BloodsportNaomiSIntroPossesion

From Create Your Own Story

There is a blinding flash across your vision.

A crushing force greater than anything you've ever felt causes you to drop to the floor.

You are propelled outward, out of your body, through the roof. She (your former self) writhes in agony, while your consciousness drifts ever upward.

The last thing you hear is laughter, filling your head.

Bloodsport.
I Am:	Naomi (Spirit).	I'm In: The Afterlife.
I Feel:	Dead.
Kills:	N/A.