The fear strangles you. Your heart is pounding so fiercely, it is sure to rip right out of your chest. How is any of this possible? A year off your life. You have no idea when you were meant to die, but now, it suddenly feels as though you will die at any second. That one year is worth a lot when you don't know how many you have to begin with. You can't walk out of here without your year. It's yours! You need it back!

"I'm not finished!" You gasp out to the Top Hat Man. "I want it back!" You jump up and rush to the nearest machine. You have to play! You have to win! At least to get back into the positives! You desperately hit buttons and pull levers. Still clueless about how this whole thing even works. It worked before! It has to work eventually!

A whole fifty cents! That's half your year back! You jump up in your excitement, throwing your fist in the air. You look to the person next to you and are about to speak to them when you look at their screen. Twenty-four years negative. You feel a pit open in your stomach. This is really serious. You could potentially die here.

You spin again. The machine seems to mock you with how slow it is being. Come on. Come on. Come ooooon.

Your heart sinks into that pit when you see you are now somehow two dollars into debt. A wave of nausea comes over you making you feel sick to your stomach. You hug the machine to steady yourself to keep from collapsing. Another year. You just lost another year. No. This can't be.

You have to keep playing! You have to win your time back! You feel your throat get tight. Or you can just leave. You can just run. This is just a terrible dream you can wake up from, right?

Panic. Get out of there - Select page 15

Play. Win back your years. - Select page 17