[Private; Semi-Hard Hack]
[Hackable if you're really desperate though]Power flooded Konishi's senses, the cries of her partner far gone from her mind. She felt no guilt about how she had won the Game and not her partner - as far as she was concerned her partner had only been a stepping stone to get her to win the Game. The person had been a complete stranger, a week didn't count as getting to know someone. And relationships were only a burden in her mind - most people in general were idiots and Konishi didn't want to be associated with people like that.
So when she had been offered the choice of going back to the Real Ground or becoming a Reaper it had been no contest. She didn't desire to live back in her old life anymore, god knows her mind would go to waste. The Underground was so much more interesting...exciting if she dared to say it. Here power was within reach of whoever wanted it only if you were competent enough to understand how to grasp it.
"Welcome to the Reapers." Her plan was flawless. Perfect. There was no room for errors as far as she was concerned and Konishi didn't mind being patient and waiting for certain pieces to fall into place if it meant getting what she wanted. When the day had finally came when she was promoted to the rank of Game Master, Konishi allowed herself a thin smile which could be interpreted as a smirk.
The view from 104 was lovely. Konishi felt strong and looking over all those mindless chimps scuttle around below. Konishi smiled slightly as she stood up there feeling the power go through her body. Yes. She would get what she wanted and she wouldn't let any single element get in her way.
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The young woman stood up from her spot on the building roof and brushed herself off and approached the edge to gaze down onto the streets below. The view from this building was much more different. Not a single soul scurried below her, only a single floating castle overhead ominous. Konishi's lips pursed and she crossed her arms. This had to stop happening.
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