Each of you start in a building. This building is on an island in the Pacific, one of the Hawaiian islands, and is a private place. You were all gathered because of your uniqueness. Each of you is special in some way- or because you were the only one gullible enough to fall for the foreign exchange, cruise ship, or getting kidnapped lives they feed you. Let's see what that gullible specialness does when mixed together, Hmm?
(Sorry, something happened that made the last chapter act weird. So I made this new version. Care to try again?)
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Dead Zone
General FictionNicholas Flammel died, leaving all of his alchemical work behind for his son. When his son misread an ingredient in Nicholas' spell to create the Philosophers stone, The spell worked, and he was ecstatic. Then he hid. Now it is the modern day, peop...
