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average human
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Love that the character names matches the role he’s playing.
“Unkie Julie, you promise mama and daddy love me?” Sparrow asked him as she cuddled further into his side.
At least that’s what he heard.
— Jun 24, 2025 11:16PM
“Unkie Julie, you promise mama and daddy love me?” Sparrow asked him as she cuddled further into his side.
At least that’s what he heard.
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average human
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This was great. Can’t wait for the next book. 5 stars.
— Jun 26, 2025 12:02PM
average human
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Funny how these books always end with Jayce’s pov.
“Where are you taking me? What’s going on? I need to find Player 20.” Just as he decided to do what he must, the lift jolted to a stop, opening.
There had only been a few times in his life when Jayce had felt shocked and nearly all of those revolved around Raven.
— Jun 26, 2025 12:00PM
“Where are you taking me? What’s going on? I need to find Player 20.” Just as he decided to do what he must, the lift jolted to a stop, opening.
There had only been a few times in his life when Jayce had felt shocked and nearly all of those revolved around Raven.
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“Is it Julian? Is the host Julian?”
“No.” Felix made his way to a door on the ship, and I attempted to take in more of my surroundings, but my eyes were growing tired, my vision blurry. “He is The Host and Julian is Julian.”
I couldn’t fathom what he meant, and I didn’t have time to truly question it before he was placing me into another man’s arms.
— Jun 26, 2025 11:57AM
“No.” Felix made his way to a door on the ship, and I attempted to take in more of my surroundings, but my eyes were growing tired, my vision blurry. “He is The Host and Julian is Julian.”
I couldn’t fathom what he meant, and I didn’t have time to truly question it before he was placing me into another man’s arms.
average human
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Anadil threw something to me. The item bounced a few times before landing at my feet.
“Remove your mask and collar, Raven. Let them see who you are. Our images will not be blurred for this. Let them see who it is behind the mask.”
Still not trusting her, but deciding it was best to establish what she was playing at, I bent and scooped up the item. A block-shaped key.
— Jun 26, 2025 11:45AM
“Remove your mask and collar, Raven. Let them see who you are. Our images will not be blurred for this. Let them see who it is behind the mask.”
Still not trusting her, but deciding it was best to establish what she was playing at, I bent and scooped up the item. A block-shaped key.
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The Host cocked his head. “Yes, we are nearing the end, aren’t we? Five teams and seventeen players have made it to this round. Over a month we have spent together. Over a month you have spent with your team. Fostering friendships, forgiveness…love. Let us see what happens when it is put to the test.”
My eyes found Griffin’s, and he lifted his head offering a smug smile.
— Jun 26, 2025 10:58AM
My eyes found Griffin’s, and he lifted his head offering a smug smile.
average human
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Dame. That’s unexpected.
I heard his retreating feet as, simultaneously, my vision returned.
And I was face to face with my Sponsor.
I glared at the masked man. “How could you? How could you do this to me? You made me the Shadow and for what?
— Jun 26, 2025 12:49AM
I heard his retreating feet as, simultaneously, my vision returned.
And I was face to face with my Sponsor.
I glared at the masked man. “How could you? How could you do this to me? You made me the Shadow and for what?
average human
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Well if his “parents” are the “creators”. 😐 things aren’t looking good for u Jayce.
My sister isn’t my Sponsor.
The knowledge was soul crushing in a way I couldn’t explain, and it distracted me from my current situation. If they were my friend. If they were born outside of the Facility. There were only a few people left that they could be.
— Jun 26, 2025 12:33AM
My sister isn’t my Sponsor.
The knowledge was soul crushing in a way I couldn’t explain, and it distracted me from my current situation. If they were my friend. If they were born outside of the Facility. There were only a few people left that they could be.
average human
is 69% done
Bet game 10
Either Ivan’s or 32’s team is gonna die
Likely 32 her team is disposable
Also I think in the other country besides Violencia women are incubators and have to be injected to give birth. So the children of such women don’t have familial connections they’re raised like robots. Not “natural born” with parents or uncles, aunts, siblings. And children that are “natural” are cherished.
