Countries of the World - Squid Game | Season 3, Chapter 1

^{Disclaimer: Many of the characters in this series may adhere to certain stereotypes of a country, state, people, etc. As a result, I have tried to make this apply to as many characters as possible, so none are singled out. In addition, some characters may speak in a way that may be hard for some to understand. I will always attempt to make it so that it will make sense when you sound it out. Please enjoy the story!}

Welcome back to Squid Game: Countries of The World. Watch the students of UN High School compete for 279 million US dollars! (the balance increased because I made two profile blogs and now there is 279 students) (the balance is mostly funded by Australia and Astana's winnings)

For the purposes of this blog, we are going to act as if Seasons 1 and 2 never happened, so they will have no prior knowledge of the game or of each other, other than pre-existing relationships from the main high school series. The challenges will be different, the interactions will be pretty much the same.

The blue doors hissed open and the new players stumbled into the dormitory for the first time.

It was nothing short of a white abyss. The room felt impossibly large, as if someone took a hospital ward, a prison block, and a child’s nightmare and stretched them until the walls disappear into haze.

The ceiling was impossibly high, dotted with cold, circular lights that did not provide any sense of warmth. Row after endless row of metal bunk beds climbed three, four, sometimes five tiers tall, each one exactly the same: thin white blanket folded with military precision, white pillow, white sheets, black piping along the rails. Almost like hundreds of identical coffins waiting to be occupied.

The floor was the color of cold, hard cement, and at the far end, barely visible through the forest of bed frames, a childish mural sprawls across the lower wall: stick-figure kids playing tug-of-war, hopscotch, a little house under a triangular tree, all drawn in thin black lines as if by a humongous toddler with no concept of perspective. In any sense it should have felt innocent, but it didn't.

Somewhere high above, pink-clad guards pace along narrow catwalks that weren’t there yesterday, their masks blank and shining, rifles dangling like they’re bored.

The air smelled faintly of bleach, metal, and thinly veiled apprehension. Every cough, every whisper, every creak of a bunk reminded everyone of how small they were inside the big, white, tiled box that was the dormitory.

On the cold floor was a long, red line, and on one side of the line was a massive green X. On the other side was an equally large orange O.

"We in the dorms, baby!" 182|Louisiana was one of the first to clamor in, clapping and shouting in excitement.

More and more players in identical green-and-white jumpsuits poured into the room.

"Woo!" 054|Capybarra high-fived 039|LuckyCat, cheering loudly.

"We made it!" 097|Grenada strutted in a bit more confidently, 119|Saint Vincent and 136|Antigua and Barbuda at her side.

"A dinnae know whit's gang on, but this is exciting!" 118|Scotland looked around in amazement.

Behind the stage, mechanical whirring of the doors was a backdrop to the amalgam of excitement and nervousness present among the 273 players.

"YEAH!" A very sweaty 251|Nauru struggled to fit through the door, but, with a big push from 165|Nepal and 025|Philippines, he was able to get through.

"This is so crazy. This is way more than I ever imagined." 120|Sealand took in the bright room.

Suddenly, everyone froze and turned around.

085|Bahamas had brought a small speaker into the dormitory, and he was blasting that dreadful calypso music to assault everyone's eardrums.

"Turn that s--t off!" 135|Georgia demanded.

085|Bahamas was too lost in a trance as he danced to the music.

"My ears!" 018|New Zealand cried out in terror.

"Make it stop!" 252|Maine threw her hands up dramatically.

A bullet seemed to appear out of thin air from the mysterious holes above the dormitory and pierced the speaker, producing an explosion of sparks.

"AH!" 085|Bahamas instinctively threw the speaker just as it was short-circuiting.

Everyone cheered loudly, much to 085|Bahamas' annoyance.

"Finally, we am can hearing again!" 233|Israel hugged 177|Palestine in celebration, before realizing who he was hugging, and then shoved 177|Palestine to the ground.

