Ever since I can remember now, I have been confined in this prison. My walls are solid and metallic, my ceiling is but four feet high and I barely fit when standing. Yet I am fed everyday by a small opening that is closed immediately after my food appears.
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Just to taunt me, my food often arrives alive. Although I would like to for-go the waste of time it is to catch and kill my erstwhile prey, despite my voracious hunger.
Recently though, they capturers have been displaying me images of people I have never seen before, by the order in which this pictures are projected into my prison, I have determined that there is special significance involving any person who is emblazoned with a STARS logo. Quite why I have no idea.
Maybe all will become apparent.
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More and more these images are appearing on my prison walls, whilst I eat, whilst I sleep, whilst I stand and whilst I sleep. For some reason I am shown another picture of a person. This person has blonde hair and black glasses on and is shown to be wearing a symbol which is identicle to the symbol adorning my prison. He seems friendly enough and is never portrayed with the same redlights the other images are.
I wonder who he is and why he has the same logo associated with him that i see on all four walls of this prison.
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I have been released, myself and others who were apparently imprisoned also have been released by the man with the blonde hair. We prisoners were all subjected to the same images apparently and according to this man, we are to accompany him to an island and help find the other people we saw from our confinement.
Everyone seems very agitated, this is possibly due to the fact that we have been couped up inside our jails for all this time.
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After arriving on the Island, we have discovered that the location we were meant to infiltrate has been attacked and almost destroyed.
Despite this we were still sent on our mission, apparently one of those other people we saw on our prison walls is right here in this complex. Thanks to the destruction of most of it, we can move around a great deal more freely. Most of us have gone underground to track this person down, the blonde haired man has decided to go alone into the front of the complex in order to find this person, whom he calls 'Chris'. A name that means nothing to myself, nor my fellow prisoners.
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After an hour of tracking and wandering around, I know where he is. Standing in a corridor just underneath the ventilation shaft I am in, I see him through the grating and I begin to feel myself burning with rage at this man. I can smell the stench of sweat of this being and notice that he is armed with a powerful weapon, the likes of which I have not seen before, but it has felled my fellow prisoners with swift abandon.
I decide to make my move and leap out onto this thing I see before me.
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I can feel myself slipping away, the damage is done and I know that I am destined to meet my brothers, my fellow prisoners, in the beyond. I did indeed attack the target, but I mis-timed my leap and he shot me in mid-air, just when I was aiming for his throat. I could almost taste the tender flesh and feel the arterial blood cascading onto my skin.
But my job is done, failed it may be, but I have served my purpose and know that the Blonde Man may be happy with us.
With my final breaths I think only of my brothers and am pround to be called the same as they are;
the hunters.
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Just to taunt me, my food often arrives alive. Although I would like to for-go the waste of time it is to catch and kill my erstwhile prey, despite my voracious hunger.
Recently though, they capturers have been displaying me images of people I have never seen before, by the order in which this pictures are projected into my prison, I have determined that there is special significance involving any person who is emblazoned with a STARS logo. Quite why I have no idea.
Maybe all will become apparent.
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More and more these images are appearing on my prison walls, whilst I eat, whilst I sleep, whilst I stand and whilst I sleep. For some reason I am shown another picture of a person. This person has blonde hair and black glasses on and is shown to be wearing a symbol which is identicle to the symbol adorning my prison. He seems friendly enough and is never portrayed with the same redlights the other images are.
I wonder who he is and why he has the same logo associated with him that i see on all four walls of this prison.
---
I have been released, myself and others who were apparently imprisoned also have been released by the man with the blonde hair. We prisoners were all subjected to the same images apparently and according to this man, we are to accompany him to an island and help find the other people we saw from our confinement.
Everyone seems very agitated, this is possibly due to the fact that we have been couped up inside our jails for all this time.
---
After arriving on the Island, we have discovered that the location we were meant to infiltrate has been attacked and almost destroyed.
Despite this we were still sent on our mission, apparently one of those other people we saw on our prison walls is right here in this complex. Thanks to the destruction of most of it, we can move around a great deal more freely. Most of us have gone underground to track this person down, the blonde haired man has decided to go alone into the front of the complex in order to find this person, whom he calls 'Chris'. A name that means nothing to myself, nor my fellow prisoners.
---
After an hour of tracking and wandering around, I know where he is. Standing in a corridor just underneath the ventilation shaft I am in, I see him through the grating and I begin to feel myself burning with rage at this man. I can smell the stench of sweat of this being and notice that he is armed with a powerful weapon, the likes of which I have not seen before, but it has felled my fellow prisoners with swift abandon.
I decide to make my move and leap out onto this thing I see before me.
---
I can feel myself slipping away, the damage is done and I know that I am destined to meet my brothers, my fellow prisoners, in the beyond. I did indeed attack the target, but I mis-timed my leap and he shot me in mid-air, just when I was aiming for his throat. I could almost taste the tender flesh and feel the arterial blood cascading onto my skin.
But my job is done, failed it may be, but I have served my purpose and know that the Blonde Man may be happy with us.
With my final breaths I think only of my brothers and am pround to be called the same as they are;
the hunters.
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