Finally, it was the time to get into the game. With the most annoying promo music, the LCDs began working. When I saw myself on that big screen, I ended up cursing at it. While the spectators enjoyed watching our troubled faces, I couldn’t even imagine how our pain could be entertaining.
Shortly enough the host appeared on the screen and started his usual blabber. With a gut-wrenching positivity, he greeted us.
“How are you, participants?”
I wanted to magically teleport to the location from where he was shooting and kill him. It was the first time I had wanted to kill someone, and probably the last too.
Since none of us managed to match the host’s enthusiasm, the cameras were turned away from us. The host seemed too jolly as he announced, “For today’s round, we have again chosen a
