He awoke, having no idea what was going on he yelled out for somebody to help him. He was in a metal box with no memories, wearing full black clothes, and a microphone on the roof of his cell. He had no idea where he was, or why he was there, and he didn’t want to stay.

  The man hollered out, “Let me out! Let me out of this room, this cell, this prison! Let me out, I don't want to be here! This place is empty, I hate it! If you can hear me, let me out!” The man’s cries for freedom were in vain, as no one responded. The man wandered around until he fell down from tears, and had given up.

  The man laid on the floor for hours, until he heard a ringing. The ringing hurt his ears, and he screamed in pain. The voice repeated the message to him as to all the other subjects.

  “This room is a prison. This prison is used for experimenting on new subjects of humanity to test limits of the human body and new technologies. You were made in a laboratory from advanced incubating technologies. This room is the perfect place to keep you as it is a white cell with nothing but the microphone, too high to reach.”

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  The man screamed out, not believing anything the voice said. It was a perfect prison, made to stop him from escaping, and he hated it. He screamed and screamed and screamed. The man couldn’t accept he was an experiment, and not a real human being born naturally, but instead made by an incubator in a laboratory.

  The man was in mental stress, and hated the entire prison. The prison was like a mental prison to him, instead of a testing site. The man went through the same tests, terrified of each one. However the grapple test was different for him.

  He walked out onto the platform terrified, knowing that he couldn’t deny the tests. The table lay there with the grapple on it, and he was provided with the instructions on how to use it. The man was the only one given instructions for this test.

  The man was terrified of this idea, and was afraid to even touch the grapple gun. He grabbed the grapple gun, and used it. He was pulled up, and realized a new fear. A fear of heights. He hated it even more than the previous tests, and was terrified of it. The man hated it.

  After this test, the man went on to the death games, and walked out onto the platform with the same information as the other subjects, and was afraid of death, afraid of killing, and afraid of what would happen in this test.