UM(1) Creative Writing Club (Activity)

Rasp

(Note:This is the edited version. For some of you who've read the old version, I recommend to start reading from the 12th para to spare your time^ ^.)

His head, turning alternately to his sides, making sure he wouldn't miss a thing embroidered in this hall of shimmer and lustre, every step Jack took echoed and every wonder Jack had stayed alert.

       It was Jack's first time to an art museum this big. From which brochure did he come to know about this exhibition? It's all vague for Jack to recognize the root of this scene. He's a man who does things on impulse. Thus, he didn't fuss over the unquestionable dispute with his own soul.

     On this tremendously tall, majestic wall and on the velvet flooring of the foyer were pieces which stood and were framed. Coloured, sculptured, portrayed or scribbled by the professionals who had breathed on earth and had sung lullabies for it.
    The plaques under the collections had spared Jack to comprehend the overwhelming artistry quick. Elated to witness some of his favourite masters' creations, he attempted to feel the lines and patterns.
Wait.
Just as he was raising his hand, he heard something.
The familiar chatters. At least, he wasn't alone...

   The fleeting moment of relief perished as soon as he figured out what exactly was making the voices.
The masterpieces. Chatting casually. Hints of curiosity stirring up their conversations.
"Hmmm, a new piece of work? Just how much are they considering innovating?" a tree from "The Dark Forest" painting stated.
"Yeah...Are they determined to suffocate us to death?" the portrait of a classic illustrator agreed in an unmotivated voice.

Jack moved forward, his wide eyes now even wider to get a clear look and understanding of the whole frame.
The armoured soldier statue pointed out, "There! This fella can march much smoother, my friends."
   
   Before his claim ended, Jack could feel that all eyes were on him. Some of them were spooky. Some, SPOOKIER.The crafts which could move around prepared to welcome him, and it was not a pleasant sight. Some carved heads of women flexed."Ugh!Having to move and gossip only an hour a day is killing my mental health," one of them grunted.

    It was as if the spookiest Halloween party in history was going to get thrown towards him. He only loved candies and costumes, not the real deal. All of a sudden, the well-lit room had turned into a hall with uncomfortable, flickering red and green lights.

"Holy mommy lord!I'm screwed!"Jack screamed and ran for his life.
"Waa! Already escaping? "
"Good thing he has well-functioning limbs."
He left some faint disappointments and complaints behind.
    He ninja-kicked several doors on the way. Each door held either extremely fancy halls filled with giggling humans, grooving aliens and pets or extremely disastrous slumber parties where people sliced meat what it seemed to be once human. The one that led him to the spiral pothole was the last macaroon-coated exit.
    Some unknown hours had passed when he regained consciousness, and he was part of a long queue.
"Where are we?" his question slipped.

" At the gate of rebirth.
Oh! My friend, how did you like the trailer of your next survival game?"a man in a collared sunny shirt greeted him while handing a book, its size being not much different from the ones you receive whenever you purchase an electronic device on planet, earth.

The title reads"Helpful Tips and Cheat Codes for our players".
The first page reveals the sub-heading with a short para.
"About our game"
Each of the player here is given a specifically designed room depending on his or her past life's preferences, their sins and deeds.
"Ahh,that explains why my favourite pieces were presented there, and why some of them were fearsome,"Jack recollected his memories and continued scanning.
Your ultimate goal here is to be in complete control of the inserted characters, and achieve the ticket to your next life. The ticket is the evaluation of your performance. You have three chances to reboot whenever you feel like you're going to claim a crappy ticket.That being said, discover some tips and codes in the next page!

He turned the page..

Code word to reboot-Utter the F word thrice!
Tips-Befriend the built-in subjects.
        You'll earn extra credits if you can soften the wild                                                and lighten the moody.
        They won't punish you if you're clever with your              word choice.

Jack was clueless at this point. "Come...on! They're not even livings.How am I supposed to be touchy-feely with those non-human creeps?"
"No,Jack,no!Let's consider it as being lucky, not to be in charge of slicing parties," he appeased himself.

He then went on to find out some cheat codes.
To his disappointment, there was only one. The code being, "I love you." As crazy the words were, as bullshit was the rule,too.The word must be said sincerely. It appeared that those ancients could detect dishonesty in the air.The intent of the four lettered word was for the characters to grow affinity to the player. "To hell with the affinity,"said the frustrated Jack.
He observed the rest pages.Same rules, judging from the way the paragraphs were divided, but typed in different characters such as difficult looking sticks and tongue slipping letters.
"It's a worldwide game,I see,"Jack nodded as he was impressed by its legality.

"What's the name of this shitty game?!"one of the players in the queue saw red.
"We're quitting!!" some players protested.The players with the heavenly rooms were silent in peace.
"That, we cannot allow, my friends," said the same man who was handing the books out. "Also, concerning the name, our developer was bad with name giving stuff so, the players used to give this game a name at their free will...whether nasty or nastier," he continued.As if he would care about the sarcasm...

Now, with about ten people ahead of him, Jack is preparing, practicing his best smile for the quest that has yet to come.