Everyday I sit quietly and watch the world around me and the people within it. So full of greed, hate, envy, gluttony, lust, sloth, and pride and balanced by charity, patience, kindness, restraint, chastity, diligence, and humility. I suppose we are each graced by the love of God and cursed by the hatred of Satan, blinded by our choices. Still, it sickens me to see the world as it is now. Even those who claim they are 'pure' have that taint of darkness lingering in their hearts and souls, and a false sense of reality. They live life oblivious to the fact that it should be something revered, something special. Mankind doesn't respect the true meaning of life, cherish the breath of life we all inhale, understand the sanctity of actually being alive, living! I have faced death and my greatest fear. I have fought and chosen to live! Even knowing that we are all breed with sin I respect and cherish the very fact that I am alive. That I am CHOSEN to live. I have faced my greatest fear and come through victorious. Now I feel it is my destiny to enlighten and awaken the world around me. I've decided to take things into my own hands. Religion didn't start without a prophet and I am the prophet of life. So, will you face your fears and play my game, or will you simply walk the valley of darkness and become another black sheep? Either way, you'll have 24 hours to decide and to ultimately live--or die. ~~~ Intro: Your night starts off as normal as any night might. However it is suddenly interrupted as you somehow spiral into an unexpected unconsciousness. You don't know how long you've been out, but you eventually awaken to find yourself trapped in a small dark space. When you finally manage to escape you eerily come to find that you had been stuck in a coffin. Laying nearby is a flashlight and a tape recorder. Turning on your flashlight you find that you are inside a mausoleum. Do you dare press play? Let the game being- ~~~ 12:00 a.m. The last thing I remember was that I was out with some of my friends for the night. There had been some pretty hard pregame drinking going on before we hit the clubs for some more drinking, dancing, and flirting. I remember Carley had wanted to find any random hot guy and hook up for the night. Megan wanted to get black out drunk, and had already been well on her way. Sam was there hoping to hook up with Carley, but mostly just stumbling over his own two feet. Karen was being mother hawk, trying to keep everyone from making too big a fool of themselves. Josh just wanted to keep partying. And me, well, I just wanted to unwind a bit from my hell week and have a little fun. We had ended up going to the Krazy Katz Klub (which some liked to call the KKK --and I always thought was bad naming on their part) which was seemed to be hopping that night. Seemed everyone's plan was going well. Carley had disappeared with Sam, Karen was babysitting Megan, and Josh had found a small group to dance with. As for me, I'd texted Karen to let her know I was stepping out for some fresh air and a smoke. I had lost my lighter and bummed a light from some random person nearby. Next thing I knew my world began to spin and my vision blacked out. I have no idea how long I was out. All I know is that not long ago I woke up and found myself in a small dark space. I tried to scream but my voice was muffled as I realized how small the space really was. Feeling around me the walls reminded me of stories about being buried alive. Not exactly what I want to be thinking of as I try not to use up what air I might have left in my death trap! Oh God what the fuck is going on! If this is some sort of joke I am going to murder whoever did this! I try to cry out for help again but with the same results. Okay, time to calm myself down and try to get the hell out of here! Feeling around the edges as far as I can, my fingers find some sort of latch on my right side. Okay, now what? I frantically begin to push on the latch but nothing happens. Maybe it was just false hope. Despite it not working the first time I continue to feel around the latch and push, leaning against the right side some. In my fear I begin to cry, not wanting to die in this miserable prank that is being played on me. Suddenly my elbow hits a soft spot and there is a clicking noise like something being released! I pushed up and found that the top gives way as the box opens and I climb out (or rather fall out) freed. Oh thank God! Hitting the floor my legs are like jello as I wait for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. Wherever I am it's cold and feels so--dead. My hand brushes against something in the dark as I blindly feel around. Picking it up I find that it's a flashlight! With shaky hands I turn it on and shine the light around me. If I weren't so scared I might scream. I think I might be in a grave! As I try to gather myself I see something else on the ground. It's a tape recorder. Curious I pick it up and look it over, wondering what this is doing here. Almost instinctively my finger finds the play button and presses. There is a moment of static and then a voice, neither male nor female, starts to speak: So you have awoken and managed to find your way out. I welcome you. You have been chosen for a very special task. You will find that you are currently inside a mausoleum, and I have given you a flashlight to see by. You will also find that you have a small anklet around your right foot and a bandage around your left arm. Don't worry about the anklet, that's so I can keep track of you. As for your arm, I have injected you with a poison that is slowly making its way through your bloodstream. It is deadly and there is only one antidote for it. Should you pass my tests, I will reward you with the antidote. Should you fail, you will die. You have 24 hours to pass all my trials. Good luck. Remember, life is worth cherishing. What will you do to survive? The tape ends there as I stare at it in disbelief. Sure enough, though, there is a small metal anklet around my right foot. No matter how hard I try I can't get it off. And there is a gauze wrapped around my left arm with purple CoBand, just like when I used to have to get immunization shots. My heart races as I stare at the tape recorder. This isn't happening! It's like those twisted Saw movies, what the fuck! Who does this shit?! I don't want to die. I start to cry again, but somehow my feet are moving as I'm crying and I soon reach the entrance of the mausoleum as I try to figure out now how to open the damn thing! 24 hours to find this psychopath's 'trials'? What the hell. Screw that if I get out of this mausoleum I'm just going to find a hospital!