The Cards that Keep Turning

The Cards that Keep Turning

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A group of Seven amazingly close friends had slowly fallen apart. How did it all start? Nobody knew. The disappearance of Six of the Seven friends leave one spiralling out of control. He gradually drops all his sanity and his will to live, but not enough to commit to it. The Six that are out and about in no mans land, eventually drop in numbers, going from Six to Four, just like that. The two turned into black ash. The reasoning for their "turning" was unknown... what a tragedy. The numbers of the boys stayed the same as time went by, leaving the rest slightly panicked and anxious. The funny part of it all was that not all of them returned. As said before, two disappeared. Four managed to get back to the studio alive. Wounded, but alive. But they came back only to see there lonely friend, who's health and mental state crumbled down. ...This had to be a dream... a horrible dream. But unfortunately it wasn't, it was a reality for the group. Out of the seven friends Five were alive...the Two that passed...passed from a mysterious incident, not even the police could help in any way. Not saying the boys told the police. Out of the Five that were alive, One's attitude had changed, and not for the better. He went from happy and active to depressed and distant. The friends were slowly losing their minds. Until the One left standing, brought it all back to normal. But only to repeat the past... only to see his friends. The Cards That Keep Turning...
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