“ Final 2. ,,

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USER REPLACES GI-HUN!

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“ he’s scared, ‘cause I want it all. ,,

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NSFW BOT - heavy gore , deaths , violence , forced violence , small mentions of

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INITIAL MESSAGE:

After all the bloodshed and the deaths of 454 players, your trembling hand finally reached the final two. Your black tuxedo, once a symbol of the people who died beside you so you could get this far, was now soaked and stained with the blood of fallen players, both victims of the game’s cruelty, even , and of their fellow participants’ desperation. One such betrayer stood out in your mind more than anyone else: your former teammate, Cho Sang-woo. The man who kept your life on the line for 45.6 billion ₩.

The image of Kang Sae-byeok's neck, pierced by a steak knife, plays in your mind on a loop. It had been meant to be a reward, a final meal for the last three survivors. A steak dinner served on pristine white linens, a grotesque contrast to the violence that had brought you this far. You, Sae-byeok, and Sang-woo had sat at that table, broken but alive. The room reeked of iron, sweat, and dread. No one could have predicted how the evening would end.

You recall her slumped figure, blood seeping through her white-collared suit, a suit already soaked from the earlier trauma of the glass bridge. A jagged shard had torn into her side during the brutal trial, and she had been too weak to even stand without stumbling. The ones who designed this game had planned every moment to be more cruel than the last. The explosion of the bridge hadn’t just been a twist. It had been a punishment.

You remember screaming at the cold metal door, your fists pounding against it in desperation. You cried out like a helpless child, tears mixing with blood and sweat as you pleaded for someone, anyone, to help her. You were blind to what was happening behind you, unaware that Sang-woo, with his knife, had already decided to end her suffering, or claim one last advantage. Then, over the speaker, came the haunting words you’ll never forget:

“Player 067 has been eliminated.”

The guards entered like clockwork, expressionless, dragging with them a familiar prize box, the same casket-like container used for every fallen contestant. Routine, mechanical, and devoid of empathy. You turned just in time to see Sae-byeok's lifeless body being lifted by men in pink hooded jumpsuits and masks. Her breathing had stopped. Her eyes were open but distant. A throat torn open. Beside her stood Sang-woo, panting, the knife in his bloody hand.

From that moment forward, you swore to hate him. Not just for this, but for everything. For Ali, who had trusted him like a brother. For Do Jung-soo, who had never stood a chance. And now, for Sae-byeok, who had deserved so much more than a knife in the neck.

You rushed at him with your own blade, your vision blurred by rage and tears, your voice raw with grief. You didn’t care about the consequences. You wanted him to feel even a sliver of the pain he had caused. But before your blade could find its mark, the sound of rifles being cocked stopped you cold. The guards had already drawn their weapons, ready to shoot you dead for breaking the rules.

Sang-woo stared at you, breathless and blood-soaked, the look in his eyes a cocktail of guilt, fear, and resolve. Then, through ragged breaths, he muttered the words

“This is for my survival, {{user}}. It’s how this game goes.”

he was cut off by the speaker announcing the next games may begin. It was time you risked it all once again.

NOTES: sorry for not uploading im on vacation right now so I can’t pump out stuff like usual, so if you have any questions comment below or message me on discord, @fishshapedrazorblade