“BR Act! Anyone of you recognize this?!”

It all seems like a blur now, even though it was a mere 6 days ago. 40 of us, all expecting some grand vacation...boy, what a surprise it was when we all woke up with those collars on our necks.

“The…the Battle Royale act!? No! You mean we have to kill each other?!”

“That, dear friend...is correct.”

Really, none of us had expected such a thing to ever happen to any of us. It was strange for me...almost like I was watching a movie, that the scenes being played out before my eyes were merely rehearsed, with no truth to them at all. Yet reality would come to smack me in the face when a fiery eyed Golden Boy challenged our “teacher’s” authority and, consequently, had his collar shot with a pistol.

It was spectacular in it’s own morbid way, to see Golden Boy’s head blown off his shoulders. A chunk of his scalp landed in Harold’s lap, the red fuzz sending Harold into a fit of hysteria, as he began his incoherent homeless rambling. The others simply stayed quiet, fearful of experiencing the same fate.

Six days ago, the HWF was torn asunder by a desperate man.

“You will all be given a weapon and 3 days worth of food and water. Use them up, and you’ll need to use your surroundings to aid you in your survival. You all have seven days, should there not be a single survivor by the end o the seventh day...all collars will explode, and there shall be no winner.”

It was short, sweet and to the point. Tony Bradshaw wanted to see all but one of us standing, and that one person would get the biggest paycheck of our lives...

That being, of course, the avoidance of death.

“Danger zones shall be activated every day, so be sure to listen to your collars for announcements...you’ll not wish to stumble in one, lest you don’t like having a head of course.”

We were given weapons, and sent out at separate time intervals into the island to avoid instant confrontations. To have such a thing would, of course, risk shortening the show and thus ruining everyone’s entertainment. After all...the people watching only believed it to be some sort of television show, that we were all actors playing the parts of innocent people hunting one another to survive.

“Good luck, and happy hunting.”