Floating in space just outside earth's atmosphere is a wooden spaceship, the “ship’ would be better described as a flying mansion with thrusters on each side facing out and a giant window facing the planet's surface.

Inside the spaceship, looking out the centre of the giant reinforced window gloating, stands a figure. The boy looks completely average but is known to be incredibly evil and is our rival. The boy thinks he has won but we have an answer for him.

I walk up to one of the four giant metal legs, heft it up over my shoulder, and throw the Eiffel Tower at the ship aiming straight for the window and boy.

A few seconds later just as the tip of the Eiffel Tower penetrates the glass I set off tons upon tons of explosives hidden inside of the struts of the Tower causing further damage to the ship and hopeful of getting the boy.

He, of course, doesn't just stand there and take it. Running away from the window as the glorified missile was travelling at him he got away from the brunt of the hit but unfortunately for him the explosion was hot on his trail.

Sprinting towards the back of the open space room he was in in the hopes of escaping, a classic, red curtained, theatre stage faces him. In addition to the regular seats, stacked on the stage are towers of chairs of two types, the normal black plastic stackable chairs and red cushioned seats.

Running up to the stage he hops from the top of the seats lined facing towards the stage onto the edge of the stage, leaping forward straight into the seats. In a show of dexterity just before he slams face first into the first tower he drops into a slide on the slick, waxed surface.

Sliding under and between the legs of the chairs instead of hitting a wall at the back of the room there is just a big hole that he falls out of and into open space before gravity starts pulling him towards the ground. The explosions just singing his hair and tapering off from the coldness of space.

Despite not wearing any kind of protective gear he is unaffected by space and the plummet to the earth.

On the surface outside there is a stage facing towards a human sized chess grid. Beside me in a square is a fold up chair and taped to the chair is an unmoving indistinct human, blindfolded, gagged, and a crown stabbed through their skull. The King.

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There are multiple Kings so me and others have to protect them from threats like someone currently in the air above us. From the sky, the boy, wearing a parachute, floats quickly towards the ground.

I sit down on a spare chair with the other six people to face the stage. A podium with someone unmoving, blindfolded, and with a cassette smashed through their mouth and teeth stands taped to it in the front and centre.

I sat through the seminar for an indistinct amount of time as I had fallen asleep from boredom.

I am woken up by a person next to me saying if it's too boring I could leave and they will fill me in later if I brought them back a drink.

Everything is now, but somehow always was, inside an auditorium.

Standing up yawning I exit through one of the two doors behind me that lead to a single rectangular shaped room with a double door exit in the middle of the wall.

Going through the double doors results in a giant museum-like building with a roof so high up that I can't see it beyond the shadows above me.

Walking down one of the minimalist hallways I come across a line waiting for the toilets. Waiting away from the line is someone I recognize, a girl I nicknamed eyes.

We go together up some stairs into a fake outside with fake grass and sky. A lone rectangular building that's more the size of a shed stands in the middle. Another longer line waits to enter this one.

We walk up to the entrance of the shed and wait right at the doors. Looking around I see that no one is around, we are the first in line. Lucky.

The doors are then unlocked and we both enter. Looking back as I shut the doors I see the super long line. Inside of the shed is slightly bigger with a solid white line separating the room in half lengthways.

I go to the back of the room and I am holding a racket, Eyes is too. On the ground between us is a thin hockey puck, decorated like a pog and changing design every time it is hit.

We both start at the same time, she gets the first hit off and almost crosses the line from momentum but manages to stop herself just short. The puck flying towards me at sleep is deftly hit back harder and faster.

Eyes not recovered from her overextension takes the puck to her right leg, shattering her tibia. A scoreboard connected to one of the smaller walls shows our points, mine shows as 001 and hers 000, and an x-ray of our skeletons. Her skeleton's right shin is coloured red.

Right below the scoreboard is a clear cylindrical tube on each side of our play areas, a play token with a crown stamped onto one of the faces of it falls into mine, the other side of the token obscured by the gate at the bottom of the cylinder that opens at the end of play.

Eyes gets up, standing as if her leg wasn’t just broken but still flinches slightly every time she puts weight on it, still burdening her and showing injury as normal.

We continue playing.