Hello, and welcome to the one-year anniversary edition of The Survival Game! This edition marks precisely one year, to the minute, since the first ever Survival Game began.
The basic premise is that you are thrown into a situation in which you must survive. Simple, huh?
After a brief description of how you got into your situation and what is there, you must decide what to do.
I assume you all know the drill by now. This edition will play similarly to the first five. As an aside, this edition was inspired by, and is very loosely based upon, an episode of Macgyver.
WARNING: The nature of this game is likely to offend you for one of two reasons; one reason will apply if you are a devout Christian, and the other will apply if you believe anything else. Those reasons will become apparent by the end of this post, and you should know that the rest of the game will be of a similar nature to this part, so if you are offended by it it is recommended that you leave now.
Location Unknown - Time Unknown
"You must awaken and approach..."
Time. Space. Light. Sound. Feeling. Thought. All these things seem to be missing. At least the last one is beginning to return.
And... can you... hear...? No... that voice... it isn't a sound... it's just... part of you...
But... who is it...? Who are you...? Where are you...? The last thing you remember is... the boat...
And there it is... you remember everything... But.... how can this be? You can't be... you can't be dead, can you...?
What was previously nothingness as far as vision goes is now a blinding white light. You try to close your eyes, but they don't even seem to be open. You notice feeling returning to you. Sort of. Not like before... there is not a single element of discomfort in how you are lying... you can feel that you are lying on your back, arms by your sides. You feel the ground; perfectly flat, perfectly smooth, perfectly temperate...
That is the next logical step, yes. But you want to feel around a little more. You feel for clothing. It would appear that you are wearing a tight-fitting suit, which encases your feet and entire body up to your neck. It is faultlessly comfortable. There is no breeze, not the slightest atmospherical imperfection.
You're working on it. You try to open your eyes again, but cannot seem to. The blinding white light conitnues to invade your irises. You can just begin to move now. You slide your arms back and forth, slowly, as if you were making a snow angel. You can feel that the uniform evenness of the ground does not cease.
Your entire body suddenly jerks twice in succession. You decide it is time to get up. Or, rather, time to arise. You roll onto your stomach and push yourself up onto your knees. You plant one foot, and then the other, and stand. You still cannot see anything except the light. You move your hands to your eyes and open them with your fingers. Suddenly, your eyelids don't feel heavy anymore. You can open and close them freely now. You blink rapidly and the white light slowly recedes. Now all that remains is darkness. You look down and cannot see even your hands in front of your face.
You look around. You try to shout out but the words do not form. You cannot even hear your own breathing, or the light patter of your feet as you walk around the plane of darkness. But then... a faint pinprick of light. You can just make it out in the distance. You're sure it exists; any visual imperfections you had before are now gone. You begin to walk towards the light and pick up speed. You break into a jog, and then a run, and then a sprint.
You do not begin to feel in the least bit tired, even after sprinting at full speed for several minutes. The light has grown now. You take a few minutes more, but eventually become very close to the source of light and stop. You collapse to your knees, hang your head, and wait. Then, after several minutes...
"You are aware of your situation?" the voice asks. It is different now, and no longer in your head, but outside, and in the form of sound. It is a genderless voice, an ageless voice, a flawlessly smooth voice. You raise your head.
"I..." you begin, "I... what...?"
"You are dead." the voice announces.
"No... no, I can't..." you start, but then you remember the ship, the flooding, the dismemberment... It is actually very likely that you are dead. "I'm... dead?"
"Yes," the voice says. It stops, as if waiting for you to realise something. You continue staring into the white light. It entrances you. It doesn't flicker in the slightest. It is utterly without fault. You begin to think about your life. You run it over in your head in its entirety. The voice waits patiently. Then...
"Oh, crap..." you remember. You suddenly realise that the fact that you can even think means that one of the very fundamnetal values that you held close to your heart during your life was insanely wrong, in every sense of the phrase.
You were an atheist.
"'Oh, crap,' indeed," the voice booms. It seems less understanding now, and is actually rather frustrated. It is also much louder. The white light has now turned a deep shade of red.
"I... uh..." you frantically try to search for something to say that may help you out of your situation. "F... forgive me father, for I..."
"Cut the crap!" bellows the surprisingly profane voice. "You have denounced your faith in me, and must pay the ultimate price..." You feel strangely honoured as you realise that God himself has come to condemn you.
"...ETERNITY IN HELL!"
You feel yourself drawn towards the light somehow. As your balance receptors kick in, you realise that the entire plane on which you have been kneeling is becoming tilted towards the light. Flames explode and lick up from behind the light, which slowly fades and then disappears. You begin to slip towards the fiery pits of hell itself, unsure of quite what to do with yourself.
What DO you do?
A: Accept your fate and slide down into the fire.
B: Try to run directly away from the fire, up the slope.
C: Try to run laterally away from the fire, across the slope.
D: Shout out something. (SIP)