The Adventures of Rajada: page -4
G-MO removed his hands from on top of his head. The purple swirls were back and they seemed much faster this time.
RTSPlayer spotted G-MO and waved to him. G-MO approached RTSPlayer. "You've never told me where this place is." RTSPlayer looked back at G-MO confused. "That's because I don't know. I've been here forever but I still don't know where here is." "Wait," G-MO had realized something, "Why can I never remember this place when I wake up, but I remember coming here before when I am here?" RTSPlayer laughed a little. "That's an easy one. I figured that out a long time ago. It really is all Rajada's fault, but don't tell him that I said so. He can't know. In a way, he's done a good thing for all of us, even if the end result may not be what he was looking for." G-MO stared at RTSPlayer. He had never heard him be so mysterious and indirect. "Are you feeling okay?" G-MO asked, acting on a hunch. "Okay?" RTSPlayer replied, "I'm better than okay, I'm dead." G-MO stared, mouth agape. "But... how did-" "It doesn't matter G-MO, forget I ever said that." "I guess I have to." G-MO felt the swirls surround him, chopping him into pieces, scattering him about the perimeter of the...