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If they’d been given time to compare notes, they all would have similar stories. The last thing they remembered was the karaoke booth with their boyfriend. The walk home from their cram school. Sitting on the bus, idly playing a mobile game on their cell phone.
And then…nothing. Until the sound of a bullet exploded into their eardrums, and in shock they all stared at the woman in front of them, comprehension slow in coming.
While holding the still smoking gun to her own temple, in a perky voice the woman announced, “Congratulations! You are the lucky selections for this year’s Battle Royale!” The woman looked around at each of the students, giving each a wide smile that crinkled the corners of her eyes.
“You are all on a deserted island, about 10 kilometers across,” she chirped, “it has been evacuated for some years now and boats cannot come within several miles. OK, about the necklaces you're wearing. They're 100% waterproof and shockproof...and permanent. It monitors your pulse, informing us of your location and movements. If you try to rip it off, it explodes too, so promise not to do that, okay?”
She stopped speaking and placed the gun on the table in front of her, winking at the nearest student.
“Ok, now this year’s Battle Royale is a bit different. You don’t ALL get weapons this year, because that game module became sooo boring. No, over the past few months we’ve observed and tabulated a full analysis of each and every one of you students, to decide which of you are natural killers. We’ve given YOU the ability to off your friends. Tee hee! Of course,” she continued, “if the others figure out which ones you are, good luck against the mob!”
Her face took on a mask of mock seriousness, with pouting lips and head slightly cocked to the side . “Now, there are some rules to this game, which you can read about on the color pamphlet in your knapsack. Good luuuuck!”
This post has been edited by Path-Shaper: 19 January 2011 - 02:53 AM
