The Suffering: Prison is Hell
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Last published Tue, Jul 4, 2017
based on the 2004 Xbox and PlayStation 2 game, I thought I might make my own story about it because I love writing. so hopefully people enjoy this fiction story of the suffering: prison is hell.
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Upon awakening in a strange facility, our protagonist GP discovers that he has been captured by a force of great evil. Suffering from amnesia, he must seek out his remaining friends and save the world from the one who imprisoned them. Join them as they face perils and make new friends while GP attempts to restore his memory. (The characters you see in this story are taken from different media, but are completely different in the universe created for these stories. This is the first story I've created; so I am aware that it may not be perfect. Regardless, I hope everyone enjoys it despite its imperfections!)
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