The Resistance Part One(of One)

To tell you everything I know about the game would take more time than we can afford. Even now we squander precious seconds. But you must be told something if you are to aid the cause. Mind you, even if we had all the time in the world, it might not be enough to prepare you for what lies ahead. But if you are certain, I will tell you what I can.
Years and years ago the game first appeared. And the people began to play it. For pleasure, if you can imagine. Pleasure! If we had but known how it would consume us, how it would destroy our lives. We were fools not to see the destruction it would work upon us. But we did not see, and so we played. And it soon became evident that it was a difficult game to win. Some thought they could do it, if they practiced long and hard enough. Less ambitious sorts called these people "hooked". They were more than hooked. They were addicted, obsessed, enslaved by it! By the time we realized what it was doing to us, it was too late for some. They had wasted away before the flickering screen, sometimes discovered days after they had met their end. It was then that The Resistance began to form. We dared not speak openly against the game; those in its clutches who still ventured outside were violent and unpredictable. But we met in secret and tried to devise a way out of this desperate situation. We had little hope in those days. Until the prophecy. It was 20 years ago yet I remember it vividly; the day a strange old man stumbled into one of our meetings. We were naturally alarmed at his appearance. The location of our gatherings was a carefully guarded secret, yet here was an outsider in our midst. But before we could even fully react, he reassured us and told us that he knew of our plight. And he knew the answer. He said that one day a champion would come, one who could defeat the game. And when he did, the evil would be no more. Though we questioned him, he did not tell us more. Except that it would come when we did not expect and that we should know in our hearts the instant victory was ours. The leader did not understand how this could be. In order to defeat the game, the champion must play it. Yet all who played it were trapped by its power. Our members stayed away from the game at all costs. But the old man told us not to despair. For we might study the strategy without actually playing the game. And those who felt ready stood a chance of remaining free if they were surrounded by their comrades. It could be done. And so we swore it would be. If not by our generation, then the next, whom we would train in our ways.
Since then many have come close to beating the game. But none have succeeded. There are those that claim it cannot be done, that the old man was wrong, or there was no old man at all. Others say the chosen one may have lived and died without ever having the chance to fulfill the prophecy. Still others claim that he has done it; that in some dark room lies the body of the champion, dead the instant he won. I do not believe this claim. If he had won, this evil would have vanished. And we of The Resistance would have known it the moment he defeated it. It will be done. The chosen one will come and he will save the world from this thing. In what shape he will come, or when, I know not. Mayhap it may even be you, young one. We shall see. Are you prepared to join us? Know now that there is no turning back. Very well. Welcome to The Resistance. It may be that your generation will see a time without Tetris.

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