Game Over
I will always remember the day, when I left that dreadful world and entered the real world. I remember the challenges and struggle, I had to go through. On that day, I pushed myself to the limit. The objective of that world was to kill. There was no one to stop you. There was no real government, no freedom of speech and no system. The government turned my world into a place where, man was the hunter and was been hunted. Civilisation truly crumbled down. The day we were released from that world, they called us “the chosen ones”, as they thought we were courageous and mighty. I however, completely disagreed with them- but never had the “might” to say that to their faces. The government called me a hero but I am no hero, instead, just a brutal monster, who killed one of his own people for a chance to be free. On that day, I fought for my life, but sadly took away someone else’s.
The world of Game Over was a very diverse place. The map of my world was an oval shaped circle, with a dark- black circle in the centre. It looked like an eye. Surrounding the pupil of this eye-shaped world was a town. A town full of darkness and depression. The sky was always covered in darkness, the buildings were destroyed and the financial world had gone into credit crunch. My world contained children from all over the world. Some young and others much older. I was one of the older ones- much stronger and intelligent. There were exactly 150 children- 25 from each continent. We were split up into six colonies. In our colony we lived together- in a parent-free world. All of our parents had been held at hostage, by the government. The government controlled everything, from the bare essentials like food and water, to higher things like electricity. The government acted as our so- called “parents”- showing no care, or comparison. By, us being the children, they were able to take advantage of us. Forcing us to work as slaves and receive little food for it. The government put posters around the town saying, “the more you work, the closer you are to seeing your parents”. These phony propaganda posters encouraged many of the children, to continue with these daunting tasks. Expect me, I knew that there was more behind this and I was prepared to investigate more.
As I said before, we were split into 6 different colonies, each one containing 25 children. The colonies each contained five people, from different continents. For example, my colony was called Alpha and we had five children from Europe and the same number from Africa, North America, South America, Asia and Oceania. This was a good mixed of people in each colony, which was good, due to the fact that we all had an individual skill. The government distributed different coloured clothes, to each colony. Our team was dressed top to bottom, in blue clothing- with each piece having a black tick, as the logo. The government told us that our groups and the clothing, had something to do with “advertisement”, but we didn’t take much notice. Many of the colonies were good comrades. When, one colony did not receive enough food, from the government, other colonies would sneak into their base and share some of their food with them. We were all like a big family, just split up into 6 different sections. No one hated, or wished bad upon you. We just wanted to see our “real families” again. It is amazing how, this symbolic bond, was soon going to be broken.
Today is the day that changed everything. I was woken up, by the horrendous voice of Napoleon Adolf, the government leader, via a loud speaker. Speakers were placed all over the town- so the government could give out daily information. Today was very different though. He had stated “all colonies, must attend the town square at 9:00 am. Attendance is compulsory”. So with that in mind, our team set off, travelling to the town square. As we walked, we saw the other five colonies walk beside us. From an aeroplane view, we all looked like migrating rainbow. As we walked down the dark town, surrounding the sides were a group of thousands of men. These men held guns, which were locked in the palms of their hands. Looking at the state of the guns, they looked like they had been used recently, so none of us said a word. As we approached the town square, I saw the leader of the government. I had seen many pictures of him around the town,
but, this was the first time; I was able to see him, this close up. He was quite a tall man, with short black hair and wore a black suit with a matching black tie. I noticed on that tie, had a red star on it. By his side, was the rest of his government board, all smartly dressed. As Napoleon Adolf got into his position to speak, we all had to stand and bow down to him. As we done this, we all looked like domino pieces, dropping to the fall. He said “welcome all. I have noticed that life in this world has become slightly, boring, in my view. Therefore, I have created a game for you to play”. Knowing what Mr Adolf was like, I knew this sounded bad. He than went on to saying, “the objective of this game is to kill your own people”. The audience broke out into an outrage. “The last ten children will be set free from this world, with their parents by their side” he said. The audience turned silence. “There are no rules, nothing stopping you from winning.” he continued. “Good luck”, he said sacristy, walking back into his mansion. We all knew a new war had begun.
The next week later, five children had already been killed. One an old friend of mine, Ben Thomas. We were both in the same colony. Things were about to get even worse, because the government had given out weapons to each child. From knives to guns. As I looked at their faces, I could see the rush of blood, running through their heads- causing their adrenaline to take over. I had to admit; even I felt this rush through me. But, I came back to reality and refused to make this dangerous adrenaline virus, contaminate me. I took my weapon. I decided to take a small weapon, as I knew I was not going to use it, in these sickening games. The sight of seeing 7 year olds, holding guns bigger than them, made me feel sick. Then, it began. The sight of blades going through heads and bullets go through bodies, made me run. I ran for my life. I was scared and traumatised. I had to run through the storm of bullets. Luckily, I am still alive, to continue this story. However, for many of people, their life had come to its final chapter. The darkness that filled the sky was over taken, by a tsunami of blood. Blood that was, fresh and still energetic. The blood gave the colourless town, a new fresh coat of red paint. Paint made of pain and agony. During all this horrific action, the government did nothing; absolutely nothing. They looked upon this brutality, like it was a spectator sport; applauding the falling of people. Death had taken over the town.
