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Prison Games
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Continúa, Has publicado jun 20, 2017
Convicts people who do despicable crimes deserve despicalbe sentences. The worst of the worst are put on life sentence , however we have to let some of them go, thats were the cage comes in. You see without bad there is no good some of these convicts have to be let out. Don't worry this doesn't happen everyday only every 25 years. Only 2 people are let free from their sentences, only if they win the cage. it isnt forced however so you can't call us despicable.

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In the quiet desert village of Dey, living among the sand dunes and mirages, existed an anomaly - me. I was different, born without the ability to read, write or keep long memories. My scientist father hailed my uniqueness as a miracle, but my life was far from ordinary. To the village, I was just an oddity, a walking puzzle with missing pieces. My only solace was my best friend, always standing by me, his unspoken love for me etched in his affectionate gaze. We lived under a cruel regime with a population no more than a hundred. Every year, one of us would be chosen on the Counting Day, a ceremonious banishing ritual, to become yet another outcast to the floating prison island far off in the ocean - our village's dreaded version of population control. Our past criminals, defiant to government, and more terrifyingly, our loved ones gone missing, were thought to inhabit that island, their fate, a terrifying enigma. This year, as the Counting Day approached unrelentingly, and my loved one's life rested on borrowed time, I made a decision. I volunteered to be casted out. It was my turn to face the unknown with a hidden purpose - to locate my lost father who was sent there years ago.