Description
Not all games are very fun, especially these ones. These games, known as The Acrylic Games, are deadly. A small acrylic gemstone in sewn into the skin of your arm, right near your shoulder, and you must collect ten of your own color in order to be able to go to the King of the games and offer them. Perhaps he'll simply take the gemstones from you and tell you to do it again, perhaps he'll keep you in his palace for the good job you did and protect you, but you aren't getting out, no one can escape. How do you earn these gemstones, how do you get them? Simple; murder. Rip them out of people's arms, it's as simple as that, it's very easy if you think about it. Of course, it would be easy for criminals to do that. But, not everyone sent there is actually a criminal by normal standards, oh no, dictatorships have much different standards. Such as children of protesters must be punished too, and overflowing orphans must be sent there too. It isn't going to be easy for those people, not at all. When a young boy, of barely age twelve, is sent to these games with his 'sister' due to an overflow in the orphanage, they're about to realize just how messed up their government is, and just how powerful the veil of ignorance truly is. Warning: This story contains (sometimes descriptive, sometimes not) gore and curse words, more tags may be added later.
The Opening of a Play
