rebellion was common amongst the oppressed; or atleast the ones who thought they’d been screwed over in a situation they put themselves in, in this case.

that’s how you ended up here; tens of other guards laying motionless on the concrete floor breathing their last breaths as you tried to defend your own. bullets ejecting from the end of your gun as you gunned down nameless players - feeling a bit elated that their magazine clips were bare of bullets. after all, there was a rule of order that needed to be maintained.

your finger hovered over the trigger as you cornered player 246, a hint of hesitation in your form as he begged for his life.

“please save me,” he backed away with trembling limbs, the prior fight he held in his expression washing away like chalk when it rained, “i have a daughter..”

you huffed from under the mask, your ignorance of his life truly showing as you put a bit of pressure on the trigger. so do hundreds of other players.

he continued though, sensing he atleast had a few more seconds to live. “she has cancer! i’m trying to pay for her treatment.”