Exam Journals: Day 3

By Kat


The apocalypse has been raging on for three days now.The evil dictator who calls himself "Maths Teacher" has been plotting to bring us all down. I fear that his world-ending plans are  beginning to reach their terminal stage.
Despite how kind the leader seems to be, putting on a facade which speaks to subjects so nicely, I know the truth- he is hiding. He is concealing his true nature- the nature which will certainly bring about the end.
The dictator has enforced a strict regime on us. Each week, he will subject us to a "test" in which we either survive for another week, or fall into the malicious disease he has spread, called "The Failzone". All of the survivors who are still left are dreading what may come next, as each week the difficulty of these "tests" increases exponentially. What started off as a breeze has now turned into a living hell, and more and more of our surviving groups are collapsing as more and more succumb to the deadliness of "The Failzone", experiencing severe symptoms such as paranoia, subconscious visions and mental breakdowns as we walk into the chemicals' welcoming arms.
Insomnia before the "test" each week has spread, and I fear that "Math Teacher"'s plans have reached us. He threatens to break us all, and despite only being on the second "test" of what could be a perpetual journey, I fear I am slipping. I fear that my time is short, and soon I too could succumb to his plans.
Our leader has reduced us to pleading. Sometimes, he introduces a kindly gesture just to prove himself to us. He calls it "scaling", and through this sometimes allows members of our dwindling society to survive one week longer. But his kindness runs out, and I feel as if the truth will hit us soon. No longer will we be subject to kindly gestures, for he will soon reveal his true nature. It is beginning to show already, bit by bit, and even at nights we can hear his evil chuckle echoing in our crazed minds.
He claims to have an antidote to the disease we all know he created. A small vial labelled "redemptium oxide" sits on the table in his grand hall. It is said to be administered to all those currently in "The Failzone", but I doubt that those who experience it once will ever be the same again.
I still remember when I was a child, first introduced to the regime of the governmental entity of the "Mathematical Labour Party". I would never have expected what it has become. These people have become corrupt, and now sustain us with cruel evaluative methods which tear us all down, whether we survive or not.
Time is running short. Tomorrow the results of this week's fated "test" will return. I sincerely hope I will still be here 24 hours from now.