The scene starts from the crack of dawn at Greenwich. There are speakers and megaphones fixed on tall poles; on every street, every road and every mountain pass in the world. The waterways and all the water bodies are filled with boats and ships; all arranged in a uniform grid all around the world's waters. All the boats and ships too, have speakers attached to them on tall masts or poles. No place was left... every airport, helipad; in fact- every open area!
There is a mysterious stillness in the sky with no birds and no planes. All the land whether low or high, whether smooth or rough, whether beach or mountain...every part of the land is covered with white lines- that form grids, in each of which a person could stand. The white lines are chalked out with permanent colors, the constituent of the white paint varying with the terrain- so as to stay permanently in that terrain. Every garden in front of houses, every park, every rail, every track and every road is painted with white grid lines. Even the Great Wall of China, the land around Taj Mahal, the Easter Island, the deserts around the Egyptian Pyramids; in fact no monument escaped 'the white grid lines'.
The sun slowly took its position in the sky at Greenwich, and a waking horn blew in every speaker all around the world. People came out of their homes and their resting places. Everyone was a part of it; whether a criminal or a saint, whether a terrorist or Dalai Lama, all the royalties and commoners, the rich and the poor...every single person was a part of this. Age, caste, creed, religion, gender, nationality - nothing mattered. It included every living human being.
This was the WORLD GAME.
The people where dressed in two distinct uniforms - Black and White. The white dressed were the good people, and the black ones were the bad one. This was differentiated by the top leaders of each area before the game. It was a long process that included many levels of analysis. Small parts of countries were chosen, and in each part a group of three leaders was decided. These leaders sorted the good and bad people, and wrote down the records. These records were sent to higher level of leaders. This higher level of leaders was a group of all the national leaders of that particular country. Now it is not sure if every white dressed is truly good and every black dressed is purely bad, because it was just a human judgment after all. It could be wrong.
The game was about to start, everyone was out and standing on a grid waiting for the second horn to blow...the blow that would start this magnificent game. Before we go any further I must inform you that the people (or whatever they are), who govern this game are unknown to all, even I -the narrator, who was once an assistant to the unknowns, has no idea who they are. I even don't know how many of them there are actually! The unknowns had further sorted, or rather 'tagged', the national leaders into good or bad. These unknowns move like shadows. They are superior to all but noticed by no one. Even they are in the game but no one knows who they are and where they are. They will govern this game by being a part of it, and they could be anywhere, and at anytime. They may guide us or even misguide us. They could give us a bonus or teach us something; but they also have the rights to punish us if they wanted.
The rules of the game are simple we just have to move on and follow the orders given to us on the way. There will be obstacles, we may get lost from our main paths, we may die... but we all have to fight, and move on to our on single goal. Aiming to WIN. On the course of the game the uniforms of the people can change on the basis of their acts in the game. The game will sort out the true goods and the true bads. The end of the game holds a prize for the winner. What the prize is - that is known only by the unknowns. Where the prize lies is also a secret but we all have to proceed there. The aim of the game is to win the prize by playing a fair game with our merits. Once you have won - it doesn't matter if you are a white dressed or a black dressed.
The second horn blew, blaring out of the mega phones. The game started and everyone moved one pace ahead, so that now they were standing in a grid. A huge boom echoed in the still sky, celebrating the start of the dynamic game.
My friends, the WORLD GAME... had begun!
