What the hell did I sign myself up for. This is no fucking game. This is sick. This is war.
I remember waking up in a fever sweat the day the games started. It wasn’t like the nights before of excitement and intrigue but a feeling of utter sickness. I knew David would be up early checking his gear and grabbing the first plate in the breakfast line. For some reason this morning I felt dread running through my body as if it were some sort of warning system. As I pulled the sweaty white shirt I wore to bed off and slipped on my haptic suit I heard a voice echoing in my head. The voice was inaudible at first but tuned itself. “Can you hear me,Daniel?” the voice rang around my brain. It was inside my head and actually sounded like another human rather than the voices I often have heard in my head. This was not my inner brain tricking me but someone communicating to me. And fancy it that the voice be female. “Daniel, I only have a brief point to give you a message! We need you to wake up. This world you believe is real, is false. The game goes much deeper than you know. I am losing transmission….”. The voice faded out and I was left with a feeling I had never felt before. What did she mean by this world being fake? These questions would need more time to answer because the 10 minute alarm was blaring which meant for all of us to meet in the grand hall. I made it there with 1 minute to spare as I and the other straggler made their way hall.
I was walking over to David and Kara when I saw a skinny man I had not seen before approach the stage. “Hello there gamers! As of this morning I am the new CEO of Damascus Games! Elijah Mann suffered a mental breakdown last night and was admitted to a discreet hospital run by the company. My name is Samil Ryuu and I hail from Japan. You may call me Sam. The games will not end and in fact I have added some things to make it more interesting. Now please head to your briefing rooms where packets will be handed to you. And please hold nothing back in the games. Only one will win!”
His voice echoed in the room as people began to mutter to each other on why Elijah Mann had cracked. This upset most of us because he is the reason we were here. Not some guy who weaseled his way into becoming CEO of the biggest game company in the world. Then the thought of what the woman said came into mind. If this is all fake could it be a hint from the game that we have been in the game since we arrived? I guess I will continue to ponder this. Now its time to make it to briefing. Time to start the game!
Please Log in: Daniel Fellows
Connecting you to user mainframe………………
Downloading New Content for Paradyce User
Please place your haptic suit on……..
Welcome to user control!
You Have a New Message!
Your Haptic Suit has been enabled for Sniper Class Paradyce Citizen……
You may remove Haptic suit and exit User Control…..
The grip of the gun felt strange in my hands. I was used to holding a controller to shoot but now I was introduced to the art of weaponry. No longer was I shifting joysticks to make a shot but aiming down a scope shooting targets.
A glow began to emerge on each of our faces emanating from the city. No one spoke as each of us focused our attention on structures dominating over our train. The foreign surroundings seemed familiar but also very odd. Our train was on the outskirts of the behemoth city when we finally took a left into a tunnel.
My number was “0027″ .
The Battle for the Golden Tickets!
“Stop daydreaming about Kim Kardashian and let’s go kick some newb ass!”
Dude! Skip school with me and lets go to the mall. Elijah Mann is doing a Q & A at the Game Factory for the new release of his system. Then John the Rapper is doing a show after!
Think about if your truly free and what you might do to become free from this black iron prison.