Based off of the magnificent novel...Battle Royale!
Witness the horrors and twisted evil that a simple 'game show' can create as you read the terrifying story of a class, and their battle for survival...
May 18th 1949,
In 1949, the youth began to rebel against the government. More than 18,000 children dropped out of school and juvenile crime rates soared higher than ever before. Thieving began to become the new after-school activity and even adultery became a huge issue. Finally in 1949, the BR Act was passed and since then a senior class from the US is randomly selected to take part in The Program. The Program is a televised event that airs live in the summer and allows viewers to bet and vote for their favorite contestant(s).
Oliver Whemsal (Founder of BR)
Now in 2010, the graduate class of Garside High School has been selected to participate in the 61st Battle Royale competition. A new game is about to begin, and hopefully, it's as good as the last.
Hi...Um, You may be wondering... What is The Program? What is it all about? Is it all the rage these days...well, my name is Beck Oliver and I'm here to tell you that its more like the biggest night terror you'll ever experience!
It's worse than those pesky recurring nightmares that will wake you up in the middle of the cold dark night. It's worse than anything imaginable...I know because I've lived through it. That's right. I played that damn game. I witnessed things you could only scream about in your terrifying nightmares, maybe even more disturbing things...you be the judge, eh?
Oh man! I'm not even giving you an explanation on what this game show even is! My bad guys...well here it is.
Each year, our lovely country sponsors something known as 'The Program', a high rated game show that is definitely beating American Idol...or that's what the critics' reviews tell me anyways. Man, let me tell you guys. This show is beyond insane with the public...I'm talking 'ratings through the roof' insane. Pretty leveled with the football craze I guess.
Basically, a group of 'contestants ,as they call it, that fall into the senior class category in high school are selected in a random drawing...when they are selected, they are taken to some island in god-knows-where and are told, "Hey kids! You've been selected to partake in the 'whatever'-insert number here- battle royale competition. You all must kill each other until only one remains! Have fun! 3" hugs and kisses...
Now you maybe a little confused huh? Won't be surprised if you aren't. In fact, let me take you back to when it all started...when I had to live out the most horrific experience in my life time. When me and my class of close friends were selected to take part...in the 61st Battle Royale Competition!
Wednesday: June 8th, 2001 – 3:45 P.M. (Denver, Colorado: Main Street)
"Hello folks! We are gathered here on main street in the nice heart of Denver to catch a glimpse of the 52nd Battle Royale victor! Oh! So exciting!" a chipper news anchor shouted as he stood eagerly at the edge of the sun soaked road along with thousands of other individuals. Some were citizens who just happened to be walking by and were a bit confused by the entire ordeal. Others were overly excited BR fans who held up glamorous posters and signs with the pictures of their favorite competitors on the decorated boards. However, it was mostly infested with news reporters who were bustling through the crowds with cameras glued to their hands in a story-hungry manner so that they could be the first to get the chilling scoop from the winner.
"Yeah!" one young woman screamed in excitement as she held up one of her posters with the face of a handsome young teenager with blonde hair plastered on it in full glory, "Jeffrey! Jeffrey!" she kept chanting along with a few other pumped up fans. Jeffrey...it must be one of the students who was a contestant in the competition that year and by the looks of it, he was pretty popular among the audience.
"After watching the long awaited finale last night! The winner has finally be decided!" a blonde woman squealed in overbearing excitement into her news microphone as the cameramen crowded around her. "The class of thirty-five contestants was supposedly one from Cunningham Public High School chosen by the governmental staff led by the President of the United States!"
"Rumor has it that this game lasted only two days-one hour- and thirty six minutes! Beating the record of Two days-seven hours- and five minutes set by the private all-girls school in Minnesota in the 43rd BR competition during the year of 1992!" another reporter shrilled shrieked in joy into his recorder as his assistant began scribbling down pointless notes.
Suddenly, a shining limousine that was reflecting the brilliant rays of summer sun began to turn into the street from a far causing everyone to start jumping and screaming in suspense. The country's victorious anthem began to blare from the skies due to various helicopters and blimps circling overhead. "They're here!" one boy howled with joy as he jumped up and down in a hyper fashion. Surrounding shops and stores began to close their doors and shut their blinds out of fear and some mothers began to rush from the scene with their children cautiously gripped in their hands as the classy vehicle began to roll up to the overcrowded curb of antsy bystanders. The limo was surrounded by government officials who were driving at each side of the limo while army men dressed in intimidating camouflage marched down the sides in perfect synchronization with their guns close to their chests.
After a few long anticipated minutes, the anthem ceased and the mindless chatter was silenced as the sleek vehicle came to halt only a few feet from the sidewalk that was teeming with anxious fans and newscasters. The flag of the country was dancing in the slight breezes from the car's long metal antenna while everyone began to step back slowly thanks to the lieutenants forming a human chain to keep them all back and away from the victor once he/she emerged from within the car. As the door began to slowly open, cameras began to flash rapidly like lightning rhythmically striking and babbling reporters were already starting to ask questions even though the champion hasn't even come out yet.
That's when it happened, the victor emerged from the back-end of the limo with a twisted smile that resembled her being in an unstable state of mind. "It's...It's a GIRL!" one of the reporters cried in excitement as he tried to ram past the human chain along with everyone else to get a closer look. "This one's for the record books fellas!"
Endless amounts of drool was spilling from her smiling mouth as she stared up at the cameras with tears of joy in her traumatized eyes. God only knows what she's witnessed in the past few days out on that island. "Home..." she sputtered with feared tone mixed with happiness, "Josie...Josie is home!"
"Her name appears to be Josephine Hughes...Girl # 15 in the competition," one of the info seeking news casters announced with his eyes trained on the disturbed seventeen year old girl. The crowd of fans sent out cheers as they watched their favorite contestant begin to look around in confusion. Her hair seemed to be an orange color that was horribly unmanageable and tangled and her skin was beyond pale with splotches of red splattered onto it here and there in horrific smears and patterns. Her drool seemed drip from her bloody chin and onto the paved sidewalk as she began to get carried by the arms...into the main building of the town so that she could get cleaned up and hospitalized before she had to go to her victory conference. Everyone gawked at her in amusement as if she were some low form of a circus animal. Some people who were walking by couldn't help but stare at her in terror as she laughed in a deranged way near the double doors leading into the building.
"Poor...Poor girl. How evil," an elderly man sighed with his eyes fixed on her unstable form while cameras flashed and reporters continued to shove microphones in her face with questions attached to them.
"What was it Like?"
"How many did you kill?"
"Did you have to take down a high school sweet heart?"
"Any boys we should know about?"
Questions were continuously being asked in the most inconsiderate and most disgusting ways imaginable.
"Get back! Get back! All of your questions will be answered during the conference!" one of the lieutenants boomed while escorting the survivor into the building. That was only one out of many classes that were victimized thanks to the BR Law...Who knows how many more will suffer this fate...unless it can be stopped that is.
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