The Writer Games | Once In A Lifetime & World Edition

Stereotypical Hollywood Scam: Males

Conner Stansfield – United States Of America

  At least I didn't know  anyone who died today. The showing of who died revealed the faces of  Celine from France and Sophia from Greece. I didn't know either of them.  They were just two more obstacles in my way. There were only seven  left. Two were right next to me.

   No, I refused to  think of Perdu and Megan as obstacles. I refused to even think of them  as allies. They were friends. Even the word friends seemed foreign on my  tongue. I never had many friends. Now either two of them would die, or I  would.

    The globe rushed out  from under me. By now, I had grown used to the turning of the arena  under my feet after the faces of the dead shown in the sky. I used to be  motion-sick every time it turned.

    Now it was like your  first roller coaster. The first time you rode one, you were scared.  Even for the first couple times after that, you were a little  apprehensive. Sometimes you even got sick from it. But eventually, you  got used to riding the roller coaster and grew excited for riding it.

    Oddly enough, I was  excited for the next thing the Gamemakers would throw at me. As soon as  the spinning stop, I directed my attention towards the skies. Maybe this  Gamemaker would be nice to us, like Royale was. Only two of us died  yesterday, which was a pleasant change.

     A dainty-looking  girl appeared in the sky. It looked like if I spoke to her she would  break. I knew that couldn't be the case though. If it was there was no  way that she could have become a Gamemaker.

    Once again the Earth  shook underneath me, like the globe was about to turn again but it  couldn't quite figure out what direction to go. The small Gamemaker  started to speak. I almost didn't hear her.

       "Hello,  tributes!" She chirped. She seemed rather nice. "There are only eight of  you left, and you've all done absolutely splendid. Évangélique is quite  pleased, I'll tell you that." I looked over the ocean to see a gigantic  wave.  "As you may be aware, the island of Japan is a hotspot for  natural disasters such as tsunamis and earthquakes," she almost looked  bad about the tsunami coming to kill us. "It seems my work will end up  quite the mess... Oh well, all for the greater good!" Her face  disappeared, then popped up again. "Oh, right! I almost forgot the  disclaimer: 'We Gamemskers of the World Games are not insinuating that  Japan is nothing but a place of natural disasters. We've simply... gone a  little Hollywood is all."

      I shook my head.  They really needed to include a disclaimer? 'Oh we are going to kill  lots of innocent children, but we can't bear to offend one of the  countries where we aren't taking innocent children to slaughter from.'  It almost made me sick. But currently, I had much more to worry about  than the morals of some Gamemakers.

      I could remember  when the actual tsunami hit Japan, about two year ago. Almost all the  sixth graders were on our 'Capstone Trip.' It was called capstone to  symbolize a great end to a good year.

    We had just finished  traveling for the day. We hadn't done anything that day yet, but  tomorrow we would do all the fun things. Evan, my brother, Paco, a  mutual friend of ours, and Brock, the obnoxious kid we got stuck with,  were all talking. We were figuring out who would sleep where, when we  would shower, the usual.

    Then we got a knock  on our door, some friends telling us to turn on the news. We found out  that Japan had been devastated by a tsunami, nuclear power plants were  exploding, it was a disaster. In hindsight, it was just the beginning of  awful news stories. Almost all of the worst disasters, natural or  man-made, happened since then and in a very similar fashion.