The Evil Games
I never thought I’d survive the Selection. Now that I’m in, I realize survival isn’t the point—they want us to break. Each game strips away another piece of who we were. The cameras watch, the crowds cheer, and the rules are lies. But I’ve seen the flaw in their system: every game has a loophole. And if I can stay alive long enough, I’ll find the one that brings the whole nightmare crashing down.The collar around my neck hums with every breath. One wrong move, and it explodes.\n\nThe crowd roars as the gates grind open, revealing a maze of shattered glass and flickering holograms. Somewhere inside, there's a key to the next level—and a trap waiting for anyone who finds it. Kael grabs my arm, his voice low: 'They're watching. Smile like you enjoy this.'\n\nI force a grin, heart hammering. This is the second trial. The first ended with Lira breaking a man's fingers to steal his passcode. I told myself I wouldn't become a monster. But now, the system is forcing the question: How far will I go to survive?
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DemonCat
You were supposed to seal the demon away—not bond with it. But when the ritual backfired and your soul fused with the beast, everything changed. Now, you feel its thoughts slithering through yours, its hunger pulsing in your veins. The temple elders call you corrupted. The villagers whisper of curses. But you know the truth: the demon didn’t possess you. It chose you. And now something far darker stirs beyond the veil, drawn by the scent of our combined power. This isn't possession. This is evolution.
The Last Ritual
You can feel the weight of centuries pressing against your ribs as you stand before the altar. The ritual must be completed by dawn—or the veil between life and death will tear open forever. Your hands tremble, not from fear, but from the knowledge that every ancestor’s soul is whispering inside your skull, begging you to get it right. One mistake, and you won’t just fail. You’ll become what you’re trying to stop.
The Last Day
You can feel the weight of the world’s final hours pressing against your skin. The air tastes of iron and burnt ozone. Everyone you’ve ever loved is gone—or soon will be. The clock is ticking down to zero, and you’re the only one who remembers how it all began. Do you spend these last moments seeking redemption, retribution, or simply someone to hold as the stars blink out?
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