With the BR Act established, the Deans came together to devise a way to convince their students to sign up for the game themselves. But how would students agree to sign up for a game, in which they have to kill or be killed? Throughout many different colleges, large red posters filled their hallways and cafeterias. The posters showed Barack Obama, giving his trademark smile, being surrounded by a group of smiling kids on the bottom half of the advertisement, with the following description being posted:
Looking for extra credit? Looking for an extra-curricular activity? Do you like competition? Want to make a name for yourself? Looking to meet new friends, and have a chance at winning 250 thousand dollars? Then sign up for the Game of Change! Prizes go to the first place winners and absolutely free to enroll! Expenses are fully free and paid for by the government, so if you're interested, please contact your school's Dean to register.
Many students didn't know what to think of the program, but many of them saw this as a grand opportunity.
Casen Johnson
"Heh…with all that money, I could buy me some new swords…" The African-American boy said, grinning at the poster in front of him, before turning his attention to a group of girls walking past him. "…and some more condoms!" He said, staring at the feminine bodies, which walked in the other direction.
Astrid Beier
"With that amount of money, I could help Mother & Father!" The diligent young woman said, as her eyes began to light up at the ad. "I can even transfer to a better school! Getting into a five-star university, entirely on my own account…that oughta' show Westley what our family is made of!" She said with a determined smile.
Matthew O'Connelly
The tall young gentlemen's eyes shifted down the bulletin, as he adjusted his tie in a reserved fashion. "Hmph…two-hundred and fifty-thousand dollars?" This made the young man chuckle. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. How could a school in North Carolina afford such prize money? Being raised in Scotland, Matthew always believed in the finer things, that his parents raised him in. Though, the young man did see opportunity within the proposition. "A young lad, claiming victory within this little change game, would make a great honor for the Boy Scouts! The name O'Connelly will go down for centuries, as a true champion!" He said with a confident smirk, before his arm was struck by a meatball, propelled by nearby students, who were having a food fight in the cafeteria. This caused the young gentlemen to sigh, as he removed a handkerchief from the pockets of his trousers, and wiped off the excess filth from the projected food item, before glaring at his peers behind him. "…It will get me away from these bloody Neanderthals for a while…"A string of spaghetti almost struck Matthew's right shoulder, if it weren't for it missing, and landing on the wall. Matthew began walking towards the table of the culprit, waving his finger vigorously at the suspects, "Hey! What the hell is wrong with you people! Haven't you savages ever heard of not playing with your food!"
Murphy Bolmer
The opportunity to make a name for herself and win 250 thousand dollars, was definitely something the young artistic female, could not pass down. She sipped her cup of coffee, as she glanced at the poster, displayed inside her campus' coffee shop. "With all that money, I could buy more art books, and see more foreign plays. Maybe during the game, I could show people my poetry, and then they'll know the true meaning of spoken word!" She said with a smirk.
Parielle D'Arcangelo
"Pill" to her friends, was enjoying a plate of buffalo chicken wings in her school cafeteria, when her eyes wandered to the poster on the nearby wall, which caused the multicultural woman to raise an eyebrow. "250 thousand dollars?" Her lean, muscular arm laid the chicken wing down on the plate in front of her, as she then stared at the ceiling and thought to herself, "That would help me pay for rent…Living off campus on your own isn't cheap, after all." Her thoughts were soon interrupted by a group of young women, who each wore skirts past their knees, and long sleeved shirts, which made sure to cover their elbows. The short, brunette one, in the middle, decided to speak first. "Good afternoon and how are you doing today, M'am? We notice you always sit alone during lunch…You may not have too many friends on campus, but if you join us in the Body of Christ, we guarantee to show you to the world of companionship." Pill stared at the women in front of her, her eyebrow raised in an annoyed expression. "Who the fuck asked their opinion?" was the thought which ran through Pill's mind. The stoic young female shifted her eyes to the meal in front of her, picking up a wing from her plate and biting into it, saying between chewing, "I'm sorry, but it's really rude to talk to someone, while they're eating…" The tall brunette girl, who stood to the right of the short brunette girl, objected, "But Parielle…" "I'm eating!" Pill exclaimed, now frowning at the women in front of her, who then walked away from her table. Pill shook her head to herself, as she resumed eating her meal.
