Amnesia Game Pewdiepie Novels & Stories

Xerxes couldn’t accept this one bit. Then, they heard someone else say, “Grand Preceptor, the Pool of Forgotten Love seems unclean now. During the process, it might also wash away normal memories or even cause amnesia. The person wouldn’t even remember who they are.” The Grand Preceptor answered, “That’s fine. Amnesia would be the best anyway.” He paused and said, “There’s a servant that followed, right? Bath him too.” Alex shuddered. ‘I’m the so-called servant!’

"Muscles remember things the mind chooses to forget, Rhea." "That’s the thing, Dominic," she leaned forward, her amber eyes searching his. "We’ve checked your injuries. We’ve cleared the infection. But the amnesia… it’s the only part of you that isn't healing. Tell me the truth. Do you remember anything? A home? A family? Someone who is waiting for you?"

While being escorted to the bathroom, he snatched a nurse's phone. He posted a video online under his real name. In it, he was wearing a hospital gown, his head shaved to a buzzcut, his body wasted to skin and bones. He knelt before the camera and started slapping himself across the face, alternating left and right. Each blow landed harder than the last. His cheeks swelled grotesquely. A tooth flew out. Blood dripped down his chin. "Audrey, I was wrong! I'm an animal!" "I killed my own children with my own hands! I deserve this!"

His brows were tightly furrowed as he looked at the map on his phone. Seeing me, he grabbed onto me like a lifeline. "Excuse me, how do I get to Time Cafe?" I gave him directions like any helpful stranger would. "Turn left at the intersection ahead, and it's about three hundred feet down." "Okay, thank you." He thanked me and hurried away. Time Cafe. That was a little shop I had casually mentioned to him long ago, saying the name sounded nice. The convenience store clerk had been right. People who drank the amnesia water would forget their past completely. Even if they met someone they had known before, no memory would remain.

The little girl shook her head and said with a trace of grievance, “Sir, I really forgot everything. When I opened my eyes, I found myself lying in a strange place and I couldn’t remember everything. I don’t know why I’m here and I don’t know my name.” “Did you forget where your home is?” “Yeah!” The little girl nodded. ‘She has amnesia,’ thought David. He has studied traditional medicine systematically and was pretty good at it. So, he knew that amnesia could be serious. “Little girl, can I examine your body?” David asked. After he finished speaking, he felt that there was something wrong with this sentence. ‘Why does it sound so awkward when I say it?’ Before he could figure out what the p

He looked at the lights in the room at the end of the second floor of the villa and felt a fit of suffering. Presumably... Eliza also felt as uncomfortable as him and couldn't fall asleep, right? He sighed and leaned against the leather seats of the car, staring at the light with fixed eyes. In fact, they were both suffering. However, even if he was sad, he had to do so. After Hamza lost his memory for more than 20 years, when he learned that Shreya had become a vegetable and might never wake up again, he finally regained his memory. "This kind of amnesia drug can make people forget their happiness and only remember everything related to pain."

There was hope then. "Amnesia refers to a large-scale loss of memories. It is an inability to recall old memories that had happened in the past," he added in an assertive tone, trying to make them understand without hurting their sentiments more than they had already been hurt. "She does not remember you both," he said, nodding at both Uzair and Shreyaaz. He continued, "Because the past having the two of you is being blocked by certain cells in the brain to protect her." "What is the meaning of this?" Uzair asked calmly, eyes having a unique storm within. “Protect her from what? Us?” Stealing a breath, his lips seemed to quiver at the obvious answer.

He picked Zayn up and left the place in just a few swift steps. On the other hand, the ordinary people laying on the floor began to regain consciousness slowly after his departure. They appeared confused. “What happened earlier? Why am I lying on the floor?” “That’s strange. Why do I feel like I’ve forgotten something?” “This is absurd…” They had all forgotten about the incident earlier. It was mass amnesia. Moreover, the video they remembered that they had just recorded on their phones could not be found anymore. What a waste that no one knew about the event that had just taken place earlier, or else, it would have certainly stirred up a huge commotion!

On New Year's Eve, my little brother begs me to play hide-and-seek with him. The moment I cover my eyes and count to 30, the "eraser" in my mind starts moving again. I stand frozen for a few seconds, then turn around, go back inside, and start watching TV. An hour later, Mom crouches down in front of me. "Sweetheart, where's your little brother?" Little brother? I blink, confused. "I don't have a little brother…" Her expression drops instantly. Leaving the New Year's Eve dinner untouched, everyone surges out into the heavy snow. But no matter how hard we search, we can't find my brother. Mom raises her hand and slaps me hard across the face. Her eyes bloodshot. "Didn't I tell yo

he said, his voice breaking slightly, "why let me believe you were lost. Why let me sit beside your bed explaining your own marriage back to you like a stranger." I sat down heavily across from him, my hands pressed together, trying to find some way to explain something I barely understood myself. "Because the amnesia was the only version of me that ever let itself be gentle with you," I said. "Do you understand what I'm saying. Not the injury changing who I was. The forgetting itself, becoming a kind of permission I'd never given myself before. I could hold your hand without the weight of two years of guilt sitting behind it. I could ask if I'd been good to you without already knowing, with