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ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ: ᴛʜᴇ 30 ᴜɴꜰᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟꜱ


In real world.

Buenos Aires.

In college there was a student who was reading physics texts.

"Hmm ... is it possibly for this formula ...?" Said the young man. He is Marcos, 24 years old. is a second year college student. "Hmm ... well, one more thing ... to write ..." he said, pulling out his cell phone but noticing a message that said something.

ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʟɪꜰᴇ?

Marcos was confused but he thought it would be spam, he doesn't give a damn so he answers the strange survey: Yes

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜰᴜɴ?

Marcos started laughing sarcastically as if saying * Yes of course *. He writes yes.

ᴍᴀʀᴄᴏꜱ ᴄᴏɴɢʀᴀᴛᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄɪᴘᴀɴᴛ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ 23.

Marcos was confused but out of nowhere his cell phone rings. Marcos was confused and when he selected to answer the call.

Ỹ̸̠͖̮͈̝͐͌ō̵̧͔̫̦̙̭̯̊̽͜͜͜u̸̙̝̎̈́͒̀̈ ̶̝̔̈a̸̧̅̒̎̇̽͊̉͘̕̚r̶̛̩̯̝̉͐̓̿̌ẽ̷̢̨̝̳̲̮̠͖̭̺ ̸̢̢̡̢͚͙̣̱͘a̴͖̭̦̝̦̤͙̻͒l̸̦͉̣̤͉̳̳̲̥̏̈́͜r̷̨̨̞̙̖͉̯̽̎́͘͠ȩ̸͈̜̀̽̚͝ą̸͎͇̰̠͓̦̗̿̇͗̌̅̕ď̶̥̪̆͘͝ͅy̸̡̨̱̙͐ ̴͇̣͉͓͚̬̰̟̹̑̌̇͂͌d̸͔͋̾̒e̵͙̬͉̟͍̘̿̓̍͌͐̈͐̆͜ą̸̡̼̝̑̓̍͐͋͋͒̎̓d̵̡͓̯̽̃̄

"What?".Marcos looks up where a piece of stone that has come off the roof hits the head, breaking the skull.

SPLAT !


In a field, a young man was herding the sheeps, riding a horse

"Come on! Move your shaggy butt!" the young man shouts. He is 15-year-old he is Stiven. He is a third grade high school student "god what a day ..." He said as he pulled out his cell phone and sees a strange notification

ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʟɪꜰᴇ?

stiven missed the message and missed the horse's reins to answer: Something

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀᴅʀᴇɴᴀʟɪɴᴇ?

Stiven smiled happily and replied that: yes

Sᴛɪᴠᴇɴ ᴄᴏɴɢʀᴀᴛᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄɪᴘᴀɴᴛ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ 25

Stiven looks confused and the phone rings on call and answers

Ỹ̸̠͖̮͈̝͐͌ō̵̧͔̫̦̙̭̯̊̽͜͜͜u̸̙̝̎̈́͒̀̈ ̶̝̔̈a̸̧̅̒̎̇̽͊̉͘̕̚r̶̛̩̯̝̉͐̓̿̌ẽ̷̢̨̝̳̲̮̠͖̭̺ ̸̢̢̡̢͚͙̣̱͘a̴͖̭̦̝̦̤͙̻͒l̸̦͉̣̤͉̳̳̲̥̏̈́͜r̷̨̨̞̙̖͉̯̽̎́͘͠ȩ̸͈̜̀̽̚͝ą̸͎͇̰̠͓̦̗̿̇͗̌̅̕ď̶̥̪̆͘͝ͅy̸̡̨̱̙͐ ̴͇̣͉͓͚̬̰̟̹̑̌̇͂͌d̸͔͋̾̒e̵͙̬͉̟͍̘̿̓̍͌͐̈͐̆͜ą̸̡̼̝̑̓̍͐͋͋͒̎̓d̵̡͓̯̽̃̄

."What the hell?" When Stiven said that the horse gets out of control and falls on top of him destroying his organs and taking his life

CRACK !

