Nothing is different this time. The same crest of victory rides on the same tide of defeat - not that you lost. No. You never lose. But when the end arrives there is a sense of emptiness, the loss of that world where you existed for so many hours, days - is gone. That character you raised from miscreant to hero is no longer yours. Once again, you're back to the lonely feel of holding a plastic controller and looking at the credits of a video game. Meaningless names and titles scroll over snapshots of what was briefly your life, all set in the city where you had once been king.
Nine more days of revision.
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