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Ongoing, First published Dec 31, 2016
Mature
He traveled into the woods for an escape only to travel down the wrong path and get caught in a never ending loop. He has to fight for his life to make it out of this dimension alive, but every turn brings a new challenge, a new game. The only way to make it out alive is to await  the day a new soul gets trapped in that god forbidding place were so much blood was shed. Don't forget about the ever growing plants that will swallow you whole with one wrong step.

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Losing Game

6 parts Ongoing Mature

(TWs: gore, abuse, sexual abuse, cursing) Why does he still breathe? Why is he kept alive in this shadowed purgatory where time has no meaning, and screams are swallowed by the walls? His cell is a cage, his life a cruel experiment, and his mind a battlefield. Questions claw at him relentlessly: Who is he? What is he? Why does this torment exist? The walls bleed stories of others-lost souls whose cries still linger, haunting the air. His own voice has grown hoarse from endless screams, his body a canvas of scars, a map of suffering that tells no answers, only pain. Every day is a ritual of degradation, where faceless captors toy with his humanity, stripping him of it piece by agonizing piece. The only constant is the endless cycle of questions. Why him? Why the torture? What is their purpose? He clings to the faintest memories of a time before-fleeting images of warmth, love, a face he cannot quite recall. But even those are slipping away, devoured by the void growing inside him. In this relentless, suffocating darkness, where hope is a distant memory, only one question remains: When will the game end, and what will be left of him when it does?