In the end there were 3 of us left, only three. It started with twenty-six, within minutes it was nineteen. I’m nineteen, what do I know about the world around. By the time it came to eight the competition had got tough. I wasn’t in to win, I do not contest, I lack that quick spirit, I am not game-some, yet here I am, a rank holder, even if I lose out, but why should I lose out? I have to be strong. I hope the next game is the one with the spiders, or the drowning simulation, or the one where you have to set yourself ablaze. I hope its not the one where it hurts your testicals or the puking one or the bloody meatball. Here comes the Conductor, what is it going to be…. oh crap, this ones worse!!