Young Sensitive Gold across Fiction

The hravity is heavier than I remember, surely a product of my time on Mars along with it not being artificially curated to fit the populaces needs. The lesser men would have felt sick by now and would have still endured to fulfill their duty, unbothered as I was, it would be hard to match their will when I had no such things to endure. I was born Gold, or rather, I was born without a color, growing up to be nineteen in my first life before getting into an horrific accident because of my friend’s amateurish pinning skils, well I was already a beast naturally but there is only so much you can do without some magic juice. Huh? Stop this gorydamn monologue? Well Darrow you have to understand, these are my last minutes in this world, I hoped at least to spend them warning you but oh well, you’ll find my notes. with that done, I pronounce what will liberate me from this point