— Jun 26, 2025 12:25AM
Either Ivan’s or 32’s team is gonna die
Likely 32 her team is disposable
Also I think in the other country besides Violencia women are incubators and have to be injected to give birth. So the children of such women don’t have familial connections they’re raised like robots. Not “natural born” with parents or uncles, aunts, siblings. And children that are “natural” are cherished.
average human
is 69% done
Dude this is so fucked up. A man who raised a boy is probably doing terrible things to a girl his “son’s” age. Omg everything is fucked up.
The Game Warden finally found the ability to speak. “The Host came to kill her.”
The woman next to the man scoffed haughtily. Her blonde hair fell around her mask and she swept some of it back.
— Jun 26, 2025 12:23AM
The Game Warden finally found the ability to speak. “The Host came to kill her.”
The woman next to the man scoffed haughtily. Her blonde hair fell around her mask and she swept some of it back.
average human
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Ihad intended to complete that round as if it were a transaction. Similar to when I worked for my Faction, but Oleks had confused me.
The man was an enigma. Completely different than who I suspected him to be.
His guarded eyes had reminded me of my own.
But I didn’t feel any guilt. I had made it through another round, used my body once more as I had in the past.
— Jun 24, 2025 11:05PM
The man was an enigma. Completely different than who I suspected him to be.
His guarded eyes had reminded me of my own.
But I didn’t feel any guilt. I had made it through another round, used my body once more as I had in the past.
“Yes sweetheart. With all their hearts.” She was nearing three now and he imagined soon enough she would have more questions. Ones he couldn’t answer. He glanced around Sparrow’s spacious room, making sure there weren’t any watchful eyes.
He readjusted, sitting up and placing Sparrow next to him. Ruffling her hair fondly, he offered a small smile.
“What’s this?” Tiny chubby fingers reached up to his face.
He hissed in pain as she grabbed hold of his piercing. It was a new one on his ear.
When she pulled back her hand, it had his blood on it.
Flashes of crimson and gore swept across his vision. He jumped to his feet, marching as far as he could from Sparrow, he faced away from her as his mind unknotted.
He was a Game Warden. He was her Uncle. He was a Player. He was a murderer.
He was Julian.
“Unkie Julie?” her terrified cry broke through his meltdown.
“It’s okay. Just one second, I’ll be right there. You know how sometimes you need a minute to calm down? I just need one, everything is alright though.” He did his best to speak calmly, emotionlessly.
There wasn’t time for this. The next game was fast approaching. He had to prepare for it. To learn more about the rest of the world. Anything besides sit and wait and believe Nightingale would return.
She hadn’t yet.
“Julie?” Small steps approached him from behind before short arms wrapped partially around him. “There, there. All better now.”
His heart warmed and he turned gradually, so as not to knock the child over. He gathered her carefully into his embrace. Hugging her gently to him.
“You always make everything better, you know that, don’t you? Just like your mama. Now it’s time for bed.”
Sparrow’s blue eyes sparkled in excitement. “Oh, story time! Tell me again how you met Mama.”
Uncle Julie chuckled a bit, walking back to her bed, setting her down tenderly before tucking her in.
“Again? Aren’t you tired of that one?”
Sparrow shook her head aggressively in the bed. “I miss Aunty, too. But she promised when she comes back, I’ll get to see Mama.”
Uncle Julian froze. “What did you say?”
“Story!” Sparrow squealed.
“No, Sparrow, not…” Uncle Julie heaved a sigh. Sparrow was too young to understand. He doubted she even knew what she was talking about.
He shifted, sitting warily on the bed next to her. He started up the story again. It was probably the hundredth time he had told it. “Once upon a time, there was a beautiful little rabbit with bright piercing eyes…”