[ WP ] You and one random person from each country on earth , are inexplicably given dictatorial powers over your country of origin , with the only explanation being a note saying “ You have 4 years , do it right or face judgement ” .

The first few months were a bit of a struggle, figuring out communication tactics and confirming everyone else got the same message. But it was true nonetheless there it was, plain as day, hanging over the top of the large conference centre in bold letters. *Do it right or face judgement* Everyone knew the timeline, we just could n't figure out what to do. That's why we were gathered here after all. 
 
 For two years every one communicated but kept to their own countries, never bothering to help anyone else. It did n't work as well as we thought it might. The appointed person from Japan started the movement, they began helping other countries with their problems. Countries came together, stuff got done, trade routes were established... it just seemed too perfect. 
 
 194 out of 195 countries followed the unofficial movement of just helping one another. The 195th saw the flaw, with 8 months left in our collective term they called the meeting. Gathered in the conference centre, we listened to them drone on for a while about the peace we as a race managed to create. Everyone gave themselves a pat on the back, a job well done we all thought. Then they started pointing out the flaws, the unregulated gang formations and underground trade and trafficking. Upheaval of powers, the buying and paying off of the appointed, the seedy underbelly of peace. 
 
 After we all managed to calm down, they proposed their plan. They knew that the overlords would fail us for our efforts. We were no better off then when we started. They suggested we needed something to root for, something that would bring us together. An event we as a race could send to the stars and have us be feared for lightyears around. They proposed of a large scale game, volunteering their country's land as the grounds for which it would take place. A contest of strength, of wit, of human spirt and perseverance. It was terrifyingly beautiful, the room fell silent as the votes were cast. 
 
 193 - 2. The overwhelming results in favour of the game. Those opposed were excused from the game, but were left out of trade route discussions. The games would take 6 months to be constructed. Lasting 2 months or until all participants were either dead or one country's representative was left standing. They titled it simply,'The most dangerous game.' 
 
 The entire world became engrossed, they craved the raw human emotion and viciousness that the game brought forth. At the end of the games it was my country that stood victorious, he was welcomed back as a hero. A celebrity no one could touch, there were no protests, there were no wars. Everyone knew the stakes and no one could lie, they loved it. When the overlords came down, the looked upon us. No judgement was passed, we had succeeded. 
 
 We kept the game alive, eventually swaying even the 2 countries who refused. Year after year winners from around the globe being worshipped and adored. Year after year, I feel the pull of regret, wondering if this was truly the only way we could escape judgment. 
 
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