Trigger
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One second you're doing a kickflip on a skateboard, the next second you are in a zone filled with rubble and dirt with a rusty glock in your hand . You have to kill your opponent, who is also a teenage boy, before he kills you with another rusty glock. You hear the clink of tokens, the currency of the arena, and guards calling out your number and betting on who will die. You see the glare of the eyes following you until you meet fate. That is how 72 has to live.
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