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Sharpshooter - Only the Strongest Will SurviveA Book by TBNR_PotatoNorth America's getting too warm. The cooling suits aren't enough. When the authorities move us to Antarctica, it's a paradise. But just like all good.. |
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WarningsA Chapter by TBNR_PotatoWARNINGS:-Assault-Attempted murder-Blood-Bones-Cannibalism-Child death-Death-Decapitation-Fire-Genocide-Gore-Gun violence-Hallucinations-Hospitalisati.. |
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Chapter 1A Chapter by TBNR_PotatoMy grandparents say that I was born in an unfortunate time. They always tell me about the old world, where we were allowed to go outside and breathe c.. |
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Chapter 5A Chapter by TBNR_PotatoEverything hurts. The side of my face. My left eye.It stings.The knives digging into the side of my face, warm red liquid pouring out. My hand instinc.. |
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Chapter 4A Chapter by TBNR_PotatoI run towards the mountain. I can feel the wind in my hair as I pass Mayday, and I can hear him shout, "BRUH" from behind me. I grin as I reach the ba.. |
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Chapter 3A Chapter by TBNR_PotatoI assume I got 9 hours of rest from how I feel energized when I wake up and bustling of the city below when I step out of the apartment and look down .. |
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Chapter 2A Chapter by TBNR_PotatoOne thing I notice about Antarctica: There's not much of a day. It's night all the time.Me and Mayday's families choose to stay in the same block of h.. |
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Chapter 6A Chapter by TBNR_PotatoI can't move.The creature's advancing fast, claw raised to strike the other side of my face. My legs aren't listening to my brain. They're rooted to t.. |
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Chapter 7A Chapter by TBNR_PotatoI fall asleep on the floor, next to the bed where my grandparents are sleeping, and next to my parents. I'm sandwiched between them.I'm woken up by a .. |
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Chapter 8A Chapter by TBNR_PotatoThis chapter has blood, child death, murder and extreme violence.The inside of the transport lights up with a faint red glow. Welp. I can actually see.. |
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Chapter 9A Chapter by TBNR_PotatoThis chapter has extreme violence, blood and child murder.The storm rages on for a while. I don't keep track of time as I stay curled up in a pathetic.. |
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