The Game

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The game had gone well, better than he had expected. Aside from a few commenters, he did not think anyone really visited his site. He did not realize the size of his fan base until after he saw the news when the game was over. So many people played, so many died.

Two weeks ago, Jeremy was playing one of his many video games, running over computerized pedestrians for points. Earning “real” points, unlike the points always joked about when he is in the car with his friends. Jeremy had always wondered what the world would be like if there was an actual point system for pedestrians.

Jeremy stopped his playing for a moment and gave the point system serious thought. After all, an advanced student ought to be able to come up with a decent point system and structure for the game. He would make old people worth the most because they have lived their lives and they are now a monumental waste of money, time, and space. Fat and ugly people should be second and third, so as to rid the world of scum and stench. Besides that, fat people take up valuable medical resources. And ugly people would probably kill themselves anyway because no one cares about them.

Jeremy thought about the great service he would be doing for America…no, the whole world. He would help Earth regain some of her majestic beauty when he rid the world of the vile and putrid scum. He could even clean up the homeless epidemic. He would turn them into bonus points. And extra five points if your ugly person is also homeless.

Jeremy grabbed his book bag and wrestled out a notebook. He started jotting things down. He didn’t want too many details in his notes. He could not risk his mother finding out. She was too weak to assist with his genius. She once grounded him for cleaning the air of a foul and acrid odor. This nerdy kid at school smelled bad. And even though everyone knew the boy could not swim, Jeremy shoved him the pool to wash the boy in the chlorinated water. Jeremy’s mother was so weak that she grounded him for three weeks and was too weak minded to fight back when the school suspended him.

Jeremy thought about his game some more. He had to think of a way to discourage killing the youthful and attractive. He wanted to absolutely no children involved. Some ugly children grow up to be gorgeous and Jeremy could not take that chance. He decided he knew what to do and tossed the notebook aside and opted for his laptop. After half an hour of searching, Jeremy finally found the right place to host his site and his game. He posted:

THE GAME
Attention all readers, a new game will begin in two weeks on May 20th. The game can be played between the hours of 8 o’clock PM and 1 o’clock AM. The game will have to be on the honor system, obviously. You will report your points on the points page I have created. Points will be as follows:
Elderly………………..30 points
Fat……………………….20 points
Ugly……………………..10 points
Homeless….5pt bonus added to any of the above
Youthful……………..…-10 points
Pretty……………………-20 points
Child…………………….-100 points
As you can see, children cost you a lot of points, they are just too young to be a problem or to be involved.

You are free to hit as many as you like in the five hour window. You must hit them with a motorized vehicle and it must be a significant hit or the points will not count. There will be no double points. This means that you cannot hit a person twice and get more points. Even if the first hit did not kill them.

Let’s have a blast as we work together and rid our streets of the vile and useless citizens and improve our economy!

Over the next two weeks, visitors to the site seemed few. He only had three comment and they were insulting. They all said that this was a sick joke. One of them even said Jeremy should be locked up. He thought for sure his game would be a huge failure, so he decided not to play.  He did not want to be the only one in the world playing the game. But then May 21st came.

MAY 21

 “Good morning folks,” a news broadcaster broke into the Saturday morning kid shows that Jeremy was flipping through. The annoying interruption was on nearly every channel and his mother made him stay on one channel to see what the broadcast was about.

“We have tragic news this morning. Last night between the approximate hours of eight o’clock PM and one o’clock AM there was a series of hit and runs across the US and parts of Europe. It’s estimated that there are more than 5,000 deaths related to this organized crime series; with as many as 30,000 injured or in critical condition. The FBI is working with various local police departments to find the source of what they believe to be an organized terrorist attack. There are no concrete suspects as of yet, but we will keep you posted as we learn more.

The news stayed on for another twenty minutes with anchors discussing the crimes. Jeremy’s mother called her sister, exclaiming how frightening terrorists are.

Jeremy was irritated and muttered under his breath, “I am not a terrorist, I am a savior!”

His mother’s eyes blinked in astonishment and tears fell. Jeremy saw the look and met it with a glare before climbing the stairs to his room. He decided to pull up his website and could not believe his eyes.

There was a multitude of comments, good comments. He thought the news might have been a coincidence or fluke until this very moment. Jeremy went to the points page. There was no way he could add up all those points, but guessing from the average number posted and the amount of posters, there had to be well over a million points earned last night. He decided it was time to post a new game.

He posted the same rules and point system as before, the date for Saturday, June 4th. This time there would be more hours, more day time hours. People complained in the comments about not getting the old people because they were not out that late. So Jeremy made the hours noon to midnight. After posting the game, Jeremy decided to go down stairs. However, he could hear his mother on the phone.

“Please don’t hurt my baby. I think he is involved somehow, but I am sure he didn’t mean it.” Then his mother paused before saying, “Yes, that’s our address.”

Jeremy crept back upstairs, his only thought, “I need to add a point value for the weak before the cops get here.”

THE END

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