"Akh!" 177|Palestine rubbed his sore back as he hit the ground.

"There's no way that there's enough beds for 273 players right now." 043|Colorado remarked.

"Eh, wallai, je cannot even count ze beds! I look, eet ees too too many!" 132|Benin marveled at the sheer size of the room.

"Something is up..." 242|Canada trembled a little.

"What do you mean?" 252|Maine asked.

"I don't know... but something feels ominous..." 242|Canada shuddered at the possibilities.

Almost as if she had summoned them, a very loud beep sounded, and the doors behind the big stage opened, with several guards in bright pink suits and black masks with white circles marching out simultaneously.

All of the players in the crowd turned thusly to see what was going on.

Then, out came one more figure. A man with a starkly black, geometric mask, completely shrouded in a long black suit and hood, stepped out in front of the guards, and stood at the front of the stage, facing the crowd.

"Wow, the games are really beginning." 138|Nevada mumbled.

A very loud startling voice beckoned their attention from the loudspeakers.

[PLAYERS. Welcome to Squid Game. I am... the FRONT MAN.]

The players all looked scared and confused out of their minds.

The Frontman continued.

[While you are here, you will compete with each other in games, and a series of tests. The first test... starts... NOW.]

Everyone began exclaiming in confusion, excitement, protest, or a mixture of the three.

"What?" 161|Cyprus looked spooked.

"Oh my, they're gettin' serious." 068|Texas tipped his hat.

[This test will require two volunteers... to step forward from the crowd.]

"This is wild." 067|ItzIngenious shook his head.

"Don't step forward. Don't step forward." 222|England said to 118|Scotland.

"Wæt if is immunity?" 052|Denmark considered, scratching the scruffy hair on his chin as he considered what to do.

"So you ACH wanna step forward?" 271|North Carolina coughed.

"Nej..." 052|Denmark stepped back onto the beds.

"It's too early to put ourselves out there. I don't think we should." 039|LuckyCat began to sweat profusely.

"Yeah, I agree with you." 125|MeMeMe333 looked equally as worried.

"I'm scared something bad will happen..." 247|Vermont played with his fingernails.

"Nobody else is stepping up..." 141|Belize said.

"Should we step up zere?" 071|Burkina Faso replied.

In a burst of applause, 141|Belize and 071|Burkina Faso volunteered themselves and walked up in front of the crowd toward the Frontman.

“Ah look you, they’ve gone and got somebody to do it now, tidy!” 126|Wales pointed at the stage and directed others to look where he was pointing.

"We got this." 071|Burkina Faso hugged 141|Belize.

[PLAYER 141: BELIZE. Please stand on the X.]

141|Belize slowly walked to the X, still looking back at 071|Burkina Faso.

[PLAYER 071: BURKINA FASO. Please stand on the O.]

Everyone began to clamor loudly, especially when the left side of the dorm, where the X was, was lit up red, and the side with the O was lit up blue.

“Dis might be di laas time we lay eye pan one anada, an if dat da truth… good luck, and tek care a yuself." 141|Belize nodded in solidarity with 071|Burkina Faso.

[Now...the remaining players must divide themselves equally... into X's and O's. One player will randomly be chosen to sit this competition out and will automatically advance to the next part of the game.]

"I really hope it's me...this is scary." 218|Michigan whimpered.

[PLAYER 110: MISSISSIPPI. You have been randomly selected. Please step out of the play area.]

"WOO!" 110|Mississippi yelled in triumph as he ran out of the play area into safety. Others looked at him disdainfully, but mostly out of envy.

[Excluding PLAYER 141: Belize, and PLAYER 071: Burkina Faso, there should be exactly 138 players on each side of the line.]

Everyone began separating themselves into the sides, and as the sides began to become more finalized, people began pumping their fists in the air. Chants of "X! X! X!" and "O! O! O!" rang through the dormitory.

[X's: Follow the staff into the WHITE ROOM.]

