The Final Contestant

Kespan

Father, husband, software engineer, and aspiring writer.


They called it The Game. Every month a new round began, drawing thousands of competitors. Most were insane, or simply suicidal. Its ten deadly traps, called Levels, had claimed their millionth victim just last month. The billion-dollar prize was seductive for those without hope. It was win, or die trying.

Nobody ever won, of course. Few even made it past the first Level. There were exceptions - a year ago, a woman from Iowa left her family behind and entered The Game. She got to Level Six, and her widowed husband got a book deal out of it.

I never knew of my dad's obsession. He never talked about it, never read the monthly results in the paper. So I was stunned when I saw the bold headline on the news one morning: JACK FRY COMPLETES LEVEL 9.

In the following weeks, I retreated from society, from interviews and movie deals. I spent my days studying my dead father's extensive notes, the scribblings of a madman. The Game was a disease. Our society was sick, and there was only one cure - I had to end it all.


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Jae

Jae

So, this is book jacket material.

  • Posted 3 months ago
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Kespan

Kespan

I'm confused - is that good? To be fair, the synopsis on a dust jacket would typically make decent flash fiction, given its length..

  • Posted 3 months ago
Jim Stitzel

Jim Stitzel

Intriguing!

  • Posted 3 months ago
Jae

Jae

Yes, Kespan. Good in the sense that I would have expected to find this on a published book.

  • Posted 3 months ago
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