Ruined Genocide

°•♤Name:Oakley

°•♤Age:19

°•♤I am a graphic designer in college,who dabbles in writing here and there.

°•♤About the Blog;I've decided to create a tumblr blog themed around my AU "RUINED GENOCIDE", the story takes place in the future 20XX,where our main character Rose discovers there is more to her world that meets the eyes. The story will have 10 endings, all achievable by the players(you) actions. Throughout the story,I will post mini chapters of lore.

°•♤Content warning,This blog will cover topics such as:

°Character death

°Mental health(Hints of depression, or in monster terms "falling down. But nothing detailed or extreme)

°Slight gore

°Violence

°Troubled pasts

°Starvation

☆FAQ WILL BE UPDATED AS PLEASED☆

☆IMPORTANT LINKS☆

https://www.tumblr.com/ruined-genocide/732911397520982016/the-story

In front of you was a simple, wooden oak door with a golden knob. Engraved in its metal was the letter AL. Grasping the knob gently, you open it and step in. Revealing a long hallway with rows of doors on either end. The hallway was almost as plain as the door. With a small desk with a cheap tacky fruit basket. And a half melted lit candle to light your path.

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*In front of you was a simple, wooden oak door with a golden knob. Engraved in its metal was the letter AL. Grasping the knob gently, you open it and step in. Revealing a long hallway with rows of doors on either end. The hallway was almost as plain as the door. With a small desk with a cheap tacky fruit basket. And a half melted lit candle to light your path.*

What do you do?

>Explore

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨?

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🕯️𝔒𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔲𝔭𝔬𝔫 𝔞 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢…𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤, 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔤𝔬…𝔱𝔴𝔬 𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔶. ℌ𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔐𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰. 𝔗𝔬𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔞 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔡𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔬 𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔬𝔴𝔫. 𝔉𝔬𝔯 𝔡𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔢, 𝔟𝔬𝔱𝔥 𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯. 𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔢…𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔱-𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡. ℌ𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔤𝔞𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔴 𝔥𝔲𝔫𝔤𝔯𝔶 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔭𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯, 𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔠 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔬𝔴𝔫. 𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔰𝔱. 𝔐𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔤𝔞𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔤𝔬 𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔭𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔠 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪. ℌ𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔰 𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔦𝔫𝔳𝔬𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔬𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔟𝔢𝔤𝔞𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔯. ℑ𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔰𝔫'𝔱 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔴𝔞𝔯 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔞𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔢𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔡𝔬𝔪.

𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔡 𝔬𝔫 𝔟𝔬𝔱𝔥 𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔰, 𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔰𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢. 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔢𝔣𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔳𝔞𝔦𝔫. 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔯 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔢𝔡 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔥𝔰, ℌ𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔠𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔢. 𝔎𝔫𝔬𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔠 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔡𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔦𝔡𝔩𝔶. 𝔄𝔰 𝔞 𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔬𝔯𝔱, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔱𝔬 𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱. 𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔰 𝔦𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔢𝔵𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔡…𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱. ℭ𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔭𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔯, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔰𝔬𝔬𝔫 𝔟𝔢𝔤𝔞𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔣𝔞𝔡𝔢. 𝔖𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔴𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔰. 𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔪 𝔐𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔩𝔲𝔯𝔨 𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔰. 𝔄𝔴𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔡𝔬𝔪.

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔡 𝔰𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔰 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔯𝔶. ℌ𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔭𝔞𝔭𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫 𝔭𝔞𝔤𝔢. 𝔜𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔦𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔢, 𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔯 𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔞 𝔡𝔲𝔩𝔩 𝔠𝔬𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔢 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫. ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔯. 𝔄𝔩𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔰 𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯. 𝔖𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔯𝔬𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔦𝔯 𝔞𝔰 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫 𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔩𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔦𝔯. 𝔉𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔲𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔣𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔞𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔶. "𝔊𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔪𝔞 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔨..𝔡𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔶 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔢?" ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔞𝔰𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔩𝔶, 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔡. "𝔒𝔣 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶'𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤." "𝔅𝔲𝔱…𝔦𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔫'𝔱 𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡?" ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔡, 𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔲𝔯𝔤𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔣𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔥 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔞𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔯𝔲𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔦𝔯 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰. "𝔍𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔫'𝔱 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔡𝔬𝔢𝔰𝔫'𝔱 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔫 𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔰𝔫𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩…" 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔶 𝔣𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔡 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔱 𝔱𝔬𝔬, 𝔰𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔯𝔶 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔞𝔤. "𝔐𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔫'𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔪.." 𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔲𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣, 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔤𝔞𝔷𝔢 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔴. 𝔄𝔡𝔪𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔳𝔦𝔢𝔴 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔬𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔴. ℌ𝔢𝔯 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫. ℭ𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔢𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔰. ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔰𝔠𝔬𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔡, 𝔐𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡𝔫'𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩. 𝔄 𝔣𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔥 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢, 𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔬 𝔭𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔦𝔣𝔩𝔶. "𝔑𝔬…𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯'𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔫'𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩. 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔢 𝔲𝔭 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔫. ℜ𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱..?" 𝔉𝔬𝔯 𝔞 𝔬𝔡𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔬𝔫, ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡𝔫'𝔱 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤. 🕯️

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