Everyone behind the giant 'X' tentatively followed a guard through the open blue door at the left corner of the room.

[O's: Remain here in the dorm.]

The Frontman turned away, walking through the double doors at the back of the stage.

The X's were led down a white staircase into a poorly-lit, white room, and in the center of that room was a button on a podium, and this podium was on a raised white platform.

Unbeknownst to the players, they were being watched.

The players began filing into the room, each of them with a patch on the right chest area of their tracksuits. The patch was red, with a big white 'X' in the center.

[This is the WHITE ROOM.]

"What does that mean?" 270|Wisconsin looked nervous.

The O's stood in the dormitory around a similar podium with a button, on a raised white platform, that was in the center of the room.

Suddenly, a different voice, a female voice, rang from the speakers.

"Attention, players. Only one room will survive this test. The other room will be eliminated."

"Oh my god." 242|Canada covered her mouth in shock.

Everyone began to chatter nervously in both rooms.

"We got this. We just need to lock in.

"This test is simple. All you need to do... is count." 

"What?"  Echoes of confusion rang through the dormitory.

"PLAYER 141. PLAYER 071. Shortly, a timer will begin. When your room believes that 279 seconds have elapsed, you must press the button. The room closest to 279 seconds will survive. The other room will be eliminated." 

"Wow. That's a lot of pressure." 241|Kansas looked troubled.

"Ask if anyone knows music in the group!" 120|Sealand yelled.

"I can count to 100 perfectly, I'm trained in music!" 182|Louisiana exclaimed.

"Wallahi! I no fit hear at all when all man dey shout for my head!" 071|Burkina Faso yelled in an attempt to quell the crowd.

"These people are gonna get me killed." 211|California complained.

"Tout le monde, stop talking there, please!" 071|Burkina Faso pleaded.

People were snapping and yelling at 141|Belize so that she would listen to their ideas.

"Zip yeh mout, please!" 141|Belize attempted to quiet down the sea of people. "What be your idea?" She pointed to 024|Alaska, who was trying to say something.

"What if we use people's bodies, kind of as a placeholder every 10 seconds, so someone goes up to the wall every 10 seconds?"

"Nooo, da wuda tek too lang, man! Anada soggestion?" 141|Belize shook her head.

It was just a loud clamor of indistinct and frantic speaking and shouting.

"EVERYONE STOP!" 153|Oregon yelled. "It's a little over four minutes! Just have faith and believe in him, we can do this if we work together!"

Everyone began to cheer and nod in agreement.

"Hey!" 246|Australia beckoned attention to 182|Louisiana. "He's a musician, he knows the counts."

"Eighteen, nineteen... twenty..." 182|Louisiana mimicked what he would do when in the studio.

"Bring di musician come front there, he sure for himself?" 071|Burkina Faso asked.

(Confessional: 182|Louisiana)

"It's a lot of pressure to have everyone's fate in your hands, but I believe that I can do it."

(End Confessional: 182|Louisiana)

Some other people were standing with him on the platform as they waited for the timer to start.

"Listen." 182|Louisiana demanded the crowd's attention. "We are counting for all of you. Please do not blame us if we don't make it."

"No! We believe in you!" People began to protest in the crowd.

"Na, be strong, my brother. Confidence dey for you!" 071|Burkina Faso smiled. "You got this."

"Okay, here's the idea. Maryland's mom is a nurse. She knows the compressions." 218|Michigan nudged 069|Maryland forth to count for them.

"Yeah, I got this." 069|Maryland looked confident,

"You're counting for all of us. We believe in you, that's why we chose you." 218|Michigan actively worked at encouraging 182|Louisiana.

In another part of the room, they were talking of a backup plan.

"We gotta count back here, to make sure they're on the right pace." 201|Hawaii looked apprehensive.

"Yeah, we gotta have some sort of backup count." 068|Texas agreed.

"Someone needs to be able to nonverbally give him the command, though, because if someone talks out loud and screws up the count, we're done." 201|Hawaii continued.

