CRASHING OUT

━━━━（SHUI WOYU'S IDLE RAMBLES）
          
          Author Block and Art Block?!? 
          
          Fuck... I'm losing it. Trying to escape one is already difficult, then I just have the misfortune of experiencing both at the same time. So many ideas yet so little verve to arouse my hands to rise. Grrrrrr. I feel so shit TT
          
          I'll just write one of my ideas down and hope I get the vivacity or motivation to actually write them.
          
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          001. ) TCF/LCF × TOKYO REVENGERS
          
          "Look at him. He didn't even cry."
          
          "So heartless."
          
          "What a cold kid."
          
          Cale heard those words again, those sickening judging words from the ignorant outsiders. However, this time, they were not directed at him but at a blonde boy next to him, who was staring at his older brother's inert body.
          
          "Manjiro..." Cale called out, but the boy didn't give any response, just turning to look at him with those eyes—oh, those chilling, dark, obsidian eyes that held so much darkness and pain, far too heavy for such a young child.
          
          The redhead immediately hugged the young boy.
          
          Hugging this kid with his frail arm, this kid who lost his father, his mother, and now his older brother and friend. In the distant future, where everything has become colder, Cale held him tightly because he knew the pain.
          
          Not shedding tears is not equivalent to indifference.
          
          It's just numbness that stifles one's emotions.
          
          And once the cork of those bottled emotions falls, the wave will flow and become unstoppable until it runs out.
          
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          I AM SO HYPERFIXATED ON TOKREV AGAIN! TT
          
          Well, TokRev and Haikyuu...
          
          I am definitely going to write them down!!!!
          
          Ten years later, probably ;-;

━━━━（SHUI WOYU'S IDLE IDEAS）
          
          ⌗ SWINE GAME
          ╰ TCF/LCF × SQUID GAME
          
          
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          "ONE. LAST. GAME───!!"
          
          Kim Roksoo stare at the massive piggy bank that continues to accumulate wealth, while the people─players surrounding him either celebrate or become increasingly apprehensive. 
          
          A series of zeros is displayed.
          
          Representing an amount that ordinary individuals wouldn't easily acquire, but is now within their reach.
          
          At what cost? Lives.
          
          Squid Game, or as they call it. However, Roksoo preferred to call it─Swine Game. A slaughter game for a piece of golden meat, an absurd contest fueled by the players' greed and desperation, all while providing amusement and delight for the spectators. 
          
          It was a cruel pastime.
          
          Where survival was never assured.
          
          "118, will you join us?"
          
          118 ─ Roksoo's number. 
          
          He gazes at the participants, all coming here with different reasons but with the same goal─
          
          ─or not.
          
          
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          Why did he allow himself to relax? 
          
          Why did he allow himself to be fooled?
          
          "Roksoo, it was fun."
          
          It wasn't.
          
          It was never fun.
          
          This game is too fucking cruel.