Adrian Lawcock
The young British male was leaving Karate Club, with a group of friends, when one of his training partners stopped to look at a large poster, established in the hallway. "So I was telling her…I don't give a fuck if you just got off from work, bitch, I want some baked chicken…" Adrian boasted before bumping into his friend Paul, whose eyes were focused on the bewildering publication. "Hey Paul! What the fuck is wrong with you! Can't you see I'm walking here? Don't make me chop your head off again!" Adrian exclaimed. Paul groaned, before swiftly pointing at the poster, and said, "Will you shut up and just look at this for a second!" Adrian and his friends gazed at the poster; Adrian shoving Paul out of the way so he could literally stand in front of the flyer to see. "250 thousand dollars! Well fuck my ass and call me a bitch! I smell a challenge!" The fairly large male said rubbing his hands together, frantically. "But what if you lose?" Paul asked. "Yeah, I bet someone will kick your ass in that game." Ken, another one of Adrian's friends, joked, patting Adrian on the back. "Is that…a threat?" Adrian asked, cocking his eyebrow at Ken. "Well judging from practice, your kicks sucks ass, man!" Ken laughed, before Adrian punched him in the face, and slammed his palms into Ken's face. "Fuck you, you bloody bitch! I'm gonna kick your sorry a…" Adrian looked away from the bleeding face of his friend, as he observed a squirrel climbing a branch of a tree, outside the window of the hall; his eyes followed the movement of the squirrel, as his hands remained balled into a fist. "Wow… look at the little squirrel…furry little fella…little rascal just jumped up that tree to grab a nut…He must really like nuts...I once knew a chick that liked nuts…But she also liked peanut butter…" Adrian was snapped away from his daydream, as Paul and the remainder of Adrian's friends, separated the two boys, as Paul asked, "…What was that?" "I saw a fuckin' squirrel, dammit!" Adrian yelled.
Kirie Matsuzawa
The beautiful 5'5 Japanese girl, was at home, sitting on her bed, checking her Facebook and email account, when she got a email from the school, advertising the Game of Change. Although there were "other" things on her mind, the bubbly young woman could not help but reconsider. "Meet new friends and earn some money?" Kirie laid her head on her pillows, with her hands resting behind them, as she began to think about the proposition. "That does sound like fun…" She turned her head to gaze at a picture frame on her desk, which contained a photo of herself and her ex-boyfriend, cuddling together in a picture booth. "…I just wish he would be there…"
Megan Farley
Megan was sitting outside, underneath a tree, listening to Purple Haze, a Jimi Hendrix cover, featured on the Undercover album, of one of her favorite bands, Ministry, on her iPod; the rays of the sun, beaming gently on her Nine Inch Nails t-shirt, and sapphire peace sign necklace, underneath the shade. "Purple haze, all in my eyes…You've got me blowin…blowin my mind!" She sang, until she noticed 3 shadows approaching her. It was her best friends: Kayla, Brittany, and Tara. "Hey Megan, check this out!" Tara said, holding a flyer for the Game of Change, up in her hand. "Wow Tara, it's just a red piece of paper…" Megan said, sarcastically. "No, you dumbass!" Tara giggled, playfully kicking Megan's foot, "Read what it says!" Megan lifted her head up from the tree, to give Tara a satirical look. "And how am I supposed to read it, with the sun glowing through the paper?" Megan laughed as she stood to her feet, to take the ad from Tara and skim through it. "250 thousand dollars sounds nice…but imagine if we get famous on this game. We could end up on MTV!" She said with a smile. "As long as we don't end up like Jersey Shore, I'm totally good with that idea," Brittany said, as the four girls laughed. "Come on, gym, tan, laundry? We do gymnastics, get our nails done, and then get guys to buy us clothes from Buckle. I think we're honestly the same," Kayla said goofily, nudging Brittany in the shoulder, much to the amusement of her friends. "Hey, I just don't want to be compared to a fat bitch, who has orgies with pickles," Brittany