Chapitre 43: j
June, Wednesday 8, 5:00 p.m.
In an average neighborhood in France, a young man was too focused on his computer screen to notice any outside noise.
This young man is a university student about to complete his law degree. Long studies he spent accompanies by his beloved computer.
For 4 years, with the few friends he had due to his previous moves across Europe, the only friends that accompanied him were books.
Among this young man's favourite books, medieval fantasy books fascinate him.
There is the example of Lord of the Rings, The Witcher and even Outlander is a series that he appreciates. But if there is one series that he appreciates more than anyone, it is George R.R. Martin's work, A Song of Ice and Fire.
Thanks to social networks, he developed with a group of friends, a mod of Crusader Kings with the universe of George R.R. Martin and currently, this young man is playing his game after finishing his exams.
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"It's time for a break. I'm thirsty." I said, massaging my eyes.
When I got up, I went to get some water from the kitchen, because I was thirsty, but I couldn't help but think about the oral exam in the morning.
"Finally, my exams are over, even if I will miss the library." I laughed, thinking of the pretty girls in the library.
When thinking about girls, I couldn't help but think of my ex-girlfriend.
"Who knew I'd get left over Christmas." I thought with a little solitude.
Shaking his head to forget it, I continued on my way to the kitchen, noticing that my brother and sister were either at work or in their rooms.
Ignoring them, I grabbed a bottle from the fridge before returning to my room and sitting in the chair in front of my computer.
After taking a sip of ice water, I rested my eyes on my computer screen, watching the movements of the Dothraki.
"It seems like Soft8Bro handled the Dothraki really well. They respond really well to every player's move." I said as I watched the Dothraki position themselves in front of my army in the Sarnor region.
Looking at the screen, I moved my eyes to look at my army and the characters leading it.
"Damn, I love this game and I love my faction." I said with a big smile.
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This game was a mod created jointly by a total of 24 people on the game Crusader Kings II.
Each person took care of shaping a faction in order to be as effective as possible, and ??? took care of the Targaryens.
??? developed the Targaryen faction because it was his favorite family, although during discussions he and another member argued over the faction.
Eventually, ??? created the faction with a full development tree, including magical lore.
While ??? was diving back into his game and wanted to finish the conquest of Essos after having conquered the rest of the lands, time passed very quickly and night fell.
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"That's enough for today, it's already 1:30." I say sarcastically after seeing that for the umpteenth time I have exceeded the limit I had set for myself.
As I looked back at the screen, my eyes couldn't help but stare at the character on my screen.
A tall, muscular man around 30 years old, dressed in black armour decorated with draconic symbols, a finely decorated blade at his left hip and a halberd in his right hand.
On his face were silver hair thrown back carelessly, clearing the view of amethyst eyes expressing severity and concentration.
"I love my character. Daeron Targaryen, a name worthy of my favourite character." I say, thinking of Daeron the young dragon, a character he wants to see on TV.
Thinking of the series based on the books of George R.R. Martin, ?? feels joy, but also, he is also a little disappointed by the changes made in the different series, not perfectly representing the awesomeness of George R.R. Martin's works.
Whether it's in the series Game of Thrones or House of the Dragon, where the showrunners are on the black side rather than the green side.
Even though I personally am not on either side, if I really had to have a side, then I am on the side of the poor slaughtered children and dragons who met their demise because of the idiocy of men.
"Why do I despair when they are just fictitious characters" I said with a smile feeling affliction for fictitious characters.
By blocking out the rest of his thoughts, ??? got up from his chair and hearing no noise in the house, he knew that almost everyone had gone to sleep.
"Another day without a real dinner." I said, feeling my stomach growl.
I couldn't help but shake my head at the way everyone takes care of themselves in my family.
My family is not bad, but they are not the best.
It's not a cold family, but it lacks family affection.
His father and mother are in a relatively neutral relationship, his brother is constantly out, whether for work or not, and finally his sister ignores everyone.
Even if I try to make connections, it only disappoints my expectations.
"Maybe that's why I miss Sara, maybe it was the desire to start the family of my dreams that eluded me, and in the end it wasn't Sara herself that I miss." I thought as I lay down in bed after eating cookies and a glass of milk for dinner.
I turned on ASMR noises on my phone to stop myself from thinking too much so I could fall asleep faster, and closed my eyes.
As time passed in the dark, I thought about my future after starting my master's degree, I thought about the period after my studies and I also thought about my dream of starting a family.
Finally, as my consciousness sank into the arms of Morpheus, I also thought about my passions and being able to experience these adventures personally despite the potential dangers.
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A feeling of weakness taken??? and his consciousness faded into what seemed like sleep.
However, what seemed like a simple sleep to ???, in reality concealed much darker mysteries. Mysteries cutting through the very fabrics of reality.
The world has always been full of mysteries, some elucidated, others not. Who can say that the legendary is not real, after all, every myth has its source in reality.
Perhaps our ancestors did not fantasize in their writings.
However, our story is not about earthly myths, but about a young man obsessed with dreams of glory, adventure and family.
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