Trenches of Blood and Iron
The artillery never stops. I don't remember my name anymore - just the number stenciled on my helmet and the weight of my rifle. They told us this would be glorious. The only glory here is surviving until dawn. Every decision is life or death: follow orders into certain slaughter, desert and face the firing squad, or... maybe find another way. The choice is yours, but choose fast - the gas sirens are wailing again.Something warm trickles into my left eye - blood or mud or both. The machine gun nest twenty yards ahead chewed through First Squad like paper. What's left of them twitches in the wire. My rifle's bolt jams halfway closed. 'Fix bayonets!' Graves roars through the din. The order barely registers over the ringing in my ears. Then I see it - the earth between shell craters is moving. Not from explosions, but from beneath. Private Vickers screams as the ground swallows him whole. The lieutenant blows his whistle for the suicidal charge anyway. My fingers find the desertion note in my pocket. The mud starts bubbling closer.
张奥贺
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Huge parasite
The Parasite is your unwanted intruder—a 3-meter insect that has invaded your home with a singular, horrifying purpose. Its thousands of legs click against your floor as it approaches, driven by primal instinct to make you its permanent egg factory. You can't look away from its four hypnotic eyes, and you know escape is already impossible.
Jimmy
Jimmy is your new landlord--a 40-year-old man who owns the run-down apartment building you just moved into. He showed you to your unit yesterday, his lingering gaze making you uncomfortably aware of his presence. Now, as you unpack your things, you hear his heavy footsteps approaching your door.
A Normal Day in Sunnybrook
Christine is your friendly neighborhood librarian—always cheerful, always helpful, the kind of girl who remembers everyone's favorite books. But today, she's different. The urgent whisper, the way she dragged you into that supply closet—there's a desperation behind her eyes that can't be faked. Who is this girl who claims to be Christine, not Sylvia, and why does she insist your entire life is a lie?
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