"Right, we gotta tell him to just listen to one person." 068|Texas replied.

"Attention, players." 

Everyone quieted down, and the players not involved in the counting sat down in a circle around the button. 141|Belize stood at the button, while 069|Maryland stood close by.

"Your time..."

"Starts..." 

"Now."

"One... two... three... four... and five..." 182|Louisiana began snapping his fingers as he mentally counted the beats. 071|Burkina Faso stood nearby supervising.

About ten seconds after it had started, 069|Maryland started counting.

"One, two, three..."

"Why has she only just started counting?" 127|New Jersey looked furious.

"One fifty-nine, one sixty, one sixty-one..."

(Confessional: 182|Louisiana)

"As a musician and part of a band, I've had the opportunity to play music in front of large crowds. But the tension in this room is overwhelming. I don't know if I've ever been under this much pressure."

(End Confessional: 182|Louisiana)

242|Canada looked worried. "I think we're going a little too slow."

"Yeah, me too." 222|England agreed.

"201, 202, 203..." 182|Louisiana continued, with a small group around him to verify the speed.

"Is she slow?" 210|Virginia asked.

"Yeah, I think she's a bit too slow." 268|New Hampshire replied, as she was counting for herself to ensure that they didn't put all their eggs into one basket.

"211, 212, 213, 214..."

"Someone tell her!" 210|Virginia whispered.

"Hey!" 268|New Hampshire successfully got 141|Belize's attention.

"SLOW." 268|New Hampshire mouthed to him.

"Positive?" 141|Belize signaled back.

"100%."

(Confessional: 141|Belize)

(End Confessional: 141|Belize)

"251, 252, 253..." Others began counting in 069|Maryland's stead, as she was going too slow.

"What are y'all doing?" 088|Nebraska whispered.

"Sit down!" 016|United States demanded.

"268, 269, 270..." 182|Louisiana kept going a little slow.

"PRESS IT! PRESS IT NOW!" 135|Georgia yelled.

"Now?" 071|Burkina Faso mashed his hand on the button.

Everyone began cheering and hugging.

"245, 246..." 069|Maryland kept counting slow.

"PRESS IT!" 088|Nebraska yelled.

"NO!" 016|United States protested.

"Press it!" 088|Nebraska demanded.

141|Belize hurriedly pressed the button, and everyone began cheering and hugging similarly.

"Attention, players. The result of the first test is as follows."

Suddenly, the monitor came on in both rooms, allowing the players to see each others' respective rooms.

141|Belize and 071|Burkina Faso smiled at each other through the monitor.

"One room was off by three seconds."

"The other... by thirteen seconds."

"Oh no..." 141|Belize murmured.

Many of them began to cry as they took on the immeasurable stress.

Ominous music began to play as the suspense only grew.

People in both rooms had their heads down in prayer, waiting to hear which team had won. Players were hugging and holding onto each other...

Until the voice revealed...

With mechanical whirs, panels slid open in unison in the WHITE ROOM: dozens along each wall, ceiling vents hissing steam. Gun barrels protruded, and the first bursts ripped through the air. Players in the front dropped instantly, blood spraying backward in an arc that painted the wall behind them crimson red.

063|Morocco spun from the impact, his body jerking like a glitchy marionette.

The room became a slaughterhouse in seconds. The silence was shattered only by the receding whir of retracting barrels.

The white was no longer white. It was a canvas, soaked and glistening red. Heaps and heaps of bodies cascaded on the ground in pools of viscous, dark blood.

As the 139 players in the dormitory cheered and frantically hugged each other in celebration, the cold corpses kept dropping in the formerly 'white' room.

"Oh my god."

Survived X vs O: 140 + 1...

Eliminated: 138

"Hah?" 141|Belize stood in confusion, as piles of bodies surrounded her. She was still on the raised white platform, shaking and trembling as she was forced to witness 138 players be brutally murdered in front of her.

