Black Chalk by Christopher J. Yates Read Free Book Online

‘for an entirely original and inventive game.’ No one from Game Soc flinched. ‘But I can turn straight around right now, if you don’t think original and inventive ideas are your thing.’ He lifted his hands and made to leave.
    ‘Continue,’ said Tallest.
    ‘Six people, a number of rounds, each one separated by a week. A game of consequences, consequences which must be performed to prevent elimination. These consequences take the form of psychological dares, challenges designed to test how much embarrassment and humiliation the players can stand. Throughout the rounds players who fail to perform their consequences are eliminated until only one is left standing.’
    Jolyon moved forward to stand shoulder to shoulder with his friend. ‘The game takes place in utter secrecy,’ he said, joining in and feeling it was important to mention secrecy early on in the sell.
    ‘Yes, complete secrecy is vital,’ said Chad.
    ‘Success within such a game would rely upon a mixture of luck and skill,’ said Jolyon, ‘just like in the real world.’ And then he reflected upon the analogy, this being the first time he had thought of it. Yes, he liked it, a game of life.
    ‘Each player will be asked for a security deposit,’ said Chad.
    ‘Yes,’ said Jolyon, ‘failure to perform a consequence results in loss of deposit, which has to be a not inconsiderable sum. And any lost deposits get added to the grand prize.’
    ‘Stop,’ said Tallest, raising his index finger. And then he said, ‘Name please,’ while looking at Chad.
    ‘Chad Mason.’
    Middle took a small pad from his jeans, then a pen from his shirt pocket and wrote something down.
    ‘Name please,’ repeated Tallest, looking at Jolyon this time.
    Jolyon said his name and again Middle made note of it.
    ‘Continue please,’ said Tallest.
    ‘And I’m Jack,’ said Jack, ‘Jack Andrew Thomson, no P in Thomson.’
    Middle made no movement of pen toward paper.
    ‘Continue please,’ said Tallest again. ‘And tell me in more detail about these consequences.’
    Jolyon looked to his friend. They had not discussed the Game all the way down to its dots and crosses.
    ‘They start out as humorous dares,’ said Chad hesitantly.
    ‘Yes, humorous dares,’ said Jolyon, playing for time as he tried to snatch some ideas from his mind. ‘And it would fall to all the players as a group to finalise the details, but in the early stages consequences would prove merely entertaining, only a little embarrassing. For example, you would agree to advertise to the entire college – using posters, a note in the weekly newsletter and so on – that you would perform a solo singing concert at a certain time, in a certain place.’ Tallest’s expression did not alter. ‘Or a magic show,’ said Jolyon. ‘Magic’s so passé, don’t you agree?’ Tallest continued to look unaffected. ‘It wouldn’t stand a chance of going down well at Pitt,’ said Jolyon.
    ‘Or something as simple as turning up to one of your tutorials bare-chested or maybe wearing a bikini top if the consequence were drawn by a girl.’ said Chad. Briefly he pictured a particular girl in a blue bikini top. He imagined the lines of her shoulder blades nuzzling the leather armchair in a tutor’s room, an essay resting lightly on her lap like a starched white napkin.
    ‘Or the opposite,’ said Jolyon, slightly desperately now. ‘You have to wear a suit and tie for a month.’ Jolyon looked at Tallest and felt a sense of the sand in an hourglass falling too quickly away. ‘And not only would you lose your deposit for the non-performance of a consequence but you would also lose your money if you revealed to a single person outside of the game why you were behaving in such an eccentric fashion. As we mentioned, secrecy is vital.’
    ‘And then round by round the consequences would become tougher,’ said Chad. But then he paused because to continue speaking, his imagination would have to venture into