Survival of the fittest. That’s the slogan of our world. Here, the only reason to exist is to be useful. Create. In my world, you can’t slack off, take breaks, or anything. It’s just sleep, work. Sleep, work. In an endless cycle. Every year there is a test that you are required to take, no matter what age you are. It’s a test that’s about designing realistic structures, how smart you are, and your general usefulness, so that the world can be rid of the useless part of the more-than-full population. Those who pass get to survive, but those who don’t… that’s a completely different story. For the unlucky souls who don’t fit into this cycle, they are taken to a place where they encounter the Pura, shadowy beasts with barely any humanity left in them. Rumors say that they have a serum injected into them when they begin initiation, which takes away their feelings, emotions, and anything human away from them, piece by piece. They reside in the Hook, which is an area unlike any other place in my world. The skies are filled with black, ominous clouds, and it’s been said that they rain boiling oil. This place, the Hook, is where I’m going soon.
This is the beginning of a story that I'm making, this is just the introduction. I was inspired to post my stories on Scratch by the wonderful @Cinderpelt3303, who is working on a story of theirs calles Paint Me With Your Thoughts, which you should check out!
