Games

Leaving every night has become normal to me now. When I wake up somewhere else, it's like I'm in a game. I can take over the world. Become rich. Fight an army. Then wake up, safe and sound, in my bed.

That's what last night felt like again, a game.  I awoke in a small tribe. There was snow, cold, lack of resources, war, ect. It was winter, and this was a small tribe. This tribe was in the harshest land in an already tough place. This tribe was small as I said, the smallest. But it wasn't small just because of the lack of resources, harsh weather, and war. That was only a small part. The reason why this tribe was so small... was because it was a tribe of assassins. Their training was intense; only the strongest survived. As soon as I opened my eyes while laying in the snow, they heard me breathing. The whole village seemed to be upon me in moments. I would have been made a slave, if it weren't for my "superior skill" in "infiltrating" the camp. Apparently they thought I got in there intentionally.

Anyway, they trained me as one of them. The most advanced piece of technology they had was metal blades it seemed. That was the same for all the tribes in this area. I'm guessing we were either in northern Russia area or Greenland. I really don't know. But there were no flamethrowers with the ice this time. It was my job to "soften" the enemy tribes. It seemed like an arcade game. At one point, in order to get close to their chief in time, I had to allowed myself to be captured by a large tribe. I was escorted by about a dozen warriors in full combat gear, and they had taken all my weapons and armor. The only allowed me to keep my boots and basic clothes. It was cold without all my other coats and gear on! I was then brought into a tent that had at least another two dozen warriors inside and surrounding it. Once I saw the chief, game over for them. Within five minutes, over 30 warriors, and their chief, lay dead. I came back home in the garments of a king after than mission.

In case you happen to be wondering why our tribe didn't just go out and defeat all the tribes at once, it's because we were highly outnumbered. The smallest of tribes had at least a dozen families. And by family, I don't just mean a father, mother and a few kids. I mean the great grandparents, their siblings, all of their kids, and their kids kids, and their kids kids kids. A single family, at times, could be comprised of over a hundred people. Sometimes a lot more. The larger tribe, like the one I just told you of in my story, contained over thirty families. Some of these families were a lot smaller, meaning less then twenty people, but that's still a lot.

Our tribed had only three families. And these families were small. Every other tribe knew how dangerous we were, so we could never stay in one place or else all the tribes would find us and wipe us out. We were the only thing that united them. Even against the smallest of tribes were outnumbered at least ten to one. And there were dozens of tribes. It sure did make battles interesting...

That's all for today. I can't wait to go to sleep tonight...