INTRO:
He lived in a world fabricated through the smallest pixels. Every moment of his life was premeditated; it was a falsity, a projection of pixels. There wasn't real human connection. There was no genuine experience. There were only the endorphins the pixels made his brain fire; there was only the experiences he had with a screen.
No more.
No less.
Or so he thought.
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Disclaimer: This is a NaNo project, meaning I'll be trying to write 50k words of this within the month. This translates to mostly unedited work, parts that are convoluted, or maybe incredibly bare—essentially all the pieces of a completely unedited skeleton draft of a book.
If that's a turn-off to you, I'd recommend waiting on this one.
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Pixelated (NaNo 2017)
Fantasy"There was only the experiences he had with a screen. No more. No less. Or so he thought."
