Boudoir Glamour Inc. #65

When I left the image zone of the Reality Show; I felt like I had failed a mission.

Stepping out of a combat perception back into my personal body (my eye view); finding so many mission objectives lost.

Not long ago, my advance in power had meant only successful missions.

I was growing weaker. How do you live with that?

It did not help that I had no forward leads. Staying close to this place might help, but it was nothing like home.

My previous life of reviewing mission vids and files came back. I reviewed all the details of Reality Show that my friend had been associated with.

I had fitful dreams about some of the participants been watched by Fate Rendering beings. Beings that were speculative and detached (or maybe just so different that we were just curiosities).