A Journal of my adventures in the world I inhabit while I'm asleep. |
I'm running down a hallway in a crumbling abandoned building in an unknown urban housing project. I'm a contestant in a game where the winner is the last "surviving" player. It's not real life or death, like in the movie. In this game there are pseudo "weapons" available, knives and swords that will mark the other players as "dead" if you hit them, the weapons don't really kill. Not sure how I got into this game, or what the rewards are for winning (or the punishment for losing), but I get the feeling that I better try my best to win. There is an unwritten rule of the game. Once night falls, any surviving players are allowed to "forage" for food and drink made available by the game makers. As the days go by, the survivors start their foraging earlier and earlier, and by common courtesy, cease trying to "kill" each other until the next morning. It's late in the day, darkness is approaching. I've been playing for several days now, managed to "kill" all of the opponents I've encountered so far. At this point I believe there is only one other opponent to beat, but I'm not sure who it is. |