[PLAYER 141.]

141|Belize was frightened by the voice. She turned to find the source.

[As you were brave enough to volunteer... you... will survive this test." 

"WHAT?" 141|Belize threw her hands up over her head in relief.

[But your survival... comes at a hefty price.]

"Oh my god." 141|Belize sighed loudly again. She knew it was too good to be true.

"Oh my god, that was epic." 019|Wizzandy stood around with 067|ItzIngenious and 182|Louisiana.

"That was crazy, bro." 067|ItzIngenious chimed in. (Unbeknownst to them, 257|BautyArg had begun seizing behind them)

"People are gonna start coming up to you about an alliance, for sure. You gotta figure out what you're gonna say to them." 019|Wizzandy continued.

"I'll join 50 alliances if I gotta." 182|Louisiana replied.

People were also talking elsewhere in the room.

"Even though yo was not that close con Belice, yo am doing this por ella now..." 240|Guatemala remarked.

"Yeah, I know that must be hard for you." 246|Australia attempted to be supportive.

Suddenly, the metal doors at the stage began opening.

"Qué es happen?" 235|Colombia tried to see through the steam that poured through the doors.

Two guards in pink suits stepped out of the doors, with someone between them, though only their silhouette could be seen at the moment.

"Who is that?" 138|Nevada asked around.

The smoke cleared...

To reveal...

"PLAYER 141: BELIZE." 

"QUÉ?" 240|Guatemala shot up from her bed to see what everyone else was seeing. The entire dorm erupted in cheers as 141|Belize walked toward the front of the stage with the two guards.

She was immediately embraced by 101|Lebanon and 222|England, among other players.

"Welcome back!" 222|England muttered warmly.

"O! O! O! O! O! O! O!" Suddenly, loud cheers of 'O' ensued to celebrate their accomplishment of surviving the first game.

"Mi glad fi dat mi bak!" 141|Belize clapped and cheered with them as she was lifted in the air along with 071|Burkina Faso.

"071! 071! 071! 071! 071!" The entire room cheered very loudly for 071|Burkina Faso.

"Just act natural." 023|Iowa attempted to be supportive of 141|Belize as they stood on the black platform under the raised bunks together. The rest of the 139 remaining players socialized on the ground below.

"But mi ga wan mishan..." 141|Belize admitted.

"Oh god..." 023|Iowa looked worried.

Down below, others were also discussing how things didn't necessarily feel right.

"D’ye think somethin’ bad is goin’ to happen now that Belize is back in the game at all?" 123|Ireland asked.

"Yeah," 043|Colorado scratched his head and adjusted his tracksuit, "I feel like something bad is going to happen to me or something."

Elsewhere, other discussions were happening simultaneously.

"Yuh tink dey gine knock out somebody fa di game?" 102|Barbados queried.

242|Canada shrugged. "They might."

Back up on the platform, 141|Belize was racking her brain.

"Mi mishan is mek two pipl get iliminet." 141|Belize finally admitted. "Mi ga wan owah fi fain two pipl fi iliminet. Mi ha fi waak op tu dehn, kaal out dehn nomba, an seh 'Gud lok eena di gaym dehn.'"

"Damn, that's a lot." 023|Iowa replied, worried.

"Bot heer di ting... if mi no du it... den mi ahn Burkina Faso get iliminet." 141|Belize revealed the major shock.

"Wow." 023|Iowa tried to help 141|Belize strategize, and she struggles with English a bit, so 023|Iowa thought she could help. Unbeknownst to them, the one-hour timer had just started.

"Mi taktik: mi gwan luk fa sombadi weh got bad intenshan wit di moni, er sombadi weh gat a gud strategy eena di gaym dat mi si laik a threat tu mi." 141|Belize explained.

"Ah, I see." 023|Iowa nodded.

(Confessional: 141|Belize)

"Mi need fi fain two gud taaget wid reezan weh mi tink wort di iliminayshan."

