The Game

When your number came up, you had to play. That was the rule. When you played there was a 50/50 chance of winning. The prize was everything. If you lost, well, nobody ever wanted to lose.

Spiro didn’t even want to play. The minute his number came up he was on his toes. He drove 500 miles into the Alaskan tundra and shacked up in a hut. Utterly inaccessible, he still knew they’d come knocking one day.

When they did the Gamemaster was accompanied by a film crew, the whole shebang.

‘You can have the first move,’ he said, beaming.