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       The Game
   DIR By: master malinko
       Date: November 2, 2011, 9:39 pm
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       I remember the first time I ever killed. It was so...easy. My
       victim was so willing. I remember hearing her footsteps. They
       were calm, soft. I felt sorry for her. She was such a caring
       women. Maybe that’s why she so easily fell into my game. Hahaha.
       The Lil kid in the basement. Got so many of them. I remember
       seeing her walk along the path. Broken glass all over. Her feet
       bleeding out. She was crying. I do wonder often what she thought
       as she was enduring this pain. And then, The timer went off.
       Such a sad sad sound, For the player anyways. SHICH. Ouch. Nail
       straight to the juggler.
       I laughed as my voice cracked over the intercom. “Hmmhmmhmm. Are
       you having fun? You have two choices here. Either pull the nail
       out and save yourself or, Save your beloved son.” A light popped
       on showing a boy in the corner. “Chose wisely. Your son only has
       5 minutes to live.” A saw came roaring to life hovering just
       inches above the boys body. “Tick- Tock”
       She reached to pull the nail out of her throat. Tisk tisk. Such
       a selfish move. “Oops my finger slipped. Guess you say bye-bye
       to you son. The saw dropped and ripped the boy in half. His
       agony was apparent in his screams. “Wrong move. You lose.”
       SHICH. Another nail through the heart this time. And, about 20
       times bigger.
       I felt so overjoyed at my wining. Then as the days went on I saw
       more and more people. They all were so selfish. One by one they
       fell. The most recent was a drug dealer. His name was Andrew. I
       watched as a rival dealer drove up and shot at him. Instead of
       taking the bullets. He pulled his Girlfriend in front of him. He
       was such a waste of human kind.
       I think back now. That smell of weed coming from the dark alley.
       He must have been high already to fall for such a simple trick.
       As he walked along a door slammed shutting him in the alleyway.
       "Hello Edger. Hows the Girlfriend? Oh that's right shes dead.
       You killed her."
       "What man no i didn't." He looked scared i could tell this would
       be a fun game. "Let me out of here."
       "Sorry i cant do that." A light flipped on at the end of the
       alley. On the dead end wall was a switch. "Get to this switch
       and that door will open. But, you must resit the urge to smoke
       the weed layed all around you."
       "That wont be a problem man." The dealer started to walk. But,
       After about 5 feet he started to look down. he continued to walk
       on and look down.
       "I hope you make it soon. Fire does tend to burn people." My
       voice craked in again and firs began to burn slowly along the
       sides of the alley. "Every 2 minutes another row of fire will
       light. Id run if i were you."
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