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FortuneCraft in Apocalypse Revenge
"Come inside, please," Gabriel asked with joy. He thought that Draven had forgiven him. He decided to make Draven his friend, so he started to try hard to impress him."Would you like to eat something?" He asked Draven curiously."Anything you like?" Draven replied as he wanted Gabriel to get comfortable with him.As Gabriel went inside the kitchen to grab something to eat, Draven was looking around the house. He thought in his mind that he was living in such a good place that this place looked terrible to him. He suddenly saw a decoration piece and laughed there as it was the same one that he threw out because he found it too cheap.He was so amazed to see that his life had changed so much that he had become careless over these small things, which he used to admire a lot when he was poor.In a moment, Gabriel came out of the kitchen with a glass of regular cold drink in his hand.He tried to give the drink to Draven."Oh, sorry... I don't drink regular cold drinks. It's not good for
FortuneCraft in Apocalypse Business
His legs were trembling as he stood in front of the locker."Oh my God! What is the passcode? He asked himself with a cracking voice.He was unable to think of anything in this situation. He decided to try something random so he entered a passcode of four zeros into the locker but the locker didn't open."What should I do now?" he asked himself in severe nervousness.He tried to shake herself in order to think of something. In the meantime he tried another passcode but it also didn't work.He suddenly came up with something. He cracked down the name Draven in numbers and entered it into the locker. Surprisingly, the locker opened.As the locker opened Draven received notification on his phone that the locker had opened. He quickly rushed into the room and caught Gabriel redhanded.As Draven saw Gabriel in his room he began to yell and in a few seconds everyone gathered in the room."What were you trying to do?" Draven yelled at Gabriel as he was very furious. His face turned red as he
FortuneCraft in Apocalypse School
Draven woke up with a banging headache and realized that he was in his room. He tried to remember what had happened the previous night but not much was going on. Sure, he’d made a lot of friends, but he couldn’t even remember them. He only knew Mikey, and that was because the guy was all over him. Groaning, Draven rolled out of bed and dragged himself to the kitchen. He felt heavy with his dead weight that seemed to drag him down every step of the way. By the time he reached the kitchen, he was breathing heavily. Draven turned the water in the sink on and bent his head under the running water. He stayed there for a few minutes until his eyes cleared. When his head became less heavy and he could breathe properly, Draven withdrew from the sink and turned it off.“Mommy, I don’t want to go to school!"Drawn cringed and reflexively turned towards the sound. He hated that their children made so much noise every morning before they went to school and evening when they were back. He had con
FortuneCraft in Apocalypse Darkness
He started first by going to the route that he had gone with Leo yet no matter how Draven tried, he couldn’t find the place. He sneaked around the bar that they were indebted to and ended up in a completely different room. He tried too hard to remember the route too, but all he knew was that he and Leo were drunk and they had run around a bunch of places. They finally ended up on a street and then suddenly into the field. Now that he was searching for that field and not finding it, he tried to recall Leo’s last words. Nothing came to mind, except the silly words on the letter. Those words were engraved in his brain, partly because he had suffered a great deal and was very awake when he read them. That must have been the reason he couldn’t remember what Leo said last about the game. Draven stopped in the middle of nowhere. He looked around and tried to recall the environment and where he had come from. His mind was just so muddled by so many ideas and imaginations that he was unable t
FortuneCraft in Apocalypse Wake Up Now
It was his splitting headache that woke him up. It was torture to move his head even for a little bit. It pounded ferociously, like he had offended the thunder god or whatever he’s called and he’s using his hammer to pound the shit out of his brain. That was how he felt. For a long minute, all he could feel and think about was the pain in his head. Remembering what had caused that pain was not hard, but it was in itself a painful memory. Was the Indian man’s fist so heavy that it felt like he was fucking paralyzed?He started to move and then froze. He wasn’t sure where he was but he was certain that one shouldn’t move if kidnapped. That was exactly what happened to him—he was kidnapped off the streets and taken to god knows where. The next thing to do was stay really still and get to understand his environment. Draven stayed very still and opened his eyes slowly. It was dark, stuffy, and tight. He couldn’t move several parts of his body because they felt stiff and tight, especially h
FortuneCraft in Apocalypse Imagination...
Before Draven could even start laying out his problems, the man turned and left. He just made his statement and left, not even giving him one more glance of interest. Draven didn’t understand one bit what was going on and why these people were so hell bent that he was this person they were searching for. He expected that the leader would especially know his client but it looked like he too was kept in the dark. The big brute smiled down at him and brought a cold bucket of water, his intent bright in his eyes.“No… no… no…”His pleas were futile. The man poured water on him, stretching it out so it would become a painful point and not just cold water. Draven shivered violently afterwards. His clothes were soaked to his skin and the room was dark and cold. He was soon left alone, not given food or water for many hours.Draven didn’t even know if it was hours or days that had passed. He moved in and out of consciousness, waking only just so they poured him cold water just as his clothes
FortuneCraft in Apocalypse Dangerous
Draven had second thoughts by the time they started preparing him for dinner. It was crazy. He didn’t know what he did to deserve being dressed in a suit and shoes and led down the hall to the dinner place. Outside it was dark when they led him out. He didn’t know if it was midnight or mid-morning, since these people were crazy enough to let him believe anything. It felt like he’d been in there for days, and the worst part of it was that he still didn’t know.They took him inside a bigger room this time. It was a long hall full of food and goodies. It looked like he was in a castle full of thugs and criminals. There were several round tables in the room occupied by three or four persons. When Draven looked around for an exit, he saw the Schivoka waving at him to join them. He walked towards him with the realization that this might be the last time he would be alive. There was no saving himself. This place was just one room that had one fucking exit. He would die in here, not knowing
FortuneCraft in Apocalypse The Game
The guards leading him outside stayed far behind him. They were giving him privacy to cry about the last hours before his death, which was absurd. What was the next thing they would do now, cry on his grave after they had buried him? He didn’t understand their ethics and mode of conduct, which was why he found it weird. The handymen had tattoos and rough edges while the most respected leader was white and plain to the eye. He probably had a family outside. A wife, two children, maybe a girlfriend too, who knows? They would all be oblivious to his lifestyle because he had the humor of a gangster. He knew how to keep it under wraps, but for how long? That was the problem with shady business. It would always come out, no matter how long you held on to its secrecy.“He’s not my business,” Draven murmured to himself.They were still on the ground of the house, but he ached to go further. He was sure that this place was a big, big field that had two gates. One should be in the east and the
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