Lucian searched around the contents of the island, there has to be some way to leave these gods forsaken lands. People are dying in some weird twisted games of chance and we are slowly being manipulated by some sort of crazed psychopath bent on destroying the far reaches of our minds. That man in the white mask is present at everything and this seems to be some game of his. Does he enjoy watching us struggle in tormented attempts at survival? Does he find joy in our follies and pain? Who is this man? And why has he chosen us specifically for the games?
I don't know but I can' afford to die here, not without having figured out the true meaning of this treacherous island and its mysterious benefactor. Lucian cut throw the thicket of the forest with monstrous steps as he tried to make his way through. The forest was alive with the citizens of the trees and beings of the ground. Maybe there would be something worthwhile to find. Though granted there was no way to tell except to look.
Digging through the trees, Lucian searched for some fruit hoping to come across something to nourish his body. He had seen some of the bright red and yellows that had dotted the trees. Even some with more exotic colors. He hoped he wasn't poisoning himself in the process.
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