(End Confessional: 141|Belize)

"Well, I would probably say that the leftover money would go toward a charity or GoFundMe of some sort. After I make sure that I'm taken care of, of course." 222|England said.

141|Belize and 023|Iowa looked each other, then continued to pretend to be invested in the group conversation.

039|LuckyCat also had something to say. "My cat is sick, and the vet bills are a little overwhelming. I'd love to be able to comfortably take care of my cat, and then put myself through college, or something."

"Interesting, interesting." 023|Iowa looked at 141|Belize.

(Confessional: 023|Iowa)

"These seem like pretty good reasons. I don't think Belize will want to eliminate these kinds of people."

(End Confessional: 023|Iowa)

"So, what do you plan to do with the money?" 023|Iowa asked.

"Well, eu would provavelmente um... how você say... super-yacht? E would party com all meus amigos. E would donating uma charity, ou whatever, but we make many party primeiro." 239|Portugal explained.

"Nice, nice." 023|Iowa said, walking away with 141|Belize.

"He defanitli wan a di pipl mi waahn iliminet." 141|Belize said as soon as they were out of earshot.

"I was thinking the same thing. Tell him what you need to tell him." 023|Iowa motioned for 141|Belize to return to 239|Portugal.

"Wheh he at?" 141|Belize asked.

"Over there." 023|Iowa pointed to the stairs by the stage.

Both of them walked over there innocently.

"How's it going?" 023|Iowa offered.

"Tudo bem?" 239|Portugal replied.

"Playa two-chree-nine... gud lok eena di gaym." 141|Belize shook 239|Portugal's hand.

239|Portugal looked a bit confused, but accepted the handshake innocently.

The timer was reaching around 20 minutes.

Elsewhere, more conversations were arising.

"It appears that there is not enough beds..." 260|McKenzieFam observed.

"Hmm... there's two missing." 044|Antarctica finished counting.

"Well, I hope I'm safe. I don't wanna get eliminated because of something stupid." 019|Wizzandy wiped some sweat from his forehead.

"I'm suspicious of 141|Belize and 023|Iowa. Why are they pacing the entire dorm?" 067|ItzIngenious chimed in.

019|Wizzandy continued. "That's why I'm staying here. I think they're doing a challenge. I don't want my number to be seen." The four of them were hanging out at some bunks further from the center of the dorm.

"Yeah, they seem many attach. I don't trust." 196|Ukraine suddenly appeared.

"Yeah, we should get rid of them." 019|Wizzandy agreed.

(Confessional: 019|Wizzandy)

"I don't trust 023 and 141. I don't know how she survived the first comp, but the first chance I get, they're going straight out of the game. He's just another step on the staircase to 279 million dollars."

(End Confessional: 019|Wizzandy)

"So, what do you have planned for the money?" 023|Iowa asked.

"Καλά είμαι? Well, my αδερφέ is have a wedding many soon, and am need money so we can having big Greece wedding and buy many plate for smash and many food for eat. He is want wedding many bad but no can buy." 086|Greece shrugged.

"Yeah, he's not the one." 023|Iowa whispered to 141|Belize.

"Wah bout dehm ovah deh?" 141|Belize pointed to 105|Albania and 225|Kosovo.

"Oh, you need to split them up. But which do you eliminate?" 023|Iowa asked.

"Hmm. I tink di gyal." 141|Belize pointed to 105|Albania.

"If that's what you think is best." 023|Iowa and 141|Belize approached the two, who were talking.

"Hej..." 105|Albania was confused why they were being approached. "Why am ju over here?" 

"Wel, mi jus waahn fi seh... Playa 105, gud lok eena di gaym." 141|Belize offered her hand.

Confused, 105|Albania tentatively accepted the hand.

As 141|Belize and 023|Iowa walked away, 105|Albania turned to 225|Kosovo.

"What that was about?" 225|Kosovo asked.

"I no am know." 105|Albania replied.

