Sunburn
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Last published Wed, Mar 20, 2019
Ren Mitchell has never really cared about human interaction, that is, until the world, quite literally fell apart.
It's the year of 2042, where the sun has changed overtime making it nearly impossible to be exposed to sunlight without the consequence of being burnt into a crazed state of mind. It starts off as a normal sunburn but soon begins to create boils which travel on the skin and underneath it until it reaches your brain, the pain of it making you go crazy.
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