The Scream of Tribulation

The Scream of Tribulation

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The last thing you'd expect is to wake up to the sound of seaguls squawking and the blue waves crashing onto the sandy beach if you didn't leave near the coast. Throughout fifty days, eactly one-hundred complete strangers awake to an unfamiliar deserted island. No society, no boats, and no escape. Every day, two new people wake up at the starting point of the island, where a great tower of starting supplies rest. After a greedy loot, it's up to survival skills to stay alive. All one-hundred people decide their fate; whether to form a sustainable society, or to live in an anarchy and let every man live for theirself. Betrayl, strategy, adventure, hunger, and desperation lurk throughout the islands, along with the secrets hidden within the island. At night, unrecognizable creatures hunt though the night, and only night, so they can stalk their prey without acknowledgement. On this island, humans aren't at the top of the food chain for once. People can be just as dangerous though...
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