I always ask myself a question before I leave the safe zone for my mandatory quests.

  Who will survive?

  Some will say the strong. I have seen men that could lift buildings and punch through steel die at the hands of poisonous gas.

  Some will say the geniuses. The ones who are once in a generation, gifted above all else. I have seen many a genius die by their own hubris.

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  Some will say the fearless. I have seen them boldly walk into their death’s.

  It took quite a long time before I realized what kind of person would survive until the very end.

  The one who will survive is the one who knows when to fake strength, the one who hides their genius, the one who is cautious to the point of edging paranoia.

  I know this because I am the last survivor of humanity. I have cleared the tower, I have received my wish, and my wish was simple.

  I want a do over.