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Chapter 23. The floor is lava.

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I leant on the guard for a minute, waiting for the time I finally hear the chatter and shuffling of the prisoners- I mean players' feet.

"The floor is lava," giggling as his head nodded. I hopped away to position myself more formally at the front of the room. It was kinda weird being in this position. I saw the many emotions, mostly wonder and worry, smudging the faces of many of these people. That annoying voice gave instructions to line up in front of me.

"Welcome to the second game. Please stand respectfully in front of the supervisor and wait for instructions."

Huh, that was different. Wait. That dick! He's trying to test me.

I realised that I was now to explain the game and what to do. I vaguely remember what she said the last time I was in this room.

"Infront of you are 4 doors, you are to choose a door and stand in a singular line. Above are corresponding shape. You have 5 minutes to decided."

As soon as I finished I let a breath of relief, I always hated public speaking made me freak out a little. Stutter and shake from out of the blue too. It was made easier by the mask hiding my probably red scrunched face. No help it was sprung on me like that but I guess I had no other choice.

It was like watching ants work at the queens word. It took a second for them to talk amongst themselves but they were quick to move. Lining up in four semi even lines at each door. There seemed to be more standing at the umbrella and triangle doors than I remembered my lot going for. Sometimes it's interesting to see the choice difference, not much variety though.

I guess now I have to explain more. This is both a good and bad thing.

"Infront of you you will find a tin, You will take 1 each." They followed the instructions as I spoke, eager to be out of here much. "Your task is to remove your shape of choice out of the honeycomb before you before your time runs out and present it to the staff supervising. Fail to do so or breaking the sugar will result in your elimination."

For some reason, it felt good saying that word. Shivers ran down my spine. Tingles danced in my toes. Unsurprisingly they were surprised, and for the first five to ten minutes I enjoyed walking around the seated players and watching them sit themselves in fear. One scream after another as one player got shot.

I watched one person in particular, I was pissed at the fact he wasn't dead yet and I had set a worker to stand before him for as long as it takes for his demise.

I thought I might as well start my own game seeing as a good handful have already been offed. I hoped that the one worker kinda spread around my wish, I soon come to realise it came true.

I hit one of the metal poles with the handle of my stolen gun. I immediately jumped upon the metal slide. I didn't know whether I should gag or laugh at the memory of the guy who was shot down this slide. I wonder how many people have gone on a trip down here. I looked around and 7-ish workers looked at me from awkward angles around the room. They wanted to avoid any player as not to distrust the flow of the game while still being able to do their assigned jobs. It was quite hilarious.

Just an example one of my workers was standing on a body and another was standing comfortably on the monkey bars. 

I waited to the count of 5 and waved my hand as a signal. They moved to better positions while I stayed on the high grounds taking some out from what I could see.

Every two minutes I would repeat the same action, each time getting a little funnier. This had to be the most fun I've had in a while.

I was kind of upset when it had come to an end, even worse I saw that the guy was still alive. Why can't the universe be on my side and just make him trip on the stairs and break his neck.