
DAY 1 – THE BEGINNING - MIDNIGHT
The innocent teens woke up in a filthy, old classroom, each one of them sat in an aged wood desk. The putrid smell of death invaded the youngsters’ nostrils so quickly, that it took several seconds for the brain to identify that stench. The reaction was, obviously, vomits.
The scholars started interrogating themselves and the others, trying to find a reason for being in that classroom, when suddenly, the room’s door opened, only to reveal several militaries, followed by… Eikre?
“Eikre, what is this? Where are we?” – asked a male student, with a frightened look on his face.
“Shut up and sit down, little newblet.” – replied Eikre, a newcomer to the roleplaying guild. He had a stern and serious look on his face, a look much different than the one he used to have on the bus.
“Well, class, tell me. Have you ever heard of the BR Act?” – questioned the placid man, as the faces of everyone in the room turned blank. They whispered among themselves, only to be silenced by the blood curtling scream of a marine. "No whispering maggots!!!", the grungy, armed officer barked, intimidation washing over the entire class room.
“Good. Now, I’m glad to tell you that your usernames have been selected to be part of this year’s Battle Royale! Congratulations!” – said Eikre, now with a cheery face, that contrasted with the teens’ terrified face.
“But this year BR is different… As you can see, only ten of our forums were selected.” – after saying this, most of the kids started looking around them, trying to find their missing companions – “This year, to offer a more competitive program, we selected the students more suited for a “job” like this. Basically, you’re the top ones of your precious "guild". But of course, we decided to bring along a few mice for you to play with.....such as the newbs."
Another innovation: there will be weapons scattered around the map, and I will state daily their location at the same time I announce the Danger Zones.”
“Now, in this “Game”, you have three days to kill each other until only one survives.” - the sensibility, or better, the absence of it, that the young man showed when saying this sentence only made the teenagers more shocked. Hours ago, they were on a bus heading to the trip of their lives, and now they have to kill each other?
“What if we refuse to kill each other?” – asked one, the sweet young girl asked in an almost deviant tone of voice.
“Huh… See that collars you have on your necks?” – inquired the teacher, while the students checked their necks to see if there was indeed a collar there – “They help us locate your geographical and health status. More, at the touch of a button, we can make them explode, taking your heads with it. If you try to leave the island, enter a Danger Zone, and I’ll explain Danger Zones later, or if we have more than one survivor after three days, we’ll have no problem killing all of you.” – now, most of kids were crying, as the thought of never seeing their family again entered their minds.
“Don’t worry about your family, they were already advertised of the situation and they wish you the best of luck.”
“We’re going to give you a bag with some bread, two bottles of water, a map, a compass and a randomly chosen weapon. The map is to help you to mark Danger Zones. There will be new Danger Zones every 12 o’clock, 6 pm and midnight. I remember you again that if anyone enters a Danger Zone, their collar will explode.”
“Now, it’s time to go. Good luck, and let the best man or woman win.”
The youths then started exiting the room into the wild, with a difference of 2 minutes between each youngster…



