Assuming I'm in VOW, who put me in the pod? And where is the pod? It would need to be Levia, because I don't think there is any other person who has my information. And I doubt anyone would make an effort of dragging me into a pod. I don't remember logging into VOW at all. Yup, all like in VOW.īut something doesn't add up here. Just to make sure I reach out to my head and feel the slick horns, then to my wings that rest folded on my back and I throw off the covers to see my demonic feet. I groan and drag my hand over my face at the realization. immense, irrational disappointment as I think that. On that note, am I really not in VOW? I extend my hands and touch my body all around, feeling the exact same, powerful muscles and beautiful curves I have in game, and I freeze for a while as I notice my tail swishing on my side. My current situation is very far from that. at some point Levia told me to hide in the trunk. I was with Levia on the hoverer, we got to the space lift. The lighting comes from one ridge in the ceiling stretching beside all four walls and another ridge half the size lighting up the middle of the room.Īnd with that said. I also notice a simple, black, out-of-place chair on the side of the sofa and a few drawers on the left side of the room. sort of screen on the opposite wall, and a simple pod in the corner to my right.
#PROPELLER HEAD REASON 8 TORRENT FULL#
There is a large, vanilla colored sofa, drawn out into a full bed I'm on right now, a large. The room is large, easily twenty meters squared, its wall are creamy yellow in color, and it is scarcely furnished. It's distinctly not the room I have slept in last twelve years of my life, and it's distictly not any place I know from VOW. I take a look around and I'm instantly too shocked to pay much attention to my body, the reason being the room I'm in. A little tight, black nightshirt I don't recognize.
at my boobs visible beneath my nightshirt. Before that, though, my hand bumps into something that bounces a little bit and that feels distinctly like what I want to feel each time I wake up, what I want to always feel, and it's only on weekends I usually get to experience it.Īnd I'm suddenly very awake as I look down in shock at my. Confused, I prop myself up on my bed and raise my hand to rub my eyes. When I wake up, half-expecting a jolt to my brain, I'm met with light unlike that I see when I wake up in my room.
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