The Chronicle of His Holy Nick

Great Trials

Announcer: Greetings fellow revolutionaries. Through careful selection and great deliberations, it has been selected that one of you shall ascend into a power of greatness, that it is determined that one of you holds the seeds to the empire's success, to once more bring great glory to his great empire. And thus, his holy nick have selected several thousand of you that is standing here. You are the group 6 out of our 30 most wonderful selection, each of 100 most prominent individuals within the empire. With our trails, one of you shall be determined to be the next great servant of his holy nick, to serve him in internationally and domestically. As it has once been said before: May the odds forever be in your favour.

This is it, this be the chance that we have all longed for, a chance to accomplish greatness. Here, one shall experience what is known as the trials of his holy nick, great trials that shall be utilized to determine whether or not that I am suitable. This be the opportunity that I long for, the opportunity that shall made me into a man, and the empire into its formal glory ...

And thus the first trial of his holy nick have commenced. It be a fight, a glorious one at best, a bloody one at worst. 10 of us are led into a well lit chamber, empty and desolated, spanning what appears to be a hundred meters. Within which we may see weapons of all different assortment, with some being traditional sharp objects, while others be firearms, with some being incendiary. We are split apart, and positioned into random corners of the room. And then, something that is deadfall has occurred, the lights are but turned off, and great darkness have descended upon us. Sharp screech have emanated from random, un-determined corners. We are alienated, left without any indication towards what serves as the final goal.

Hours seem to trickle by, and then came a voice, that seems to be rather miniscule, and indicates a great distance apart. The voice states: My fellow contestants, fear not of the situation that we have been within! The empire shall guarantee peace and tranquillity to all. Fear not of the darkness that have been imposed upon ourselves, for they only serve as disorientation, and threats, as those catalyst that shall incite madness within those mentally sane ones. So, my friends, do not impose any violence, for there is no clear indication for such. Do not give in to madness, otherwise they shall act as great destruction. Heed not and not heed into such great turmoil. United, one shall... With him not finishing his words, a gunshot have rang out, and the speaker is shot. Silence is key within this case.

And so, I have crept forward towards the scene of the gunshot, and, upon arrival, have found nothing of interest. Nothing remains of that location, nothing persists except a smidge of a liquidity substance, which, upon closer inspection, consists of mainly of human bile. His liver is torn straight from his body, and what appears to be its half consumed form lies limply near the ground. The surroundings is drenched within a foul odorous liquid. Upon further probing, a small peculiar device has been observed. A fairly peculiar object, quite smooth. Upon further probing, to the delight of myself, I have discovered it, a firearm!

Days within the chamber is not one that is to easily tolerated. It shall wither one's mind and spirit, shall drain one's aspirations and inspirations, and shall decrepit one's hopes and dreams, as the cliché statement went. It is in here that I must feast upon the remains of my fellow contestants. To which, even though I know not of the treachery behind such a task, I fear that, my actions consists of certain greater things, indicating to those observing that I have somehow succeeded for failed within certain nuanced tasks. I know not what to state but to continue, even though I understood not of its intentions nor appreciate the lack of such.

Eons have passed. Deprived of one's senses and nourishments, with great hallucinations, one is slowly but drifting into insanity. But how come? Insanity? Surely not, that is the word of a wise man attempting to describe utter madness. Imbecile, I though to myself. Though the situation is grim, one must carry on, to go forth and to obliterate, to exterminate all hopes of doubts and all those voices within one's head that states otherwise! It is then, when entrenched with such profound thoughts, that I have come to realise something within the corner of my ear. What appears to be footsteps, timid footsteps, advancing within my way. I know not what to say or to react. But my primitive urges have gotten the better of me. I have lifted by the mysterious object which I have obtained, and have opened fire towards the source. Within that moment, a blinding yet brilliant ray have busted from my gun, and have stroked the would be intruder. For a split second, the room becomes illuminated, and all have become so clear. I see people timidly walking, an individual sobbing within the corner, two fighting man fighting over a stick. And dead bodies, hundred of them, laying everywhere. This is no ordinary group of 10. All participants are present. To my horror and dismay, the target which I have fired into is another fellow contestant. He looks afraid, his eyes have radiate out a sense that I have betrayed him, like how Brutus betrayed Caesar, or of how the general betrays the blasphemers. He is blasted, himself vaporised. After a moment, the brilliant light has ceased. And darkness have descended once more

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