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I Survived The Twin Towers

We Who Survived The Sky

They say, although you never really know how reliable 'they' are, that over five million people go missing every year and are never heard from again. Is that worldwide? America only? I never cared enough to pay attention, because as far as I was concerned, it had nothing to do with me. No one I know has ever disappeared, and the odds say that no one I ever know ever will. There's more people who live in New York City than that, and I've never even been to New York City, much less lived there. I don't know anyone who has. Besides. There's so many more pressing matters to think about. I never have the sort of free time I need to think that, really, I'm playing a lottery with crappy odds I didn't ask to play in. Every single person I know is another entry every year, and first prize is ending up among those people that lose someone who never reappears. Sooner or later, there's a lot of people who win the grand prize jackpot they didn't know they were competing for. At seventeen the state of Oregon doesn't think I'm ready for the cut-throat world of scratch tickets and guessing lottery numbers. Turns out there's some lotteries out there that you don't need to play to win. Some people see their numbers on the television, some people have to wrestle them back from enthusiastic shop owners, and then some people take the scenic route from the bus stop and run into a wall of light and weightlessness halfway home. I grew up in a little town in the Pacific Northwest that's never been in any movies, and I hit the jackpot at seventeen years old.
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Tower of Sacrifices

亗 Tower of Sacrifices “This Tower doesn’t test your strength. It tests what you’re willing to become.” One day, the doors opened. No one knew why. No one knew by whom. But 500 were chosen—dragged into a Tower that breathes like a god, shifts like a dream, and feeds on hope. Among them: A father. A daughter. And a promise made at the front door: “Stay close to me.” Each floor redefines what it means to survive. A plunge into water with creatures lurking below. A silent scream beneath falling lava. A hallway where your number means your death. “Just pray that we survive…” But the Tower is not just a test. It’s an altar. And every altar demands sacrifice. At the Fifth Floor, the gods descend— Not to rule. Not to save. But to play. “You have successfully passed the first floor.” “More sacrifices are coming.” They are not above us. They are trapped with us. Bound by the will of the Ten Great Gods, these lesser deities form twisted pacts with mortals. Because in this Tower, humans are nothing without gods—and gods are nothing without humans. Together, they climb. Together, they suffer. Together… they become something else. “Are we slaves?” “Or maybe animals are better than them sometimes.” This is not a game. It’s a ritual with no exit. 亗 Tower of Sacrifices is a dark fantasy about survival, control, and godhood at the edge of sanity. A tale where the blood isn't just spilled— It’s remembered. ᓚᘏᗢ Add it to your collection now. ^_^ Power Stones feed the next floor. ⟡ Presented to you by [Studio Zenith] ⟡ ⟡ Written by: PLAGUE_INC ⟡ ⟡ Cleaned by: PLAGUE_INC ⟡ ⟡ Edited by: PLAGUE_INC ⟡ ⟡ Bled onto the page by: PLAGUE_INC ⟡ 亗 Every floor has its maker. This one bears his name.
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