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Ongoing, First published Aug 04, 2018
Zion Farcry, ex military, son of ww2 veteran Dominguez Farcry, assassin, speacial black ops task force operative, ghost operative, and anti-terrorism operative.

he is one of the hundred random people that were selected to be paid to go to a remote island to participate in a event where any crime is legal, including murder, this was to see the mentality of human beings as a whole, but it's all a set up, the truth behind all of this is that an unknown person set all this up to cut down the population of human beings so goods and money and other needs can be more resourceful and so the unknown calls himself player and he set this whole thing for the satisfaction of the government.
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