It took him longer to get back into the game then most others, Firstly he had to wait until someone informed him it was no longer blocked, then he had to ensure all his final affairs had been in order. Morpheus, rather Alexander knew he was nearing the end if his life and he wanted one last hooray before the reaper came to bring him back to his wife and some of the others he lost along the way. That all said he relogged into the game, This time unless it was blocked again he intend to stay till his final seconds.
Sure some might say 'why not spend it with loved ones.' or 'why not enjoy a sunset over the beach' or things like that. But the sad bitter truth was Alexander knew his kids and friends had stopped caring the moment he signed his possessions and wealth to them, his grand kids rarely came to visit since life was getting busy for them, His great grand kids rarely or did not even know him, and the double great, and triple great grandkids did not even know he was still around. He had nobody to enjoy those final moments with, so he would play his games to pass the time.
With it all said, the old soul opened his other set of eyes, that of Morpheus, the elderly monk he made unable to see himself much younger then he was in real life. Hands wrapped around the old wooden club or to him cane as his beard and Kimono flew southward in the wind. The refreshing smell of Pine and outdoors a welcome thing to his bleached and cleaning heavy used to nostrils. Hand slowly wrapping the wood, to feel the warped texture to hands so used to the cold steel of his bed railing. Weary eyes drifting upwards towards the sky above watching the birds fly past, ears catching the sound of their wings and not the dolling sounds of machines or doctors wondering just how long he was going to keep fighting death off.
A slow staggered step forward, catching himself on the cane as he took another. Slow and steady he would reach down while moving a foot upward to remove his wooden sandals so he could feel the grass beneath his feet. He enjoyed how real the game was even to this moment as his back ached lightly, nothing to the sharp crippling sting he had dealt with the last year alone. Another step, foot digging with toes into the grass as a peace-filled smile crossed the old man's face. He was outside, no matter what others told him as he kept walking and tied the sandals to his belt. he would be fine if this very moment the reaper took him.
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Sure some might say 'why not spend it with loved ones.' or 'why not enjoy a sunset over the beach' or things like that. But the sad bitter truth was Alexander knew his kids and friends had stopped caring the moment he signed his possessions and wealth to them, his grand kids rarely came to visit since life was getting busy for them, His great grand kids rarely or did not even know him, and the double great, and triple great grandkids did not even know he was still around. He had nobody to enjoy those final moments with, so he would play his games to pass the time.
With it all said, the old soul opened his other set of eyes, that of Morpheus, the elderly monk he made unable to see himself much younger then he was in real life. Hands wrapped around the old wooden club or to him cane as his beard and Kimono flew southward in the wind. The refreshing smell of Pine and outdoors a welcome thing to his bleached and cleaning heavy used to nostrils. Hand slowly wrapping the wood, to feel the warped texture to hands so used to the cold steel of his bed railing. Weary eyes drifting upwards towards the sky above watching the birds fly past, ears catching the sound of their wings and not the dolling sounds of machines or doctors wondering just how long he was going to keep fighting death off.
A slow staggered step forward, catching himself on the cane as he took another. Slow and steady he would reach down while moving a foot upward to remove his wooden sandals so he could feel the grass beneath his feet. He enjoyed how real the game was even to this moment as his back ached lightly, nothing to the sharp crippling sting he had dealt with the last year alone. Another step, foot digging with toes into the grass as a peace-filled smile crossed the old man's face. He was outside, no matter what others told him as he kept walking and tied the sandals to his belt. he would be fine if this very moment the reaper took him.
"Outdoors how this old kindle missed you, your gentle breeze and mixed feelings of scents. The sounds of the wildlife you harbor paradise and home towards. The warmth of fresh unfiltered sunlight against this crippling old skin, Your soothing song could you sing it once more for this old soul with maybe only minutes left to enjoy it one final time?"
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