Flashf0rward

Flashf0rward

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(Highest Ranking: 50 in Post-Apocalyptic) The long-awaited sequel to Countd0wn is here! 10 years after the defeat of Gerrard, the remaining humans and metahumans of the world have banded together to create a small village named Sanctuary. One of these villagers is Ivy Sawyer, younger sister to Wren, who saved the world from the threat of Gerrard. Now, seeking to prove herself, she sets out on a mission to find the source of a distress signal sent to Sanctuary, along with another metahuman named Connor, whose past still haunts him. But, along the way, Ivy may find out that the most evil monsters are the ones that look human.
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In the quiet desert village of Dey, living among the sand dunes and mirages, existed an anomaly - me. I was different, born without the ability to read, write or keep long memories. My scientist father hailed my uniqueness as a miracle, but my life was far from ordinary. To the village, I was just an oddity, a walking puzzle with missing pieces. My only solace was my best friend, always standing by me, his unspoken love for me etched in his affectionate gaze. We lived under a cruel regime with a population no more than a hundred. Every year, one of us would be chosen on the Counting Day, a ceremonious banishing ritual, to become yet another outcast to the floating prison island far off in the ocean - our village's dreaded version of population control. Our past criminals, defiant to government, and more terrifyingly, our loved ones gone missing, were thought to inhabit that island, their fate, a terrifying enigma. This year, as the Counting Day approached unrelentingly, and my loved one's life rested on borrowed time, I made a decision. I volunteered to be casted out. It was my turn to face the unknown with a hidden purpose - to locate my lost father who was sent there years ago.

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