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The Game

The Game

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If you had to fight your way through ten impossibly hard levels of some kind of sick game, would you do it? What if I told you that you had no choice? It was fight, and keep going, or die. That changes things doesn't it? Now, what if you were offered one miraculous prize at the end? Something that you wanted more than anything else in the world, wouldn't that make winning all the sweeter? But of course, there's a catch. You have to choose between that thing you want the most, and the lives of strangers. But something so cruel and unjust couldn't possibly exist, could it? If you think that, well, you're very wrong.
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Have you ever imagined after a Thursday night with your friends or even your family, waking up in a dark room with five other strangers? Or even seeing that movie "Escape Room" and have a dream where you have to try and survive crazy obstacles that are trying to kill you? You didn't? Oh, you got lucky, because after a normal Thursday night, I woke up in a room with six strangers and was forced to play a sick game. Sure games are fun and enjoyable, a little competition here and there and friendly competition of course, where no one gets hurt. Well the game we played was anything but friendly, at least we were friendly to each other. Or that's what I thought, before one of them stabbed me, and betrayed me and the others. I guess one of us was pretending and lying, being an imposter among us. To know who did it and what happened to all of us you can read our story. I hope you enjoy it, like one of us did. Uh, and I almost forgot one thing, don't get attached.

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