'Let's play a little game.' said his deep voice. He hadn't really A voice. More A taperecording that sometimes crashed. He didn't feel no mercy. He was out on blood and revenge. His little puppetbody was neetly attatched with robes on his little red bike. He couldn't move or talk on his own. that did his master. Nobody had ever seen his master. Only him and everybody was afraid of him. His master let people always do very dangorous tests. One time he had somebody cut open a hart only to get key out of something. It were the most horrible things, but today the players were special. they were famous and that was always fun. They always had alot of attention and fans. His master was of plan to let the public watch to see how their favorit stars were tortured. That was the fun part. People who watched. their feelings cougth on camera without them knowing. So today the players would be chosen and his master had a couple on his eye. The gamerules are very simpel. You may never ask for help. You must particepied on every task, even if you could die. If you die, you are done. Oh, yes, have I already said that you could die? WARNING: This story could talk about very triggering things. A lot of blood and death as you may have seen from the discription. You are very much warned. Also: I am writing this on two diffrent things so if there are mistakes. Please, do not blame me for it.
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