SPLAT !


Elsewhere.

Marcos wakes up panting. "What happened?"

"Ah we have another ..." said a person who is 40 years old. Marcos looks around where there are 29 people who are very confused. Some are young and others are older reaching 40. But they have different clothes. Marcos looks that he still has his backpack and his cell phone with 100% battery.

"Hey!" Shouts a man in an office suit knocking on the big door. "We want to go out!"

Marcos looks at the person that commented on earlier, "How did you say there are others?"

"Well ... I do not know what is happening must be that strange surveys that came to me on my cell phone?" The man answered sincerely. Marcos looks at the others who were on their cell phones trying to call the police.

Marcos looks around where it was like a church "What is this place?" He said studying the environment.

ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄɪᴘᴀɴᴛs

everyone looks up at the thick, husky voice.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴜɴʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴠᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴜɴꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱꜰᴜʟ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴜɴꜰᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏʀɪɴɢ ʟɪᴠᴇꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴄʜᴏꜱᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ; ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ.

A person appears who is tall and has a white coat and has a stone mask.

"Hey who are you!" One of the men yells.

"Hey come back to where we were!" Another man yells.

ɪ'ᴍ ᴀꜰʀᴀɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ᴅɪᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀɴ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴏʀ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟɪᴠᴇꜱ ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ᴇxɪꜱᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ. ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜꜱ

The god raises his hand invoking the 30 screens as if it were televisions.

WORK CONSTRUCTION ACCIDENT

MURDER OF A POLITICIAN TO QUICK FIRE

AMBUSHES OF TERRORISTS.

A STUDENT WAS TRAPPED.

A CRIMINAL WAS CRUSHED BY WALL.

A STUDENT WAS CRUSHED BY A CEMENT CONCRETE FROM HIS SCHOOL.

A SERIAL KILLER HAS FALLEN.

A PEDOPHILUS EXECUTED BY NEIGHBORS.

A THIEF WAS DROWNED BY AN ATTEMPT TO ESCAPE.

A YOUNG MAN WAS MURDERED BY HIS UNCONTROLLED HORSE.

A PRISON INMATE SUICIDE.

A DRUG DEALER HAS FALLEN.

All related to the types of deaths. Marcos put on a shocked expression when he saw his death, which was an accident. Marcos remembered that he was crushed by cement concrete destroying his brain.

Marcos looks around where people put expressions on shock, fear and horror.

ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴꜰᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴀᴛᴇꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱᴘᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ, ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ɢɪꜰᴛꜱ.

Out of nowhere 30 large bags appeared falling on the ground.

ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ʙᴀɢꜱ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪɴᴠᴇɴᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ꜱᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ. ɪᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ᴀ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ ʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ ᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʏᴘᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏɴɢ-ʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀʀᴍᴏʀ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ꜱᴋɪʟʟ. ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄɪᴘᴀɴᴛ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪʀᴄʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀɴ ᴏᴜᴛʟᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴡ ʟɪꜰᴇ.

"What's that?" Said another person.

"Where will he leave us?"

ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʀᴀɪɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴜᴛᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ, ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ ʀᴇɢᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ. ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ. ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ, ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟꜱ, ꜱᴏᴄɪᴏᴘᴀᴛʜꜱ, ᴘꜱʏᴄʜᴏᴘᴀᴛʜꜱ. ɪ ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴀʟʟɪᴇꜱ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ.

God begins to give an evil smile. "Participant number one ..." God was going to say the name.


Thanks for reading the preface. I leave you a notice where there must be 9 characters that would be good people. the requirement isage (from 15 to 40 years).Professions: (Police, students, Firefighter, criminal and etc)Personalities (Private message)Random weapon: (Just send me in private message).Random ability: (Just send me in private message)the characters are probably the antagonists.So we are going to recruit Oc characters. leave the comments and say."I participate"