This is just a very short one-shot that came to me when I was trying to write some original fiction; I played with it a bit and morphed it into a BR drabble thing, as it seemed to want to go that way anyway.
This has actually been bobbing around in my documents uploads for best part of two years now, so I figured it deserves to be uploaded if for no other reason than patience.
To me, life has always been some sort of game.
A game where some win, some lost. Some are forced to go backwards. Others have the chance to soar ahead. It doesn't come down to ability as much as people assume. In the end, it's a game of chance. Life's lottery, in which you have no choice but to participate. You just have to play with the hand you've been dealt; win, lose or draw.
Perverted, maybe. Cruel. Leaves so many chances for regret. But who are we to alter the great Game of Life, when we are just the pieces? We think we're so superior now. So technologically advanced. Yet our world has no qualms about tearing itself apart. We have no qualms about killing each other. It really makes one wonder.
Being in The Game doesn't stop you from wanting to live. Do ordinary things. Most don't even realise it. They walk around oblivious to everything. They don't realise that they're already playing The Game. I wonder if they'll win or get left behind.
My finger inches closer to the trigger. This is just a different game. I'm not afraid to play.
I win. You lose.
Bang.