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A story I wrote : The Currept Bloodbath Final Version: 1.5 Ohh… This was the biggest mistake in my dear life. I was 21 years old when I thought of going to the “Mc Islands” for my birthday, not knowing that I was in freakin’ danger. My family and I went to the island with just a camera, only to record my own loss—the loss that caused my family to die. We were happy and celebrating the night with tender coconuts. It was special because the coconuts were a rare species that appeared only on rare occasions. Midnight passed, and we went to sleep in a D.I.Y. camp that we had built using the trash floating around. My family went missing. I was scared because I didn’t know how to live properly. I was a couch potato who weighed only 230 pounds. I went searching, but it was too dark. I took a stick and made a torch, which barely gave me enough light to see the things around me. Suddenly, it started raining—but it was not regular rain. It was blood. Thudddh!! I heard something behind me and saw the head of my fiancée. It… it was her. She was dead, and it made me scared. “They are all dead,” I thought. But then, I heard a scream. It was not actually a scream. It… it was a roar—a growl. No kind of animal that had ever lived had made that sound. It was the Bloodbath. The Bloodbath began bleeding out blood, and suddenly, a kind of beam—which was actually vomit—came out. It vomited its organs. It reached me, and the pixelation was gone, but not Gojira. Its vomit killed me. I woke up, only to realise that it was a reapeatation. I rushed towards my boat and heard the noise. It was huge and stood across the entire island. I went halfway towards home, realising that the Bloodbath was approaching. The boat’s fuel ran out. The wind was not real—it was unreal. The wind turned red against the dark background, and then the Bloodbath reached me. I don’t accept defeat often, but now I do. I took a bottle of beer and drank it. My boat melted, but I didn’t die. Gojira then released its final move. It went and threw all its organs and stood like “the Honoured One.” I died… Only to wake up from my “ADHD” treatment. I had been in a stupid coma. In rage, I woke up too fast, and there stood my fiancée, holding a gun. She had been cheating on me and hesitated to pull the trigger. I understood and directly pulled the trigger on myself, just to be thankful for the dream, which really made me wake up and realise my failure. Used no ai , only made by me ^^ fully fictional
