Fight For Destiny

Fight For Destiny

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We can live our world in peace but the world can't always be like that. We always have to right for something stupid we get no relax that's why peaceful we wish this war end. A war we wish will end but know wouldn't just wants me to cry we don't even know this world fully yet and this war has been going on for centuries. Before my great great grandfather and grandma were born. But.. Me, no us can bring back our world! Our destiny. Our world our humanity! Rely on us to do the mighty job! •Mild Gore, Mild swearing, strong violence, mature Recommended: I don't know you choose Written by Eli.A
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(TWs: gore, abuse, sexual abuse, cursing) Why does he still breathe? Why is he kept alive in this shadowed purgatory where time has no meaning, and screams are swallowed by the walls? His cell is a cage, his life a cruel experiment, and his mind a battlefield. Questions claw at him relentlessly: Who is he? What is he? Why does this torment exist? The walls bleed stories of others-lost souls whose cries still linger, haunting the air. His own voice has grown hoarse from endless screams, his body a canvas of scars, a map of suffering that tells no answers, only pain. Every day is a ritual of degradation, where faceless captors toy with his humanity, stripping him of it piece by agonizing piece. The only constant is the endless cycle of questions. Why him? Why the torture? What is their purpose? He clings to the faintest memories of a time before-fleeting images of warmth, love, a face he cannot quite recall. But even those are slipping away, devoured by the void growing inside him. In this relentless, suffocating darkness, where hope is a distant memory, only one question remains: When will the game end, and what will be left of him when it does?

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