The gunslinger nodded gravely. "Yes. And the writer I met is in charge of my destiny ... and yours, Blaze. Along with a Breaker named Streak. He said that she is half tiger, like you two ... gentlemen."
Blaze blinked. "Wait, what? You're telling me some kid is making up stories about us?"
Roland shook his head. "Not exactly 'making up stories.' He and the others involved are, it seems, telling our story, not making it up."
Blaze looked away. "No. I refuse to belive I'm a figment of the imagination. I'm real. I'm a real person!"
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Streak thought about how best to describe it...
Streak: "I don't know about Charger and Blaze, but I suppose anything is possible. There doesn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to people that are Breakers. Just because I am doesn't mean every Anthro tiger is."
She paused. "Anyways.... A Breaker is ... well, a Breaker is someone who ... Breaks things. We Break people, we Break objects, we Break energy. Breaking is a broad term. We basically all have psychic ability. Call it latent mental energy. Whatever. As Breakers, we are being forced to use our psychic influence to chip away - Break - the very fabric of reality. Fisher has been tearing holes between worlds using our power. And thus, entrances have been opened in places. But I'm not sure why Fisher wants to do it: he can slip from one reality to the next with no effort." She sighed. "It's hopeless."
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Dave sat up. He could see the sky above him, but shadows around him.
As his eyes adjusted, he found himself in the burned out ruins of an old house.
Sharp pain bolted through his right shin. Oh, no, he thought miserably. Don't tell me it's broken again....
He braced himself for more pain and tried to move his leg. It went, and didn't hurt much. Dave slowly stood, careful not to put too much pressure on the bad leg.
Dave looked around, and began to walk. His limp was more pronounced than usual, due to the pain in his leg.
About five minutes of walking brought him to a road.
And it suddenly hit him. He was run over by a car ... and woke up in a burned down house. There were - so far - no other people around ...
He was in another world. Just like Jake in the Dark Tower Books.
"Oh no. This is not cool."
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