Snippet #2146522

(i'm back. i'm sorry for everyone's character who i didn't accept quickly enough. I've been EXTREMELY busy, and when i mean extremely, i mean EXTREMELY busy. thank you for everyone who continued the roleplay while i was gone. Now, let's get to the meat of this roleplay, shall we?)

Charity continued to stare out the window. Her friends, Susan and Maryanne stood beside her, but Charity couldn't speak a word to them. A dream. That's what this was. Charity was still on the bus. She was still riding on the bus to London for the trip. It only made sense. It only made sense until the lights in the room turned on, and men in army uniforms with large machine guns started to walk into the room.

"EVERYONE UP!!!" one of the men shouted. Without hesitation, all the students stood. The guns were being pointed at them. "AWAY FROM THAT WINDOW!!!" the man spoke again, this time, to Charity and the other kids around her. They quickly backed away. The atmosphere became more tense by the minute.

Suddenly, a man entered through the doorway. It was Mr. Gamba, a homeroom teacher of the 9nth grade class in Christo Academy. According to the children, Mr. Gamba always had on a merry smile, but this time, his face was stern.

There was a sudden silence. Most of the students jaws dropped, including Charity's.
"Good evening, class." he started. "Now please pay attention to..."
"Mr. Gamba, where the hell are we?!?" said Maryanne. She was known for exclaiming random things in the middle of class.
"Maryanne, I've had enough of you talking during a lesson. This is the last straw." Mr. Gamba said aloud, anger burning in his eyes.
This seemed to shut Maryanne up.
"Now, as i was about to say before, please pay attention to the lesson i am about to give you. It is important." he said, walking towards the chalkboard behind him.
It almost seemed as if he knew what to do, as if he had done it a million times before.
He wrote 'the BR Act' on the chalkboard. He turned to face the class. Some people started to shiver, even though the room was warm.
"The BR Act was passed in 1947. This program was held in Japan, and as the world started to become more and more corrupt, the head honchos started to realize that we needed to do something. We needed to stop this....corruptness." he stared across the room, looking directly into the eyes of each child.
"And so, the BR Act spread across the world. Now, 175 countries compete in the game. This is the...."
"Mr. Gamba, what game?" Martin, a know-it-all kid in the class said. Mr. Gamba sighed, rolled his eyes, and continued to speak.
"The game is simple. You kill each other off. Until one remains."
Gasps. Jaw drops. Everyone started to whisper around the room.
"SILENCE!!!!" Mr. Gamba shouted. The class obeyed.
He continued, "This class is lucky, because you will be competing in the 3000th game of Battle Royale. For you, it means that you'll be in the most danger out of any of the other kids who have competed in these games. For me, it means that I have the pleasure of watching you all embarass yourselves, your friends, your family, and the world. But if you fight well, you just may prove to the world that you mean something."
Charity's eyes shifted around the room. She couldn't take it all in. This is when she realized the two new people in the room. They were never in the Christo Academy class before.
"Any questions before we watch the video?" Mr. Gamba asked. Charity wanted to know if she was dreaming, but she didn't ask that question. Instead, she looked at her friends, and clenched her fists tightly, making her knuckles go white.