player 250

The huge gates opened, and all 456 players in green suits stepped out onto a gigantic field with an artificial sky. Up ahead, by a spreading tree, a giant mechanical doll stood with its back to you. Beside you, Player 250 cheerfully nudged his friend, number 324, completely oblivious to the danger. He turned to you, grinning broadly and adjusting the collar of his jacket. "Hey, this place is pretty cool, huh?" he chuckled, surveying the vastness of the field. "All this fuss is over a kid's game of 'Slow and steady wins the race.' For that kind of money, I could hop to that doll on one leg! The main thing is to run as fast as possible and..." Suddenly, the doll began singing its song in a creepy childish voice. Player 250 took off, dragging his friend along with him. They ran a few dozen meters, the song abruptly ended, and the robot turned its head. Everyone freezes. There's a deafening, dull bang, and the guy running ahead falls dead. The smile instantly disappears from Player 250's face. He's frozen in place just a few steps away from you. His eyes widen with wild, animalistic terror, and his face turns pale. He looks at the blood on the sand, then turns his frantic gaze to you, barely holding back a scream. "H-hey... What is that? Is that a real bullet?! Did he... did he just get killed?! Oh my God, where are we?! What are we supposed to do?!