“Save the
trees!”
Paul Bunyan*
#quote
Today was the
last school club meeting for my fun, nerdy club about all the
Japanese stuff and whatnot. At least for awhile. But I'll be seeing
them next semester in mid-January. Fun news is that CJ will be coming
over tomorrow if everything goes according to my evil plans. Anyway
onto the flash fiction!
Is That Your
Fatal Answer?
“Now
contestants, onto the next question!” The host sat in a chair on a
floating platform far above the pit the contestant's were all trapped
in. He wore a sadistic, smug grin and clean black suit. The last two
contestants wore the blood of the others, usually the dead. The
audience cheered from bleachers above the pit. On towers above sat
snipers.
“It's your
turn Tom. It's only a few minutes till the end of the show we'll give
you an easy one. To make sure you can finish your opponent. After all
you want your freedom and we all want to see one last bullet!” The
host waved his arms in the air to excite the crowd. He looked at the
cameras to make sure they could get a few good shots of his face
before they zoomed in on the contestants.
Tom knew the
other contestant. Brittany. A teenager brought here based on a simple
graffiti charge. Guess they just wanted a young girl in the pit for
this week's show and brought her.
“Alright Tom,
since this is the final question is a fatal question. Now
what's fifty plus fifty?”
The crowd
started cheering, “Fatal answer, fatal answer, fatal answer!”
“Two,” Tom
responded.
The host
flinched, “Is t-that your fatal answer?” The crowd grew silent.
“Yes.”
“Y-your
incorrect,” after the host said this Tom was shot and Brittany
walked free. Because of this live TV moment where a criminal sacrificed
himself the government propaganda of the time that supported these
kind of punishments began being questioned and it began to snowball.
It took a decade, but Fatal Questions, Fatal Questions, was
canceled permanently.
No comments:
Post a Comment