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What is reality...? Reality is just a series of events and players acting out what you believe is real. When we accept that fact, then our world becomes "reality." Now, entertain this thought...and imagine this reality... Where darkness covered the land... Where a city floated in the sky while the Earth was devastated... Where you watched your best friend die in front of you... Now, imagine if it never happened. What is reality, besides a mirror of our thoughts and expectations? But, what if this reality was not a mirror of us, but another reality on the Other Side. What if you started remembering things that had happened in that reality, but not yours? Deja vu, if you will. Now, what if you met someone from that reality? What if the two started to mix and the boundaries began to crumble? This story deals with just such an event. A boy named Tatsuya has returned from that Other Side. On the Other Side was an insane serial killer called the Joker. There was a group called teh Masquerade who stole people's hopes and dreams. There was also an incredible evil named Nyarlathotep who manipulated the Joker. Tatsuya and his friends Jun, Eikichi, Lisa, and Maya fought against these evils. Sadly, at the end of this struggle, one of Tatsuya's friends lost their life... A bargain was struck with Philemon, a deity of immense power, to resurrect the one who had fallen. But such things come at a heavy price and in exchange the group had to give up all their memories. For the sake of their friend, everyone agreed... or so they thought. At the time fo the resurrection, reality was essentially reset. Forever locked away in another side, as if it was the backside of a mirror. However Tatsuya committed a grievous sin when he refused to forget. His will was so strong that somehow his memory remained intact after the reset. When Tatsuya broke the deal, he caused a paradox in this new reality. So, from such an innocent sin as this, A world of eternal punishment came into existence. Tatsuya will learn that few things have changed, and history has a horrible habit of repeating itself... |