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You ponder your existance in this story. If Dez created this, then you
must be his creation, as well as this world you're travelling through. But
if Dez is dead, does that mean that his creations die, too?
A voice booms from up above. "Keep in mind that it wasn't really Dez that
died, but rather his character in this plot. He still lives happily in
reality."
"Who are you?" you ask.
"I am Dez. Okay, so technically I'm just another character written in
by Dez with the attempt to persuade you that I'm really him. And if he
wants you to believe it, he'll just write down that you believe."
You believe it. Every word. You also think this is silly.
"No it's not. Stop that."
You don't think this is silly anymore and wonder why you ever came up
with such a silly notion.
"Okay, enough of this," the voice continues. "I'm tired of writing this
scene. You die."
You die. Without the yearbook, mind you.
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