"I'm Sorry, brother."
"Xisuma, Wait! It wasn't-"
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"It wasn't me."
All that was left was void. The cold- no- freezing void. I looked down into the dark abyss of this hellish place. Although not very much like hell, temperature wise, it sure does feel like I've been banished to the underworld. Exile wasn't even this bad, at least I could be around the hermits and my friends once in a while, but now I've been thrown to the void for something someone else did.

The void sucked the life and feeling out of you, literally. Most players die seconds after entering it, but me and my brother are different.

Oh, right, my brother. The void can make your memory foggy and time seem like a construct of your imagination. My brother's name is XisumaVoid, and mine is XanthusVoid. You see where I'm going with this, right? Our last names are Void for a reason.

You see, me and my brother come from the game. Different parts of it, yes, but still the game nonetheless. It's saddening to know that all the others aren't aware of this world being a simulation, and we are helpless towards them. Sure, X and I have real life forms, but we've been part of the simulation since we were little. We were the firsts, and we know nothing better nor worse.

Our names are Void because we had a special purpose. A purpose my brother fulfilled, before anyone gave me a chance. There were legends about some people being before us. Legends of "people" called Python, Generikb, Hypnotizd- you get the point. But the truth is, those are lies.

I was first.
Not them, me.