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ET: Squid Game Survivors

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XxMissSwagdripxX wrote:
I decided not to go back to squid game, instead i called my friend to eat bibimbap with me. she looked at me with concern in her eyes and wondered where i had gone. I said yoloswag let’s go to keemchi by kimchistan, i’m craving bibimbap. She said ok. So we walked and walked, I couldn’t tell Rosetta my homie about my absolutely horrifying experience in that strange place so instead we focused on getting to the location, fast forward we arrived at the bibimbap place keemchi by kimchistan that was small and neat. I ordered beef aka bulgogi bibimbap and then rosetta got chicken bibimbap with a soda on the side it was mega expensive but it is what it is my homies, outside my keemchi by kimchistan i saw the mega handsome superstar smirky man again playing that paper card game with a stranger, but i couldn’t care less. Let’s rate the bibimbap instead, it was delicious and much better than the egg and bread i got inside that facility with the large piggybank, however i did spot a cutie in there, i think her number was 067 hopefully she survives, she looked tough so it’s likely yes yes end of keemchi by kimchistan journey I’m still poor, still in debt but i guess I’m alive yoloswag bye reader have a nice day

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XxMissSwagdripxX wrote:
Don’t ask me how she could have looked at me during the call, maybe we facetimed

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encrede wrote:
who is hosting this event i cant tell

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encrede wrote:

Misjel wrote:
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this is a great story very realistic, based on true events im sure

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Laboratory wrote:

encrede wrote:
who is hosting this event i cant tell

oh heyyyyyyyyyyy good point

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Angelica wrote:
Also @Limited because i bet you would wanna join this

oooo u know me so well @Angelica

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Laboratory wrote:

Limited wrote:

Angelica wrote:
Also @Limited because i bet you would wanna join this

oooo u know me so well @Angelica

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liv wrote:
My daughter has been acting strange. Ever since her return, her skin looks paler and her eyes look darker. She won’t speak to me. She was on a walk, she claims. A long walk. “What are those scratches, then?” I often think to myself. Although I never say it, I want her to tell me. I want my daughter to talk to me. She sits in her room and stares at nothing. She stares at her empty white wall for hours it seems. I watch her as I’m cooking, cleaning, dancing. “Hey, wanna go for a walk?” I cheerfully ask. This is the first time she’s looked at me in the eye since her arrival, “No, eomma,” she says softly. What is wrong with my daughter? When I walk in the room she jumps as if she’s afraid, as if she’s paranoid, as if I’m going to hurt her. I would never hurt her. “Come share some Jjajangmyeon with me.” I pat the empty seat on the floor next to me. I’ve been eating alone for days, has she even been eating? I feel like a bad mother for not making sure my daughter is eating, but she won’t even look at me. I admit I’ve snooped through her things. It’s hard because she’s always home these days but when she hops in the shower, I go in her room. I feel like a bad mother for going in her room. I look and look until I find a tiny card with shapes and numbers. She hid it well, I’ve been in here looking for answers for almost a week and never did I see it. Unless she just placed it here. Did she want me to find it? What is this silly little card? I hate that I don’t know what it means. I hear a creak on the floor. I look. It’s my daughter. She caught me standing with this card between my fingers. She simply smiles. My daughter has been acting strange.

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Laboratory wrote:

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Annie wrote:
i want that set.

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I've never really thought I'd be the type of person to turn down an oppertunity that big or that life-changing before. A prize that big, that could pay off my debts and then five times as much, and all I had to do was play some stupid kids games.

Here I am, living on the streets and running from debt collectors. My family can't and won't find me- they refused to even acknowlage my existance when I did see them. My daughter never returns my calls. My son directly declins them. I can't find a job, barely even any temp work. I'm sick almost constantly, and always in some sort of pain.

And there it was, the solution to all my problems. Get slapped around by some guy, get a weird card, catch a ride and suddenly I have the chance to win billions. All that was asked of me was to put my pathetic life on the line and follow instructions. And I left.

Now, along with perminant hunger and shivering bones, everytime I close my eyes I see the hundreds of bodies pile up at the front gate in green and red. I keep telling myself to try and go back, try and win. I have nothing to lose, right?

There's this weird, foreign voice in me, however, that stops me.

What kind of father would I be? I'm bad enough as is, but I can't imagine their faces when they find out their dad threw his life for money like he always did- this time it just killed him. I'd rather starve on the streets knowing at least I tried to get my life back together like everyone else instead of standing by and watching hundreds more people die at the hands of money and desperation. I think at this point that's all I have left.

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djinn wrote:
Question: do you have to specifically mention who it is? Is it ok if it's vague and doesn't mention a gender/name??

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Laboratory wrote:

djinn wrote:
Question: do you have to specifically mention who it is? Is it ok if it's vague and doesn't mention a gender/name??

Not at all, you can keep it super vague!

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djinn wrote:
She was right: going back to life as we knew it, before the game, was hell. When I had a home to go to, the bills would just pile up. But when you had to beg for food to barely get by, it wasn't even living. I was so disgusted with myself and people like me that I eventually tried to hang myself. That's why I accepted the second invitation.

It came less than a month after we escaped that first massacre and a week after my suicide attempt. But it wasn't like the first. This time it was different. Maybe it was my military background that got me in. I'll never know, but being a Triangle was better than participating in those games. Every time I join one, I feel like I'm in a slaughterhouse. My job is simple. Disqualified scum get shot. Then clean up. It gives me purpose and order. My life had no order to it before. Only back in the day when I was young and still capable. Some days I'm even proud to do it. At least that's what I tell myself. I'm getting rid of other scum just like me.

Still, I feel like my days are numbered. I can't really pinpoint why. Perhaps it's just seeing bloodshed every day. Or maybe it's the way the Squares interact with me. Either way, if you work in a place like this, your days are certainly numbered.

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Laboratory wrote:
boop

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Laboratory wrote:
bump !!!
cmon ppl don't b shy

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