The City That Never Sleeps
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Last published Wed, Jun 30, 2021
Welcome to Simblic, or better known as the city that never sleeps. It's a dark and quite aesthetically pleasing place, perfect for photo shoots or just a drive around to relax the nerves. The weather is always rain with relatively clear skies at night and that's it. There is no day, and the city is always active somehow. Most of the time it's relatively quiet but sometimes quiet isn't always good. You work as a police officer in the bustling city of Simblic. There has been a recent spike in murders and disappearances and you were sent to investigate these recent strings of odd cases and figure out what exactly is going on here. And by the looks of it.... You might've bitten off more than you can chew, officer.
All characters, realms, places and lore in this story belongs to me. This story is completely fictional and does contain blood, murder, drugs, sex, violence, talk of suicide, abuse, alcohol and many other possibly triggering topics like mention of rape or sexual abuse. If you cannot stand mentioning of these topics please do not read. If you still wish to read a book about everyone's favorite murder man, Piss and his pretty parasite then please check out any of my other books that might have short fics of him in it or just a whole ass book that's less gruesome than this.
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