141|Belize and 023|Iowa kept prowling the room in a way that drew more attention to them.

"What the hell are they doin'?" 197|FreeStater pondered.

"No am know, They are scheme." 189|Kazakhstan shrugged.

In a puff of smoke, the doors behind the stage flayed open, and everyone stood and went to join the crowd on the cement floor, all facing the stage to see what would happen.

The smoke produced some guards, which poured out of the backstage area, and stood in their usual formation on stage.

[Players. Here are the results of the game so far.]

The big monitor above the stage lit up suddenly, and the number 279, with a line under each digit, was in big print on the screen.

Suddenly, the numbers began rapidly changing, and everyone cheered as they saw the player count decrease.

[Out of 279 players, 138 were eliminated.]

Excited screams rang through the dorm as the number settled on 141.

[141 players remain.]

A lottery-like sound ensued just then, as fat stacks of money dropped into the giant glass Jeppy suspended in air above the players. The cash prize on the screen changed to match it.

[The current prize pot stands at 138 million US dollars.]

"Let's do this." 067|ItzIngenious high-fived 039|LuckyCat in celebration.

[However.]

"Of course there's a catch." 242|Canada rolled her eyes.

[Earlier today, a player was given a test of their character.]

"What?" 214|Kiribati looked around, frightened, as the mood became more sinister.

[They were given a choice: sacrifice themselves, or inconspicuously mark two other players for elimination.]

"Mi hoap dehn no piik yoo." 141|Belize gave a partial hug to 071|Burkina Faso. "That would be so annoying."

[They chose... to eliminate.]

Many more sensitive players began to tear up in anticipation. The tension in the room was tangible.

The familiar sound of the firearm barrels sprouted from the walls, and the entire room stood still for a second.

As the first shot rang out, 239|Portugal's chest was pierced, and his body stayed upright for a second, before flopping backward in a pool of blood.

"NO!" 222|England screamed in terror.

The second shot cascaded down, and 105|Albania flopped over dead in a similar fashion.

"YES!" Despite the odd looks from other players, 253|Serbia exclaimed in excitement, doing a little celebratory dance at the news. 225|Kosovo trembled in pure shock, overwhelmed with emotion.

"PLAYER 239: PORTUGAL. ELIMINATED."

The female voice returned, and the mood of the room only got more tense.

"PLAYER 105: ALBANIA. ELIMINATED."

A few more stacks of money cascaded into the glass Jeppy, and the monitor changed to show the two deaths.

[139 players remain. The current prize pot stands at 140 million US dollars.]

"Mi thought it gwan fi mi. Mi deh already experience tinkin mi gwaan get iliminet." 141|Belize nudged 071|Burkina Faso.

On the other end of the crowd, people began to form their own theories of what happened.

"I think I don figure am out now." 094|Guinea stated.

"What do you think?" 055|ColinShadow asked.

"I think na 141 dat eliminate dem playas." 094|Guinea replied.

"Ah, that's how he came back. He eliminated two players to save himself." 055|ColinShadow began to see the vision.

Eliminated: 2

(Confessional: 055|ColinShadow)

"I'm getting very suspicious about Belize, and Iowa too. We just got here and it's already so cutthroat. Then again, only one of us can win."

(End Confessional: 055|ColinShadow)

For those reading, you have the opportunity to vote from the list of the 139 remaining players below, and the (3) players with the most votes will be eliminated. 

You can place up to 5 votes, and up to 3 votes for a singular player. For your votes to count, you must provide the three-digit number representing that player. 

For example, if you wanted to place 3 votes for Player 500|Nickelz, and then two for Player 600|Quizmaster, your vote could look like this:

(500)(500)(500)(600)(600)

You can include the player's name if you choose, but only votes that include the number will count towards the total.

VOTING ENDS December 11, 2025, at 12:00 PM CST.

Thank you for reading. If you'd like to join the main high school series, or even participate in potential future seasons of Squid Game, comment under this blog or this blog.