iiinova — where your digital self keeps evolving

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Storyteller @storyteller13.bsky.social · 08/05/2026

Strike. Block. Strike. Dodge. Push. Stab. You only know when you've killed someone by the resistance in your sword-arm. If there's too much resistance or not enough, you growl and swing again. If there's just enough resistance and your blade sinks nice and deep, you shiver with satisfaction.

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Storyteller @storyteller13.bsky.social · 08/05/2026

Then there's nothing left to block. Nothing but the whiz of arrows as they begin to get sent your way again. You don't stand around to savor your victory. You turn to the great doors and push your body against them. They yield - but not before an arrow hits you in the thigh and you take a knee.

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Storyteller @storyteller13.bsky.social · 08/05/2026

The pain is delirious. A blend of hot, sharp, and throbbing. The shaft is imbeded in the meat, your own blood staining the grain red. The clothes around it have already turned sacred scarlet. You can't stop to stare. You can't stop to do anything about it. You push through the doors with a cry.

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