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No Space
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    Time 18m
Ongoing, First published Jun 16, 2015
Mature
It is the near future, and as new technology's were made the population grew rapidly. All countries decide to work together and make a massive spaceship, that house's about 200 - 230 people. 

These people were told they were just going to venture and find a new planet for us humans. They were promised food and safety. 

But it was a lie. It was a plan to kill of people. The ship has many weapons and a master system. In this ship only 25 people can return to earth. 

So the rest must fight. If their is more than 25 people alive in 3 weeks all OXIGEN from the spaceship is lost. To make it go faster every week OXIGEN returns and you remove your mask 

But you most refill your gas tanks, or you will not have anything to breathe unless someone shares with you. A maximum of 50 people will die from these challenges.  So let the NO OXIGEN ship take flight.

-Chris or emporer322
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