At the beginning of November last year we were lucky enough to attend a camp at Vertical Horizons in Taranaki.
Below is a piece of writing that was completed after we had taken part in a game called Armageddon.
Armageddon
From camp at vertical horizons
The brisk, refreshing, earthy air surrounds me as I
slowly skulk and look for the enriching canisters.
I have a small sliver of hope that I might find the much
sought after black canister, which is hidden somewhere inside the eerie bush- land.
As me and my companion traverse through, my feet get
tangled in the entwined vines, they are like rotting undead, clenching at my
feet so they can devour me.
I see someone
else trudging through the bush, but they could be a welcoming green
team mate?, or a red hostile enemy?, or possibly my blue quarry?,
as I observe, I notice it’s a green friend. I stand up and greet him with a
pleasant gesture, we speak and I ask if he has found any other canisters, he
directs me to the north-east and tells me to look for something red. As I
advance towards it I see a red player, I rapidly drop to the ground and wait in
silence.
But she spots me, I quickly get up and dash, I go in the
easterly direction, but I encounter an obstacle. The boundary, I run back into
the bush, but I get ensnared by three red players, and lose three lives.
As I walk, I hear something, a call: “hey! Over here!” I
head over to the direction. It’s a blue player that I tagged before, but she
has found the eminent black canister, I feel
thrilled that I found it. It is a good sign that things are finally going to
turn to my side.
Out of the silence, I hear a signifying horn. The game
is over, and so is the hunt. I depart the bush and
go into the intense light.
By Jay sheddan
