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Good timezone to you, fellow reader.
I am starting this fanfiction with an Author's Note, because there is a couple things I need to clarify before getting into this.
First off, this is a work of fiction, and it's not meant to reach the people mentioned here. I need to make this extra clear because, despite this being a fanfic site, some people cannot be trusted to have half a braincell to understand the line between fiction and reality. This being said, the versions of people depicted in this work are fictionalized. I tried to grab the main attributes these people display in public, or at least on interviews, stage shows and videos, and develop them as best as I could. I am not in a lot of these musicians' fandoms, so I apologize if a depiction is not ideal.
This work is based off a book called FantasticLand, by Mike Bockoven, which follows a similar premise and format, but it's about staff of an amusement park trapped after a hurricane. Please go read it. I personally enjoyed it a lot, and I think you will too, if you like survival horror like I do. It's way gorier and darker than this, though, so be warned.
Some might argue with me and say "oh but writing this about real artists, murdering each other, you must want to see them dead, that's so morbid, you should be ashamed of yourself" or "I'm so sure they wouldn't do that", but here's the thing - survival changes us as people. And we can't be sure about how artists will react to different settings, because they don't respond to our fantasies most of the time. They are just human beings, and no human being is perfect or free of sin. I am not writing this for the sake of writing people killing each other or seeing people die in cruell ways. I am writing this because I saw the premise of the book and I thought it looked like a stunt the EBU could pull, considering the disaster of this year. It's like the most extreme bad ending to Eurovision you can imagine.
There will be things you don't like. I assure you that, no matter how much gore or horror you can take. But remember - you chose to click on this link, you chose to read the story, and I will NOT change it just because you don't like something. This whole thing took me almost two months to write and I'm not about to change my work for the whims of strangers on the internet. You will read it, if you like it, you'll leave kudos or comments, if you don't, well, thanks for giving me a chance, hope you find something more fitting to your taste, just close the tab and don't say anything. Rude? Maybe. But I am seriously not going to deal with this. I am studying law, looking out for my dad who's sick, and other things, and I barely have time to think about writing, so I won't give time to hatred either.
Without further ado, please enjoy this ride, and if you've read this, please write the word "catastrophic" in your first comment ever, no matter the context. I'll keep an eye on the handles and I have a good memory!
Let's get this on.
(P.s: Yes, I suffered a lot writing this. I've cried re-reading this work. So be ready, once again.)