They sent in the rockets. They blew it to bits, a 30 second evac time. And then it was gone.

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1 It was the year of 2016, the year that we got a new president, the year that my hometown was destroyed, and the year that my life was destroyed. This is my journal, that will be wrote until my final words. I guess i should start when the elections came. We had a lot of runners for it. We had Miley Cyrus, Hillary Clinton, Bill Nye, and Jun Senoue. Well it ended up being a long voting season, with the whole electoral votes gone and now just percentages. 1% For Miley, 2% for Hillary, Bill with 50%, and 17% for June. So now all non educational music is banned and thats where my problems started. My name is Zeon Kenichi, I'm 5 foot 9, I play the saxophone, I am an A honor roll student, and i'm in a jiffy. It was over. The fact was that not only was I in a tragedy, I may have been dead. Of course you'd know if you were dead or not. When the CIA cut funding, they cut funding.

2 They sent in the rockets. They blew it to bits, a 30 second evac time. And then it was gone. We were trapped though, and thats when I found out why funds were cut. There was a lab. In the lab was a Jukebox. When I found a copy of Monster Madness 2015 I put it in. I was transported, but that was the beginning of a long story. When I was in it I found the weirdest thing ever. I was in a place I knew was not near me. It was a broken shack that when I went in shut the door. It was then sealed with cylinder and all the furniture removed. I was put into a room, with a single jukebox. It was a jukebox that had a search engine. I searched What is Love by Haddaway. I was then asked to press the coin button. I searched Symphony of Destruction by Megadeth and same thing. I found a list on the side. It was a list to eliminate all the artists who gave good to the music community. And to all the ones who hurt it, where to be given a bigger audience. I had to save The Beach Boys! They shall not die! My first stop was The beach boys first concert, With all the lights and colorful clothes I was freaking out. Ia wasnt dressed, and I could see where they had positioned their sniper. I picked it up, clicked a button, and I found it was a drum stick. Pocketing it I remembered to never use it ever. I slowly found myself keeping them and made my way to 1985, electric avenue. Here I found a bazooka, that turned into a mini saxophone. I was shocked on the next one. It was the 1994 Concert for beat it. Michael jackson, Whom at this time had been dead, so I was shocked. In MJ s Dresser was a bomb, that was turned into a mini drum. Even though I had saved three lives, I had tons to cover.

3 I was soon enough on my way to the next stop. On my way I was dumbfounded that the door, it was closed. It had a lock, no way to the real world. So my exact time frame was gone. I could go up a day or down, but the door to my day, was gone. So was the others, but the year It got weirder when I entered the room that was open. It closed behind me. I was locked in, and the jukebox and paper were in front of me. I was shot in my side. 2 hours 2 days 2 deaths. They were the deaths of those who made music that did neither good or bad to society in terms of music. And now, with them stopped, their is one name on the list. Mine. The year 2020 when I release my first This was the life of a hero, who didn't get his life right. Everyone who writes their story dies. No one will live through this life. As myself, the truth now known, John Walker, speaks, I am haunted by the sins of this lifetime. Hunting down humans is the way of sins. You see I am one of the ones. And this is the end of this cougarlot life. Though my mission was complete, I will still die. A cougarlot only lives while his master lives, and soon I will be dead, and then, the world is dea This diary has been removed by the ARP-American Rebellion Police. Zeit fur die Music. LONG LIVE ARP. Though then I realised, I was dreaming this. The school, the government, it was all a controller. If I can break free, break this story, break everyone's story. It won't be left. Ill start anew, with this. October, 9/2029. That was the year that the world ended. The 3 of us, me, Chang and Kash were there.the small town of VinesGrove and its surrounding states

4 were quickly swooped up by the Hefting Federation. A large United Kingdom breakaway. There main country happens to be Russia, and they have bases in Iraq, South korea, North Korea, Venezuela, multiple in africa and asia, and one in Boonville. Each army leads a force of 25,000. They swooped in by a swarm tactic, sending 5 thousand in each direction, and 5 thousand to town hall. Those who fought were killed, but those who let it happen were taken to the large city of Variance. Those who died were better off than us. The reason they captured us was for hostile entertainment. We were told those who don't participate die, those who do have a better chance of living. They would place us in a arena, a abandoned building, and we would fight to the death. A 3v3 game, whoever is alive when all 3 on one team are dead win. An advance on too the second round. Our age group, 12, is filled with of us are going to die, maybe more. Hopefully less. But even with that the first of us start. We were blindfolded and dropped in a old complex. I can see the other team, three 13 year olds, through a hole, behind glass. When we heard the buzzer indicating the start we all broke off running, the starting matched have no weapons. You made them from staplers and broken chairs. 30 mins of team work and no one has a weapon, but they split up. One guy came over and grappled on me, and I threw him off and put my hand on his shoulder, breaking it, and the other on her neck, until my friend stuck a chair leg in his arm. Then he begins to hit him over and over in the face until she goes pale, his friend runs but is stopped in her tracks when a grease fire is started. Burnt to a crisp, she is shrieking. Her other friend was put down by the complex falling over. We could have escaped. We went through the next 5 rounds in a breeze, none of them listening to us. We finally figured out who may be a problem, and its no fun. But then, on round 10, we found out that the twists are coming. The first twist is that were moving arenas, now the ones will have Traps, after a while they will start mixing teams, 6 vrs of us are dead right now. The new arena is so

5 much worse than we thought it'd be, Kash almost lost a foot to a bear trap, Chang almost lost a hand to a spear. Myself, I was stuck in the leg with a wooden rod, which caused major bleeding. Quickly, I threw a stapler and knocked out my enemy, and they bleed to death. We managed to watch the next rounds cause of our wins. But in the next game will we be able to survive? I find soon that it was all a virtual reality. I woke with wires to my brain. I saw the man in charge looking at me with a distinguished look. Welcome back Zeon, or project X I hope that you had a fun ride. Where do you wish to die?