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Life or Death. My life for the past 10 years. Stuck in a game I chose to play. You can play it safe, you can adventure, you could fight bosses. I, as a beta tester had been on the verge of death far more than I would like to admit. Then, a blessing. Skeleton NPCs showed up and took guard, allowing me to sleep through the night without worrying someone would try to kill me.
Then… The game was beat. And we all started to wake, at least those of us who were still alive. My sister and her
?friends? ?lovers? allowed me to stay and recover. Just why are they so mean? Why do I get blamed for random things?
I go to my required therapy. I am doing my best to become accustomed to my new reality. So whats going- oh whatever. For ten years I’ve been close to death, this is just a new obstacle…Or Alternative Summary
Mc was trapped in a life or death game for 10 years, survived and entered the classic, moving in with a sister/friend and their lovers who they lie too, and deceive. and hate my guts based off those liesBookmarked by Alisa10102
10 Feb 2026
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It’s been a while since the cataclysm started.
The Intruder, knows his only purpose: to kill, and bring his victims to Her. One night he met the Hermit and realize his purpose might change.Bookmarked by Alisa10102
03 Feb 2026
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“There is a collar,” it says, “in the bottom drawer of your nightstand. But you never owned a dog-”
The junction between its thumb and index, long enough to loop entirely around the faded ring of welts below your Adam’s apple.
“-did you?”Bookmarked by Alisa10102
30 Jan 2026
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Varang knew obsession intimately.
She knew it in the way she was drawn to fire, its flickering flames calling to her, pulling her closer even as it threatened to burn her. She knew it in the way it consumed her waking thoughts and haunted her restless sleep, ever since it had first claimed her that fateful day, leaving an indelible, scorching mark on her.
She knew it in the hollows of her palms, still humming with the memory of heat, and in the nightmares that left her trembling not from fear, but from the cruel ache of craving what had already devoured her.
Varang traced the delicate, unfamiliar lines of Neytiri's features, features usually distorted in fierce fury directed solely at her, but now slack and peaceful in repose. And she knew obsession in the way she controlled the uncontrollable, bending the wild, untamed force to her will, wielding it as no other of her people had ever dared to. As even the sky people, who believed they had mastered its power, couldn't.
But this woman, this Neytiri, had ignited a different kind of flame within her, an obsession equally consuming and dangerous.
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Varang becomes obsessed with Neytiri and decides to court her to be her mate.
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28 Jan 2026
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“You’re not walking away from this,” Jake said, quiet and certain.
“Neither are you.”
The ground beneath them groaned.
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“You still gonna kill me,” Quaritch asked from the darkness, “or can we focus on the issue at hand?”
Jake tightened his grip on the knife. “Talk. Tell me what you can assess.”
A pause. Then, grudgingly: “Fell maybe forty feet. Can’t see the opening. Air’s not great. Chemical.”
Another sound rolled through the cave, stone shifting, settling.
Jake cursed under his breath. “Truce. Until we get out.”
“And then?”
“Then we finish what we started.”
“Fair enough.”
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Jake Sully’s hunt for Quaritch ends when both men are dragged underground by a collapsing forest, trapped deep beneath Pandora in a cave system that does not forgive mistakes. Injured, hunted, and running out of air, they’re forced into a fragile truce built on necessity rather than trust.
Survival means cooperation. Cooperation means proximity. And proximity means confronting what hatred, memory, and choice actually cost, long before either of them gets the chance to walk away.
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26 Jan 2026