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Run on Shadow's Edge

Forensic Jorge Velez is on the heels of a series of murders but the events unfolding may have already happened. His team found intertwined events, unusual evidences, strange disappearances, time lapses, and feeling of 'deja vu'. In order for them to truly find out what is happening they literally need to run towards the shadow's edge and fell 150 meters below. -------- Did he just walk inside a top secret military program? Where is Dr. Molina? What is his purpose in inviting him? The electric noise was literally raising all the hair on his arms. There were sudden huge sparks that could literally fry and it randomly  hit the floor and the tall ceiling above. What is this place? There is something massive going on and he needed to understand what this is all about. "Impressed?" A man behind him asked. It was Dr. Molina. He removed his goggles and grabbed Jorge's arms. "I could see you are in a confused state. Come inside the briefing room." Confused is an underestimation. Jorge was literally in a state of shock. Inside the briefing room, Jorge's hand was trembling as he drank a glass of water together with his medication. He needed something to calm himself down. The voices he heard in his radio, the message from Colonel Riva, and this massive thing in front of him is just too much to process in the blink of an eye. He needed to slow down. "What's going on?" Jorge's asked as Dr. Molina pore over the result of many of his experiments. "What you see is what you get Jorge. It's the real deal. A time machine." Jorge felt his breathing stopped. He heard it loud and clear. A T-I-M-E machine.

ags2020b · Khoa huyễn
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What's in the Game?

Luck wasn't Mike's name when he gambled his money on the crap table inside the casino. He could see people hitting the jackpot at the table next to him, and he felt jealous as his losses keep mounting up. He was unable to keep track of the number of times he was dealt with bad dice. He wanted to take a seat at one of the lucky tables, but each one of them was full. He tried standing up for a while, loosening a bit, walking back and forth, any strategy to let the string of bad luck go away.

He relieved himself inside the comfort room and cracked his tired neck to loosen up the stretched nerves. As he whistled an old tune, he heard a woman's voice laughing inside one of the cubicles. He stopped, and the voice also stopped. A few seconds later, it spoke to him again.

"You will lose everything," said the old woman. It was quite faint, but he could hear her voice clearly.

Mike cleared his throat. He zipped his pants and tried to listen in one of the closed cubicles.