We Are The Survivors
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The Survivors.
The Survivors are those who have been through an evil game. A game that kills. A game that haunts. Each of them has lost. Each of them has mourned.
They are those who have witnessed death.
What a word, isn't it? Death. It has an eerie feeling to it, at least, that's what I think.
I seem to have forgotten to introduce myself. You'll find out later I believe. Along with the Survivors. I mean, who wouldn't want to know who ordered monsters to kill their families? Who wouldn't want to know the answer to why? Who wouldn't want to know who I am?
The answer is nobody. They all want to know. They are all out for revenge. I'm waiting.
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