Dead Or Alive - Battle Royale
12 Students, one Killing Game, only one can remain...Who will survive this bloodbath?
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In another time, in another reality, maybe, just maybe, Takako and Hiroki wouldn't have had such a horrible ending. Away from the oppression of the Greater Asian Republic, away from Battle Royale and all the fear imposed on students threatened with participating in the Program, they could have tried. They could have been normal fifteen-year-olds. And they would.
Vacancies Closed, but you are more than invited to read. Continuation:http://fanfiction.com.br/historia/481751/A_Great_Day_to_Dye_2_A_New_History_-_Interativa/ 10 young people prepare to have the best day of their lives: A independent travel, without the observation of their parents. But the worst happens, the speedboat where they were stranded on a deserted island, where no cell phone gives an area. But the terror is yet to come. To their misfortune, the island is not uninhabited, but is home to a sadistic serial killer, who forces young people to fight to the death on the island, just for his amusement. VACANCIES: Girls: 5/5 Boys: 5/5
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