[ WP ] You are granted each wish in the form of an enemy

*bing! * The door opened to the now-familiar battlefield. I breathed in the air, stale and musty. It felt soothing, like the way an old pair of boots make a certain sound when you put then on. I looked up at the scoreboard, and it read `` Player One:0 Player Two:0 Player Three:0... and so on for about sixty seconds of scrolling text. That was odd, never had to face more than one opponent before. 
 
 Then the announcer crackled onto the speakers imbedded into the suit, `` And now they battle for eternal life! As you know, only one wish can be granted to the winner! Seventy-three contestants wished for it at the same time! Let's see who wins!'' 
 
 The veil slowly moved down, and the giant arena stretched for what seemed eternity. I looked down and saw other cubes, each with a contestant in a brightly colored suit wearing a collar. If you hit them with your baton, the collar killed them. Survive the encounter, get a wish. This was going to be a lot harder than I thought. 
 
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 *Five... * As the announcer counted down from five, my mind started to wander a bit. It felt good to just..loosen my mind for a split-second and ease the tension that I felt; then refocus to a razor sharp point. In that split second I felt a twinge of horror, that just days ago I'd been in school reading books and being bored. It was a hot day in May, the teacher telling students to settle down and that the lessons were still important, which was a lie because they already covered all the material in the book, and I just looked at the cool breeze rustling the trees outside. I remember a flash, summer heat lightning but it looked greenish. It was weird, but I was also dozing so I chalked it up to sleepiness. I rubbed my eyes and looked around the classroom. 
 
 *Four... * 
 It was n't my classroom. It was a cube, about five feet long by seven feet tall. The walls were white, blindingly so, and a voice echoed through the space. `` Initializing training program...'' Almost lazily, the door shuddered open and a robot was standing before me. It reached down with a whirr and clicked something into my neck, then moved into the back corner of the room, a good thirty feet away. I felt a sharp stab into the back of my neck, and a tingly sensation along my spine. It was like my back lost feeling for a second. The robot clicked away and started to him with energy, `` Training sequence beginning in..'' 
 
 *Three... * 
 `` Two, one..'' And it started to slowly advance towards me. I raised my hand and a baton materialized. I was a little shocked, but given the circumstances I could n't exactly appreciate the weirdness of that, and watched the robot's movements as it approached. It shambled, like a zombie, and the servos were really straining to keep the robot stable. I listened and just, I ca n't explain it better but I experienced the moment with my senses. The robot was going to break down in exactly two seconds, so I moved quickly away from it. The smoke billowed from it, and within the crackling fire I heard a tinny, static-filled error message. I touched the robot with my baton and it seemed to vanish. `` Training complete''. I was n't exactly sure what was going on, but I was lead by flashing green lights to the next area. 
 
 *Two... * 
 The next area was the same as the training area. White walls, bland floors, and an empty floorspace. It was an arena, to be sure, but I stared at the far wall in confusion. Why was I here? I heard a metallic click, and an announcer's voice echoed through the air. `` The wish to fight a weaker opponent..'' And the transmission cut off. The far wall started to slide down, revealing a copy of the room I was standing in. There was another person, much bigger than myself, facing me. He was wearing a bright, glowing pink outfit. I kinda laughed at this, dude wearing pink is n't really scary no matter how large he is. 
 
 *One... * 
 I readied myself, watching his movements. His left foot was being favored a bit, meaning he'd be slower on that side. His hands were bruised, this guy was definitely a fighter. But a fighter on the mend, looking for an easy target. I knew to get on his left and strike him in the armor, I do n't know how..but I knew. It happened so fast, he face went blank and he collapsed instantly. 
 
 *Fight! * 
 I snapped back to the present, feeling the jitters of that first fight creep into my hands. I looked out at the mass of bodies, nobody thought I was a threat, a schoolboy with a baton was n't scary. I smirked, all I had to do was survive. Some went for the high score, others went for the kill when their target was distracted. Me, well, I just stayed out of the way. The battle fervor died down, and the pile of bodies I his behind quivered. I knew someone was making sure the bodies were all dead, so I quietly stepped away from the pile and then sprang into a short dash. I spun around to see a tired, aged man. He smiled kindly and said `` Ah, such a long time yet to have. Tell me, why would you want to live forever?'' 
 
 I thought for a moment, took a stride forward and answered his question. I struck my baton on his left arm, his left eye was blind. I picked that up when his right eye focused on me and his left stared blankly ahead. I felt pretty proud of myself at that moment. I looked up at the scoreboard and it said `` Player one victorious''. I smiled a big smile and walked back to my cube. I could live forever, now. I had time to plot the escape. It was perfect. 
 
 `` Round two starting in fifteen minutes,'' the computerized voice said, rather unhelpfully.
