They say you can never truly leave the Black Market—once its shadows touch you, they're in your blood for good. I thought I'd escaped. I thought I was free. But fate, it seems, has a twisted sense of humor. I'm back in the game I swore I'd never play again.
Bloodsticks. The game that cost me everything.
It might look like just a way to pass the time, a bit of fun for the unsuspecting. But Bloodsticks is no ordinary game. It's a trap, a snare that pulls you in and refuses to let go. The rules may be simple, but the consequences? Let's just say they're anything but.
I spent years trying to forget the feeling of rolling those cursed sticks, hearing them snap as they hit the ground, that fleeting moment of hope before it all falls apart. But now, I've been dragged back to dig up the past and uncover the twisted history of this damned game. And there's no saying no.
So here I am, back in the shadows, surrounded by secrets and lies, trying to trace where it all began. But the more I uncover, the clearer it becomes: Bloodsticks isn't just a game—it's a weapon. A tool wielded by those in power to control, manipulate, and destroy.
As I peel back the layers of deception, I can't help but wonder: am I the hunter, or am I the prey? In this game, the lines blur, and it's hard to tell who's playing who.
If you're considering joining me on this journey, be warned. Bloodsticks isn't for the faint of heart. It's a dark, twisted path that will test you in ways you can't imagine. But if you're brave enough—or foolish enough—to follow me, I promise you one thing: it's going to be one hell of a ride.
In the end, it's not about winning or losing. It's about survival.
And in Bloodsticks, that's the hardest game of all.
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