the shadowbox.

the shadowbox.

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Science Fiction
being accepted for a local experiment at a science facility in their hometown seemed like a dream come true for the students at the university of nevada. the 'internship' included a $2,000 payment for participating and their names published in a scientific revolutionary textbook. but what they got wasn't even close. the night before the participation, they were each kidnapped and blindfolded, being drugged along the way. they all woke up in one, pure white and muggy room; collars attached to their neck. the mission of the experiment? one must survive. you can choose to let the traps kill the others, or take them out yourself. how far will people go to survive? will they take their own friends, siblings, lovers' life? you have twenty four hours to survive. and if more than one of you are left at the end, then both will die. welcome to the shadowbox.
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In the quiet desert village of Dey, living among the sand dunes and mirages, existed an anomaly - me. I was different, born without the ability to read, write or keep long memories. My scientist father hailed my uniqueness as a miracle, but my life was far from ordinary. To the village, I was just an oddity, a walking puzzle with missing pieces. My only solace was my best friend, always standing by me, his unspoken love for me etched in his affectionate gaze. We lived under a cruel regime with a population no more than a hundred. Every year, one of us would be chosen on the Counting Day, a ceremonious banishing ritual, to become yet another outcast to the floating prison island far off in the ocean - our village's dreaded version of population control. Our past criminals, defiant to government, and more terrifyingly, our loved ones gone missing, were thought to inhabit that island, their fate, a terrifying enigma. This year, as the Counting Day approached unrelentingly, and my loved one's life rested on borrowed time, I made a decision. I volunteered to be casted out. It was my turn to face the unknown with a hidden purpose - to locate my lost father who was sent there years ago.

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