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this one idea i had for a while

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my friends thought this concept was cool, and wanted me to write it, so i'm writing it in my own free time. 

currently, only the random scenes i spat out in my notes app are published. so, there's no "real plot", for now. just little interactions and scenes and the main intro.

the plot, if i structure it properly, will be like this:

a bunch of young adults who live under a dictatorship are tasked by "manifestations" of different values to defeat the infestation that keeps this dictatorship thriving. these young adults work to thwart these infestations.

justice, conscience, resistance, awareness and truth. these manifestations have selected "outstanding, virtuous, dependable" individuals who ultimately share one true goal - living their life to the fullest. that is, of course, the only thing that we all really want to do, isn't it?All Rights Reserved

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Chaos & Cringe: Kollections by AergianTimes

Racial insensitivity, mega schizo-posting, a literal tsunami of cum; these are only a few aspects of the wild story I wrote in 2017, within the 8th grade. Since then, I've conducted minor edits for comprehension and line delivery. I'm curious to hear your thoughts, dear reader... Or should I say, poor reader? This story's metanarrative began when a good friend of mine at the time had shared a document with a number of close friends, under the expectation of them collaborating to construct a creative piece. The founding writing, only a paragraph and written by that friend, was of a single undefined character narrating their spooky and memey adventure. I was either the only other person who cared and/or noticed it- so I wrote, along with occasional pitching in from him. I made it more personal by adding character stand-ins for my friends and acquaintances, named after fruits or vegetables. Furthermore, this was to give friends who are represented through these stand-ins an opportunity to properly operate their character within the narrative. That never happened, except with that friend who started the original document to me, to a small extent. Chaos and Cringe was originally inspired by cringey/edgy horror fanfictions, such as Hitler.exe, My Immortal, and Voice Box. This story is therefore a fanfiction of fanfictions. Note: I do not hold the anti-social views implied through the language of Chaos and Cringe, including, but not limited to: homophobia, ableism, and racism. "Nice cock."

The weeping of the guilty by Elliott2216

Imagine living in a world with a separate country where everyone is discriminated against the rest of the world for having the perfect mentality of a psycho due to chemicals exposed and experimented on far back into the bloodline as life itself? Unlike other countries these kids are forced to be contestants in a simulation game each sorted into a sect, determination, intellect, confidence, judgment and empathy whereas those from everywhere else could buy their way out or refuse, How do you think this story will end up? a story i wrote inspired by multiple dystopian stories such as, maze runner, the hunger games, divergent and even squid games where within the story my friends are the cast.

Shattered Sky by AdrianRunner

PLEASE NOTE: my writing is a lot better now. In the not-so-distant future, the world has been ravaged by climate disasters, economic collapse, and technological overreach. The Earth's atmosphere is barely breathable in some areas, and society is divided into highly controlled, isolated Zones. These Zones are managed by an all-powerful governing body called The Ascendancy, which uses a combination of surveillance, propaganda, and strict population control to maintain order. Beneath the surface, however, a rebellion is brewing. Youth, especially those born in the years after the Ascendancy's rise to power, have begun questioning the truth about the world they live in, and their place in it. In the midst of this unrest, a group of teenagers discovers an ancient artifact, believed to be a key to unlocking the world's true history and the secrets of the Ascendancy's origins. Genre: Young Adult Dystopian

To Seek The Lost Voice by MichiRoad

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War of Praisers by BelovedDarkStranger

Nothing left my mouth as I stared at him in shock. He truly believed that I was part of this. The man, who I had lived with and served for months. The man who I had protected with my life and soul. I stood still while, as he backed away from me quickly. "I trusted you with my life." His cry pierced around the empty room. He looked so destroyed and hurt, but mostly his face portrayed rage and determation. "And I protected you with mine." I spoke back loudly. I didn't hear myself say it but I knew I did. I look into his eyes even from our distance they seemed to wallow me in darkness. "I gave you mine." My voice was quiet and cracked. His face changed only for a second before his old one took over again. He doesn't believe me. It doesn't matter what I say or do he won't listen. He will still believe I am the bad guy. Just as Kane said, we will never be equals, we will never be fellow humans. We will always be monsters to them. "Yakov, I am not the bad guy." I plead one last time. His Russian accent comes out harsh with his next words. "Your right," he pauses, "you are the villain." I stumble back as if I had just been stabbed in the chest. It was a horrible feeling. It was never good with the emotions and yet I recognize the feeling as heart beak. I barely breathe in air as I regain my posture. A battle cry from somewhere distracts me momentarily. I suddenly remember Ewan. I glare at Yakov one more time before I take off after the cries of battle. Jade believes she started the war among the human and her kind. Nothing is as it was portrayed. The lies and the truth are hidden among each other. There is is no clear good and evil. How can there be if one does not know what is right and what is wrong. She was prepared to see death, prepared to inflict death upon others without mercy or remose. She was prepared to do her job which the Facility had given her. But now it doesn't seem so simple anymore. Instead she focuses on keeping her friends alive.

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Chaos & Cringe: Kollections

Racial insensitivity, mega schizo-posting, a literal tsunami of cum; these are only a few aspects of the wild story I wrote in 2017, within the 8th grade. Since then, I've conducted minor edits for comprehension and line delivery. I'm curious to hear your thoughts, dear reader... Or should I say, poor reader? This story's metanarrative began when a good friend of mine at the time had shared a document with a number of close friends, under the expectation of them collaborating to construct a creative piece. The founding writing, only a paragraph and written by that friend, was of a single undefined character narrating their spooky and memey adventure. I was either the only other person who cared and/or noticed it- so I wrote, along with occasional pitching in from him. I made it more personal by adding character stand-ins for my friends and acquaintances, named after fruits or vegetables. Furthermore, this was to give friends who are represented through these stand-ins an opportunity to properly operate their character within the narrative. That never happened, except with that friend who started the original document to me, to a small extent. Chaos and Cringe was originally inspired by cringey/edgy horror fanfictions, such as Hitler.exe, My Immortal, and Voice Box. This story is therefore a fanfiction of fanfictions. Note: I do not hold the anti-social views implied through the language of Chaos and Cringe, including, but not limited to: homophobia, ableism, and racism. "Nice cock."