Day 1
3:00 pm (8 hours after the first announcement)
You have lose, in order to gain.
That's how I've been ever since this whole deathmatch “game” has started up. It only took me a hour or so to realize what's going on. Ever since that first damn announcement, some people who saw their chosen weapons decide to make allies, some take every opportunity to do whatever they please that really doesn't involve any enforce rules, others… decided to take matters in their own hands. My phone, the only thing that I have when woke up from this god-forsaken place and gave me somewhat of an advantage, being able to tell where's some of my enemies are and being able to hack into some things. I even been observing some of them fighting and bickering with each other, gathering data to not just tell who to avoid and who is a pushover, but to exchange information in order for them to leave me alone. So far, I didn't have to fight anyone, nor leak any information for them. In fact, I don't think anyone have discovered this place yet. Good, I should search the warehouses for some stuff.
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Super Ultra Maximum Battle Royal: The Story
RandomWhat happens when you and your friends gets selected to participate in a death game on a man-made island, have your body genetically altered to use spiritual weapons that represents you, and being forced to fight each other just for a dying old man...
