【 Description 】- ♟️ 「 READ ME 」 Without (trying) to spoil too much, reader/[name] considers themselves to be cursed, having bad luck and an "cryptid or monster like appearance". Being alone and to themselves was natural to them, if not expected. they've witnessed how cruel people can be, again and again. Besides It's what they're used to, being by themself in the comfort of their own home. Because no one can pick apart your flaws or stare at you when you keep to yourself right? Then that LOSER GOT FORSAKENED!! And it's HELL ON EARTH!! 【 Other important stuff 】- ♟️ 「 INFO 」 - Info is on page one. - this MAY be bad as I'm not a writer and english isn't my first language. - This is going to be cross posted on tumblr (no where else, I only have this app and tumblr.) - slow updates (Most likely once a month if that) - highkey spam abc in chat if you want that YURIIII

You aren't usually the type to go out of your way to help strangers. You used to keep to yourself, so why's an infamous hacker in your home? || LELELELE GET ME A PIECE OF THAT THANG

"must I truly be here at such an hour...?" ────────────── .ᐟ 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄 〃 n. - the quality or state of being correct in judgment or procedure ━━━ → 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵, the leader of an imperial, dystopian nation finds himself in another realm, not in his former homeland. resolute and standing firm with pride and dignity, he'll bring these lost souls to glory. ━━━ ✓ date started ; 9 / 20 / 25 . ✓ date ended ; ? / ?? / ?? . ♯ forsaken is not owned by me . 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘, this work is only available on wattpad. i will not be publishing this work anywhere else. if you see my work not on wattpad, that is not me. [THIS BOOK IS WRITTEN BY THE AMBASSADOR.]

"𝙄'𝙑𝙀 𝘽𝙀𝙀𝙉 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙂𝘼𝙈𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘽𝙐𝙏 𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙋𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙊𝙉 𝙎𝙃𝘼𝘿𝙊𝙒𝙎." 𝘐𝘕 𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘊𝘏, 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘮. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺.

. 𝕿HE WORLD WE MADE THE 𝖂ORLD WE HATE . --- 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗜𝗡, Sometimes, things don't go the way they planned. A zombie apocalypse had happened, infecting the spirals of Robloxia itself. Nations disbanded and families destroyed, the last remaining military survivors of the Roblox HQ set out to a remote island. However, it seems like they were too late. Their field marshal, [NAME], tried to save them - but it's too late. He's now plagued by malice, the disgust of humanity that he has a resemblance to; but why does this place feel so familiar? And more importantly, why did 𝗵𝗲 look so familiar? 𝗢𝗥 | Where field marshal [NAME] of Roblox HQ gets forsakened as a killer, but turns out, he isn't the only one that was a soldier before. - ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO THE LETILISM SYSTEM. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘆 [👁] - 𝗘𝗡𝗩𝗢𝗬 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 (__𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗿𝗲). 𝗥𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝗻𝘃𝗼𝘆 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸.

《➼°★'.𝘽𝙇𝙊𝘾𝙆 𝙏𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙎 × 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍》 (Please read the whole description.) • Slight AU? Because all the sword wielders (Ck, Brad, Captain, etc) will be the souls following you. (Yes, Griefer is dead on this book.. But I'll make him alive so don't worry! I was planning that he could turn into a ghost anytime he wants.) Started: 8/20/24 Ended: xx/xx/xx -°-•-☆°-'•°-★°--'~•--°•-'• ➤ 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃, a strong yet brave chosen hero was now at the start of their adventure to get all the swords where Shedletsky ordered them. Each sword has its perspective, yes. But seeing the people's deaths, was that worth it? For the swords? For the people? Think, think, think! Each sword will slowly make you more aware of people's feelings.. Are you able to help them? Or just.. 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙛𝙖𝙙𝙚? -°-•-☆°-'•°-★°--'~•--°•-'• Cringy description, yeah

ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴘᴀᴡɴᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɢᴇᴀʀꜱ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡᴀʀ-ᴛᴏᴏʟꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇꜱᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏʀ ᴅᴇꜰᴇɴꜱᴇ-ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴍᴇʀɢᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴀʀ ʟᴇꜱꜱ ɪᴍᴘᴏꜱɪɴɢ: ᴀ ɢᴇᴀʀ ʙᴜɪʟᴛ ꜱᴏʟᴇʟʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅʀᴀᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ɴᴏʀ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ ᴏꜰ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ. ɪɴꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪᴅᴇʟɪɴᴇꜱ, ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀꜰᴀʀ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴜᴍʙʟᴇ ᴅᴜᴛʏ: ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴍɪʟᴋ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ꜰʀɪᴅᴀʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅꜱ, ᴡᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱʀᴏᴀᴅꜱ-ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇꜱ ᴛᴏᴏ Qᴜɪᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ. ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ, ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪɴɢᴇʀ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴇʟ. ᴛᴏ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴ. ᴛᴏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜʀʏ ɪꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʟᴋᴍᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴀʀ, Qᴜɪᴇᴛʟʏ ᴘᴀꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏɪꜱᴇ, ᴜɴᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅꜱʜᴇᴅ- ʏᴇᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇʟʏ ɪɴᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ɪᴛ. "ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ... ʀɪɢʜᴛ?" ᴍɪʟᴋ ᴍᴀɴ "ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴡʜʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ʏᴇᴛ."

𝒀𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑬!𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒙 𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆!𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈!killer!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 . [] 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬. 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐎𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡. [] [] 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫- 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. []

𝔜𝔞𝔫!𝕸𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖓!𝔇𝔬𝔲𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔉𝔢𝔡𝔬𝔯𝔞 𝖝 𝕽𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖎𝖙!𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 ᥫ᭡. ʟɪғᴇ's ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʙᴏʀɪɴɢ ʜᴜʜ? ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ᴊᴏʙ, ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴀɴᴅ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ʟᴀᴡ ᴀʙɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴄɪᴛɪᴢᴇɴ sᴏ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ. ᴊᴜsᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴠᴇʀᴀɢᴇ ʀᴏʙʟᴏxɪᴀɴ... ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏs. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛɪɴɢ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏn ʀᴇᴄᴇɴᴛʟʏ. ᴀ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴜᴏ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀsᴛ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴏʀᴛ ᴏғ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴇɢᴜʟᴀʀs ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ. ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴏᴅᴅ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ ʙʀɪɴɢ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀsᴛ. ᥫ᭡. 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒; 25-30 [𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘; 7/25] ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀʀᴛ ᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ; ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ 24/11/25; ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ sᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀsᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴅᴇᴠs ᴏʀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ, ɪ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ғᴏʀ ɪᴛ ᴀs ɪ'ᴍ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ғᴀɴғɪᴄ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴛʏ sɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ɪᴛ