Bloodshed isn't the word to describe the Hell Games. It is inhumaine.
Millions are sent to hell every day, but ten outcasts a year are given a bewildering opportunity.
A fight to the death... or re-death.
They are placed in an arena filled with dangers at every turn, and no one but themselves.
Every feeling, every guilt, and every single tear will be held against them.
Only one player can win, and only that player will be sent to heaven.
What happens to the others?
Karma.
Thank you for showing intrest in my story :) I hope you and your loved ones are doing great in these difficult times!
WARNING
This story contains very harsh language, gore, fighting, sexual content, and drug use/references. I recommend you only read if you are over 16. If you're not.....good luck lol.
Thank you again, I'm 20 so I'm pretty busy with school but please be patient, as this is one of my first books :) I've also made the cover myself hehe,
I will try to be updating every Friday, no particular time.
Enjoy! <33
Six crew members of the freighter spaceship Tulpar after a mysterious crash leaves them stranded in space, trapped within as supplies dwindle, and things take a drastic turn.
TW for SA, violence, and probably more that i can't remember, just be careful if you're sensitive to these things
:3 hope you enjoy ♡
I do not own the game
Wrong Organ is the main owner
We all hate Jimbalba