time?

Why are thots hated?

What other factions are around?

Only a handful of the questions I had. Hopefully my Chronicle will help me answer some.