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Authors: M. L. Stewart
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far end, as he adjusted himself in the box, the screen filled with apples falling from a tree; each one had a smiley face. The button in the centre of the screen read...
PRESS TO PLAY
Norman and I watched silently in front of our monitor on the desk. I prayed that this would work. We had agreed to treat this apple a little differently to the rest, however many there had been, I was beginning to lose count. He was to be given a chance. A chance to escape but on one condition.
Sixty seconds passed. Imran still hadn’t pressed the button. The screen changed to angry apples.
PRESS TO LIVE
He touched the screen.
WELCOME TO
“ WHO WANTS TO BE MY NEXT VICTIM”
The rules are very simple. You will find yourself faced with a number of questions and puzzles. You have sixty seconds to input the correct answer. If you fail to respond or input the wrong answer your life will be shortened. If you feel, at any point, that your life is threatened you may opt for the “phone a friend” function.
He hit the “Phone a Friend” button immediately.
Sorry. This option is not available yet.
The screen changed to a black background with green text.
ROUND ONE
Your name is Imran Hamid?
He touched the yes button.
Your brother is Abdul Hamid of 14b Carlton Terrace, Edinburgh, Scotland?
The clock in the top left corner began to count down. He probably didn’t know that the bastard had moved.
YES.
Are you prepared to die for your brother’s sins?
The clock ticked away. Ten seconds. Nothing. Thirty seconds. No response. Fifty seconds.
NO.
Our monitor dimmed for a second, I could hear the buzzing from within the boarded up storeroom and I knew then that this was going to work. The question came up again. This time he answered yes. The buzzing continued but didn’t become any louder.
He flew through the advanced mathematic questions, which I had sourced from The Internet, only getting two of them wrong, but that only added to the buzzing coming from the storeroom.
ROUND THREE
Q: A murderer and rapist is sentenced to death. He is given the option of how he wants to die. The choices are held in 3 rooms.
1. A room full of King Cobra snakes.
2. A room full of poison gas.
3. A room full of tigers that haven’t eaten in two years.
Which is the safest room?
1 2 3
It took fifty-six seconds before the buzzing increased again.
INCORRECT ANSWER
TRY AGAIN OR MOVE ON?
He should have moved on. The lights in the office dimmed after his second attempt.
INCORRECT ANSWER
The correct answer was room number 3.
YOU HAVE NOW SUBMITTED 5 WRONG ANSWERS. THE MAXIMUM LIMIT IS 15 BEFORE CERTAIN DEATH.
The screen began to flash up images of the most gruesome victims I could find on the net. Beheadings, road kill and mutilations. It went into a sixty-second loop, no doubt drilling into his brain.
ARE YOU READY TO CONTINUE?
NO.
Another buzz.
YES.
I didn’t say that Imran was given a fair chance, but he did have a slim one. Some of the questions were impossible and some had no correct answer at all. By now he had managed to get thirteen answers wrong. We were running our laptop on battery power and had turned all of the lights off in the office. I activated the camera on his computer. We watched Imran wiping the screen. He was dripping with sweat.
I paused the game. Another twenty minutes and he would be ready to play again. Norman and I popped out for a quick drink in the bar two streets away.
It was Norman, not me, that noticed the time, but I still blame him. One is never enough for that man. When we got back to the office Imran was still on the screen but only his forehead and hair were visible, some of the blisters had already burst. He was trying to kick his way out of the box.
I restarted the game and answered the next question for him, incorrectly of course, that’s when the second last sunbed tube buzzed into
PRESS TO PLAY
Norman and I watched silently in front of our monitor on the desk. I prayed that this would work. We had agreed to treat this apple a little differently to the rest, however many there had been, I was beginning to lose count. He was to be given a chance. A chance to escape but on one condition.
Sixty seconds passed. Imran still hadn’t pressed the button. The screen changed to angry apples.
PRESS TO LIVE
He touched the screen.
WELCOME TO
“ WHO WANTS TO BE MY NEXT VICTIM”
The rules are very simple. You will find yourself faced with a number of questions and puzzles. You have sixty seconds to input the correct answer. If you fail to respond or input the wrong answer your life will be shortened. If you feel, at any point, that your life is threatened you may opt for the “phone a friend” function.
He hit the “Phone a Friend” button immediately.
Sorry. This option is not available yet.
The screen changed to a black background with green text.
ROUND ONE
Your name is Imran Hamid?
He touched the yes button.
Your brother is Abdul Hamid of 14b Carlton Terrace, Edinburgh, Scotland?
The clock in the top left corner began to count down. He probably didn’t know that the bastard had moved.
YES.
Are you prepared to die for your brother’s sins?
The clock ticked away. Ten seconds. Nothing. Thirty seconds. No response. Fifty seconds.
NO.
Our monitor dimmed for a second, I could hear the buzzing from within the boarded up storeroom and I knew then that this was going to work. The question came up again. This time he answered yes. The buzzing continued but didn’t become any louder.
He flew through the advanced mathematic questions, which I had sourced from The Internet, only getting two of them wrong, but that only added to the buzzing coming from the storeroom.
ROUND THREE
Q: A murderer and rapist is sentenced to death. He is given the option of how he wants to die. The choices are held in 3 rooms.
1. A room full of King Cobra snakes.
2. A room full of poison gas.
3. A room full of tigers that haven’t eaten in two years.
Which is the safest room?
1 2 3
It took fifty-six seconds before the buzzing increased again.
INCORRECT ANSWER
TRY AGAIN OR MOVE ON?
He should have moved on. The lights in the office dimmed after his second attempt.
INCORRECT ANSWER
The correct answer was room number 3.
YOU HAVE NOW SUBMITTED 5 WRONG ANSWERS. THE MAXIMUM LIMIT IS 15 BEFORE CERTAIN DEATH.
The screen began to flash up images of the most gruesome victims I could find on the net. Beheadings, road kill and mutilations. It went into a sixty-second loop, no doubt drilling into his brain.
ARE YOU READY TO CONTINUE?
NO.
Another buzz.
YES.
I didn’t say that Imran was given a fair chance, but he did have a slim one. Some of the questions were impossible and some had no correct answer at all. By now he had managed to get thirteen answers wrong. We were running our laptop on battery power and had turned all of the lights off in the office. I activated the camera on his computer. We watched Imran wiping the screen. He was dripping with sweat.
I paused the game. Another twenty minutes and he would be ready to play again. Norman and I popped out for a quick drink in the bar two streets away.
It was Norman, not me, that noticed the time, but I still blame him. One is never enough for that man. When we got back to the office Imran was still on the screen but only his forehead and hair were visible, some of the blisters had already burst. He was trying to kick his way out of the box.
I restarted the game and answered the next question for him, incorrectly of course, that’s when the second last sunbed tube buzzed into
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