To the Ground
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World War IV ended in genocide of the entire world. Luckily, Alyssa Sefarina had a plan to protect and preserve the human race. The engineer got her ship - S.S Sefarina - into the air before the bombs went off, saving less than 0.001% of the human population. One-hundred and fifty years later, the president of Sefarina's ship sends down twenty-five orphans and unwanted teenagers to Earth to test it's durability. As they walk into the unknown, they're unsure if they'll make it out alive. *** TRIGGER WARNINGS! Sensitive topics such as s*xual assault mentions/references, suicidal thoughts and actions, mental illness, sexual words and actions, gore, torture, kidnapping
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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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