Would you rather...?
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MatureComplete Sun, Jan 8, 20171h 49m
Twenty random people wake up in a mysterious place.
An interactive computer screen forces them to play a real life version of Would You Rather?
Winner is the last person standing...
Digital vamps and analog life...
Who will be there left with his breaths?
[[THIS FICTION CONTAINS AN EXTREME OF VOILENCE AND MENTALLY DISTURBING SITUATIONS.]]
The extreme of inhuman psychological torture, one can find hard to survive even while reading, is there...
The game is in such a brutal and inhuman manner that you can not even imagine...
Only one out of those 20 unlucky ones will be the winner!!
Who are they?
How is the game going?
What's behind that interactive digital demon?
Who and how turns out as winner as survival of inhumanity?
What happens to rest 19?
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