Decaying Hope
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On a hostile planet with a destroyed core and plagued by a toxic storm, a story lives, among many others. This one in particular, though, is a story of a stranger, who's stranded on this hostile planet for...unknown reasons; a girl, who teaches her the ropes and helps her survive, as well as a few other characters they meet along the way. Every moment is a moment where their lives may be suddenly cut short, every moment a moment to tread carefully, to be cautious, to try to stretch the remaining time in their life out just a little longer for a purpose unknown to them.
After all, there's no rest for the Damned.
Hello, there, reader! Thanks for taking your time to check out at least the front page of my story. This is a fanfic based in the universe of the Roblox game "Decaying Winter." Even if you aren't a fan of the game and/or know anything about the game or not, this story will still paint a unique world for you! I promise that this story is different from any other story you may pick on this site (*cough cough* it has good grammar *cough cough*), so please do take at least a peek! Anyways, enjoy the story, and be sure to give me feedback! My discord user is "madam_bork", if ya want to contact me, just send me a friend request!
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