On a fateful day in 2007, when our world seemed to be at peace, one single event transpired which would change the world forever. It was the day when six ordinary men came face to face with madness itself. It was this day when the lives of the six ordinary young college students were to change forever, for they would awake to experience the twisted reality of the world around them, painted in pools of blood and mayhem, the aftermath of the ultimate nightmare.
With the tumultuous winds of time finally dying down, the men would make the fatal decision to embark on a quest for control; to eliminate the one who brought them to this state of living, this fractured world which seemed to be losing its sanity.
With the blood of the fiend and its disciples still fresh in their minds and in their eyes, in the hands of the living and the restless, in the grip of the six, their fate shall soon unfold in the grave reality in which they now stand, in the hands of the six; the fate of the last man standing in the chapatin twister.
But before we begin
The six ordinary young men stood before the gates of the main city. These lone men, fresh out of college and standing before the gate of the city were the only hopes and futures of their respective families and loved ones.
Arriving at the points of their lives, these six young men all were exposed to the blood and bone-chilling reality of their own survival. Danger and sheer terror sprung to their faces as they shoved the gates open and entered the city. The city was like a hurricane, surrounded by walls and fences, and larger than life construction. Small towns, buildings and small roads lined the vast, steel pipelines that led to the center of the city.
Finally entering the city, the men went in search of shelter and rest. The men ventured in and out of the city in search of a safe house and finally found one in the city. "Jin, Don, Lavi, Micah, Jack and Rand," the six men forgot their names and lost their identity in the endless turmoil of the search.
They were left with nothing to do but wait. To wait, to wait for the man, for the head of the beast that brought living hell into their lives. "What was his name? What did the man look like?" Jin tried to remember.
"I think his name was Henry," Lavi said. "Henry Price" stated Jin.
"A name is not important now Lavi." Rand said. "Let us worry about the present, the future and the past later. We have to wait for something to happen."
"But what if something happens to us? We will probably die." Micah said. "There is no way of knowing if anything may happen to us, but the past is over and nothing else needs to happen to us. We are lucky to be alive." Rand said.
"You all will realize that one day that there is no such thing as luck. Luck is something created for someone, but it is often created for someone else. Luck is something created by thinking, by planning on the possibilities of the future. Luck is something that will not exist in the reality of what the future has in store for us."
"This is all about role playing in the game of death!" stated Jin. "While we are alive, we must act in the way that it seems logical to act. If we act so that it will bring death to us, the realities of life will become our reality, and our reality will become our reality in life itself. We cannot escape reality so easily."
"Well, maybe not, but I do not think we should plan for our death. But, thinking about it, what would cause a death? What did this man look like?" asked Lavi.
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