bluntly stated, as the four girls laughed in mirth. "But what about my boyfriend? I can't just leave Shawn for that long…" Megan protested. "Reeeeeelax!" Kayla said, pushing her short brunette hair, away from her eyes. "He'll be fine! Besides, you ditched us last weekend just so you two could watch the Expendables!" Kayla said with a pout. "We were out on a date, it was an awesome movie AND we played Resident Evil and Left for Dead back at his apartment, so neeeeeeah!" Megan replied, sticking her tongue out at her friend. "Just promise me you'll think about it," Tara said. "Alright…alright…don't get your panties in a bunch! Oh wait, I forgot. You stopped wearing them, you whore!" Megan laughed as she threw a handful of grass at Tara's legs, making her giggle. The laughter of the women caught the attention of two tall boys, who were shirtless, with shaggy hair, playing Frisbee, nearby. The boys however, were unattractive, and not only had yellow teeth, but hairy upper bodies as well. "Hey ladies, want to wash your clothes on my six pack?" One of the boys asked, cockily. Megan and her friends rolled her eyes, as she frowned at the males in front of her. "Right…as if your hairy-ass beer belly really has any significant use, other than to show what happens when you two cock-ride each other at night…" Dave and Aaron were their names. Perverted, dim-witted, and cocky were the perfect words to describe them. They would show up to every single party intoxicated and attempt to take home the drunken females in attendance. Unfortunately for them, Megan and her friends saw through their act. "Why don't you just leave us alone! We've told you for the millionth time: we have BOYFRIENDS!" Kayla yelled at the two boys. "Well, why am I not convinced?" Aaron said putting his hand through Tara's hair, then sliding his hand down to graze Tara's chest. "HEY!" It wasn't long, before Megan kicked Aaron directly in the crotch, and struck Aaron's nose with her knee. "I told you before, but you wouldn't listen!" Megan swung her purse at Aaron's head, Aaron's face being struck by a rather hard object inside Megan's purse, causing him to receive a black eye. "So you like to play rough, huh?" Dave said, approaching Megan from behind, attempting to wrap his hands around her hips. Unfortunately for Dave, Megan slammed her elbow directly into Dave's jaw, and pulled out a brick from the inside of her purse. Megan furiously bashed Dave's head with the brick, as Dave slowly tumbled over to Aaron, who was holding his eye on the ground. "Dude…let's get the fuck out of here!" Aaron said, as he crawled back to his feet, and ran off. Dave, who was in agreeance, nodded and tried to run as well, but Megan swung her purse at Dave's feet, his foot getting tangled in the handle of the purses, making him fall back down to the grass. Megan hopped on top of Dave's back and mounted him, as she turned around and held a stick in one hand, and grasped the back of Dave's shorts with the other hand. "You want to play rough, huh!... We'll I got something rough for ya, right here!" Megan yelled, as she shoved the sharp edge of the stick into a place Dave would never forget. "AH!" was all that was heard; birds flew away from trees, as Dave felt pain he never expected to experience before.
(I hope you all like what I've written so far! Decided to give you a little preview of some of the characters' personalities in the program, as well as reveal some of the characters who were submitted in private messages. For those who were not mentioned in this chapter, don't worry! You'll be revealed in the next chapter, as well as my own character will soon come into play. Some of your characters' purposes for being in the program will be revealed later on during the story, but each character I've received thus far, will be introduced in the next few chapters. Please tell your friends about the story, so we can receive more submissions and get the program started! I want to thank each and every person who has sent in a submission so far, and I would also appreciate everyone to check out SadMaovie23's page on here. He/She has a great What if story, and they're also writing a All-Girls Battle Royale story. Feel free to check them out!)