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IN THE ARMS OF AN INTRUDER
"Can you believe it? We made it through the first game?" questioned the organiser who appeared on a gigantic LCD screen. With cameras panned on our faces, they recorded our responses. The show was exactly like a reality show which I grew up watching. However, no script was followed. The organisers were showing real fear and anguish of the players to the outer world. Unlike me, nobody seemed to care about having their fear being broadcasted to the outer world. They all seem to give their needs a far greater priority than their freedom. The more I think about the aloofness of the other players and the derogatory circumstances of the game that we are made to face, the more stressed and pessimistic I become regarding the game. Just like the others, I also had my needs guiding me, but I was
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