Horizon Academy: The Beginning
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Blood, Sacrifice, Suffering, and Killing. A game where you will do everything just to survive and your other comrades. A game were every mission are deadly
No one ever finish the mission that those devil gave, every mission are deadly, everyone dies, no one survive
What if all of this are just a dream? but it came true, war between good and evil. A game that just started in just one dream and it ended into a war just to get revenge for their love once who sacrifices their lives to save the humanity. Join me and explore their life
"Survival is what we live today, If we don't use our intelligence we won't survive" - Luther
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