Stories by DoingThisForReasons

Subject: Silas Scrin Classification: Reincarnated Professional / Archival Specialist Status: Active (Year One) The Abstract: The Wizarding World is not a playground; it is a poorly managed museum. To eleven-year-old Silas Scrin-a man born again with the memories of a master curator and the rare, taxing gift of Spontaneous Restoration-Hogwarts is a structural nightmare. Broken arti

A random guy chosen to be a gamer, a random gamer chosen to wield a prototype sacred gear made by a fellow gamer. With the power of [The Gamer] as well as the favour of [?] he will become the gamer beyond limits.

I'd given up along time ago, he will not let me go, I am stuck so to say, and I will just have to bear it, death is supposed to be equal, death loves all, we may suffer while dying but in death we are equal. Me, well that's another story. The Master of Death was a title that many yearn for because no one knew what it entailed.

I was a simple man, busy finishing my final year in university, ready to work a dead end nine to five job, and enjoy my down times with videos games, mind numbing tv shows, and trying to pick up a girl to settle down with, I guess the divines had other plans cause now I'm in a world where monster's roam the skies and wish to rule the world.