The Lives. (a life smp fanfiction)

The Games Begin.

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watchers

A mystical creature, covered head to toe in purple.

The games, a way for the watchers to feed on peoples sobs and despair.

And the Winners. 

3rd life.. The sun.

Last life.. The stars

Double life.. The moon

&

Limited Life.. Mars.

Soon they shall strike again.. once more brought into the games of pain for their yearly feeding off of the agony and fear of the poor painstaken players taken in by these brutal creatures tortured and put through the pain of losing their allies and going insane.  

Every player, soon haunted by their curse. 

The curse of binding, which leads to the worst.

Binded to which are the borders of this world.

No area free of their eyes. 

The stars, haunting as they align.

Leaving them speechless with just a lighting strike.

Their allies fall, as well as the numbers.

Green.

Then Yellow.

then red.

A life on a timer.

Put your life in their hands.

For all you know, they could make you a psychopath. 

Make you go crazy, in an early red frenzy.

Kill off the red king and his army.

Blood smeared on the ground. 

As the final bow is drawn.

But not only one.

4 little bows. 4 little swords.

All put together.

On a podium of glass and stone.

a place they call spawn

where they break off into their own.

They Find their alliances.

And break into monopoly's.

Those monopoly's turn to wars and enemies.

Your not you. 

their not themselves.

Their tied to strings being used as puppets.