Memento Mori (Hiatus)
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Last published Wed, Jan 17, 2024
"But what do we do now? I mean you fucking knocked him out!"
°^ In which two friends get kidnapped by a bunch of killers and now have to survive a series of deadly trials against 27 other people.
Joy.
Not to self, never watch anything from the dark net and think it's not real°^
[Creepypasta Story]
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Some ideas are loosely based on Project:Outsider on Quotev so credit to Maxie
I've found this again after almost two years and think about rewriting it. Might update it again sometimes
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