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Chapter 2 - Rehearsal

[Rehearsal - Script]

My parents always told me that having a low-paying, enjoyable job is much better than having a job you don't like, but I guess choosing historian was too much of a stretch. It feels no one needs my help anymore, people have too little time on their hands to think about what happened in the past, and even fewer people choose to learn about it in their free time.

So I choose to work for a government agency, educating people about events from the past. I then went down to archeologist, school teacher, and finally journalist at the most depressing office I've ever worked in. The transition from 5th Street to 365th is too great. I can't believe I spent 8 years studying just to end up going down 351 days. 

I haven't got a clue how this world ended up like this, but I guess that the population was just too big to limit it to a combination of rural, suburbs, and cities. Combine population growth, and the demand for necessities, with greedy businessmen, it's not even the government in charge anymore.

There used to be a running joke when I first started going to college people joked about the new street numbers, saying the fewer the street numbers the fewer days you had to work and worry about. It's not really a joke anymore.

In the past, so much was at stake, I felt as though I could visualize what people in history felt fending for survival every day, barely passing through, the epic clashes of morals, and the adrenaline rush when another country would invade yours. We really haven't changed much as a species, anyone who researched as much as me would know, the only thing that has changed is how advanced we are. 

In the words of Karl Marx revolution is inevitable.

Two weeks ago I sent a letter, fully knowing that in the next two weeks which is this moment, the world will be turned upside down. A revolution the greatest ever which the people of Earth, and the greatest the Star System has ever seen… 

There are so many options when the stakes are high as are most events in history, but the thing is, they are like us, I sympathize with them when they hurt, and celebrate them winning against ridiculous odds. Some might think I'm stupid for choosing history as a major, but I sure as hell won't let my knowledge go to waste, I will be the one to carry out this revolution no matter how much fate, or the Star System tries to stop me.

Twelve seconds to fall the total 110 stories. Ten more seconds until the first scenario. Now five.

I reach my foot off the ledge and shift my weight forward… 

Four.

I feel the air pushing against me, my hair barely hanging on, and the oxygen leaving my lungs.

If I was wrong then there was nothing left to live for in the first place.

Three.

I can't blame everyone else for not believing me; I did seem a bit crazy sometimes.

Two.

You probably can't see it, but the pavement looks so close, doesn't it?

One.

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– You have been chosen to perform in the Star System! –

 Caution: ! Internal Bleeding !

 Your brain is broken beyond repair 

 You will leave this world if you choose to decline…

 [Yes] [No]

 ^

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"Ding!"

- Good Luck Performer #8 Yulihan Yeogsaga! -

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