Three months had gone past. The town had turned into a war zone. The land of Game Over was filled, with dead bodies, of many different children. We stated with 125 children and were now down to 50. A total of 75 children had been killed. Wherever you went, you had found the pieces of decaying bodies, or more children fighting for their lives. Could you image, the sights I have seen and the smells encountered, for the last three months? Luckily, I was still alive. I had not killed anyone though. I made a promise to myself, not to kill anyone in his town. How could I! They were all like brothers and sisters to me- but they did not see me as a brother anymore, but as the enemy. So, instead of fighting, I hid in the old tall buildings. Being this high up, I was able to see everything that went on below me. Also, now instead of sleeping in our bases, with our colony, the government set up a new check in and out system. Mr Adolf had to enforce a new rule that, fighting can only take place between the times of 9:00am to 10:00pm- due to the amount of people starting to decrease. We were forced to check in at 10:00pm and sleep in these very uncomfortable cages. At 9:00 am, we were released back into that war zone. Everything seemed to be going okay for me. I turned from team player, into silence peaceful assassin. But as the numbers started to drop even more, things became more challenging.
From 50 children, down to the last 11. Things had become very intense and dangerous. I have had two cases, were I was almost killed. The first case, I was surrounded by two guys, aged around 15. They both held two knives. I was not going to fight them, so I ran away. They came chasing after me, saying “come back there and fight you coward”. I was running and saw a wall in front of me. I didn’t know what do to. Suddenly, out of no where, my adrenaline became so high and I wall-ran over the wall. I lost the sight of the boys and I was very confused about what had just happen. It was like I lost control of my body and someone else was controlling it for me. The second case caused me, having to break my promise. A girl came up to me, holding a pistol in her hand. I tried to persuade her to put the gun down, but she said “no, I need to be one of the
last ten children left in this world, so I can leave with my parents”. She bust into tears and took the first shot. It went straight through my left arm. I cried out, in agony. She was about to fire the second one. I quickly used my right arm, got a knife and had no choice but, to throw it into her head- for the instant kill. She fell to the ground. A puddle of blood surrounded her body. I felt terrible, but I had to do it. The last ten were left.
I return back to the introduction- to the present. Now you know how I reached to be one the last ten. The ten of us checked in and walked to our cages, to see Mr Adolf, waiting for us. “Well done, you ten have shown true bravely and will be rewarded for it”, he said. We were taken to the centre of the town- the pupil. No one had been there before- as it was surrounded by, the men with guns and was infected by bloodthirsty sharks. The journey was quite long, as the only way there was by boat. The boat shook from left to right, as we headed to the centre of the land. The vast white fog filled thickened in the sky, as we got closer and closer to the centre. We soon were there to find our parents waiting for us, smiling. I saw my mum and dad and gave them a big hug. We were able to leave, the land of Game Over. However, after all of this I feel confused. Was this all, really necessary? Killing people, so you can be free?
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My life has been, very confusing. I hope life in the real world is different.
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I wake up, to the sound of baby blues birds, singing joyful notes in the morning. This pianissimo rhythm, acted as a string; pulling me out of my comfortable bed. The smell of breakfast, acts like an invisible attracting magnet to my nose- causing me to go down stairs. As I got closer to the kitchen, the attraction got stronger and stronger. I finally got there and was able to enjoy my breakfast- cooked by my mother and father. Afterwards, I went back up stairs, to brush my teeth. Things like brushing my teeth and having a decent breakfast, felt like privileges- after being in the land of Game Over, for the last 16 years. As I return to my bed, I think about my new life. The world here is very different, the land of Game Over. In this world, people are wakened to a blue sky. The people have the ability, to be able to choose the government, of their land. The food is fresher and the town is full of colour. Things are excellent here. This place has been rated the number one place to live, in the world. Yep, life is good. Maybe a bit too good...
Some days, I wonder, if fighting to live here, was really such a good reward. I mean, I do like it here, but something it feels wrong. I feel like this world, is watching me. I always asked my parents if they feel the same way, but they always reply, “don’t be silly, Tom. You are just not use to this standard of life yet. It will be very hard for you to adjust to this world, but eventually you will”. Never answering the question, but instead, answering one I never asked. It’s almost like; they don’t want to tell me how they feel. I felt the tension, grow between us, every time I ask this. In due time, I will find out their answer, even if I have to ask for the rest of my life.
Is there really such a thing called a “real world”? Things have a way of happening, allowing you to question reality. Are we living a dream, or is there just no “real world”? Was the fight actually necessary? I am confused and don’t know what to do next.
Real world or not, I need to find out what is happening
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