Personal Narrative: The Devils Message

This story had a graphical representation that seemed to be abnormal or incoherent in the way it was presented, because in our society it is not normal and it is against the law to have a game in which the prize is death, but although it is not normal and against the law it happens in our everyday life. Although we do not have this kind of tradition anymore (within the United States,) we do have other rules, or laws, which instead of help people, it kills them little by little and some people decide to take justice in their hands. For example in some foreign countries the laws allow government to punish criminals by publically humiliating

I was incredibly excited. School was starting tomorrow. The first few days were just icebreakers, learning everyone’s names, blah blah blah. Then the real learning began. Of course, teachers started to write our lessons on the board. I started to notice a few changes in what I was seeing. The words they were writing were just...black lines! I didn’t pay much attention to it, I just asked my friends what the board said. As the year went on, it affected me more and more, especially in math. I saw a 2 as a 6, and and an A as an 8.

Over my years of school, one big influence on me has always been sports. Ever since a young age, I have always enjoyed playing and watching sports. In my four years in high school, I have fell in love with the sport of lacrosse.

The stone was cold and I could feel the pain swelling up inside. I took a step towards the edge, I thought to myself, “One more step and the worries would end…” if only it was that easy.

I woke up and took one bite out of my pop tart but that one bite was all I could eat. My legs were shaking, and my heart was pounding. My dad told me, “It is a true honor to even make it this far so go out there and have some fun.” Once I heard this statement, I knew I was ready to go. I arrived at school and boarded the bus. The car ride was an hour and fifteen minutes of hearing the squeaking of the wheel on the bus. My teammates were getting their heads ready for the big game.

Saw is an American mystery psychological thriller franchise, Since 2004 till 2017. The torture franchise has been locking up morally-dubious characters in all kinds of gruesome, steel contraptions and inventing creative, new places to hide the keys. “It’s right before your eyes. ~ Saw 2” The creepy puppet-master of the Saw franchise is Jigsaw, and does he loves playing games! And by playing games, it means locking unconscious people inside dank warehouses and giving them 60 seconds to choose between certain death, self-mutilation, or, if they’re lucky, disemboweling a stranger. When people talk about “Saw,” they tend to focus on Jigsaw’s impressive body count. But just as you can pick through a pit of heroin syringes to find the hidden key in saw 2, you can sift through this villain’s deadly traps to find the grander meaning of his games.

To begin, this is my worldview and how I view the world. I do not believe in labels because it hinders a person from their full capability. I do believe in the understanding a person not just by their appearance but by who they are personally and behavior. Anyone can appear appealing and charismatic, but only a true follower of Christ has like a special glow about them, which is rare in my world. I have learned that it does not matter what denomination, ethnicity or upbringing a person comes from as long as they know The Gospel of Jesus Christ. Jesus has done miraculous things in the past and in the present. Since I am on this Earth until I either die an earthly death or Jesus comes back, I try to live my life to the fullest.

Well this year was a hell of a year. I mean, i didn't pass any of the semesters but i did observe a ton of stuff that went on in the class. The class in general was pretty lit. Every day went by and i honestly did some work. The class was ready to learn as mrs g was ready to teach. I mean yea we had some days were we didn't want to learn anything and there were also days when mrs g didn't want to teach. But ima be honest, doing the work we did wasn't in my best interest. Most of the projects we did in class i worked on, but at the end i didn't end up liking how i did it so i wouldn't even bother turning anything in. like the obituary we had to write about ourselves. I liked the meaning behind this but honestly i didn't want to work on that because it just brought back memories of my friends that were killed.

I quickly swallowed my homemade authentic Indian food leftovers and gulped down my chocolate milk. Looking down at my watch that read 11:28am, I knew that I only had two minutes until my most favorite part of the day: recess. This particular day in 5th grade, I had run a lap around the playground before getting the rest of recess to myself. As I started walking for my warmup, another student ran up and said, “My parents said that your people caused 9/11.” Completely caught off guard, I held back the tears in my eyes and tried to shake off his comment. I had never encountered something like this.

Reflect on a time when you challenged a belief or idea. What prompted you to act? Would you make the same decision again?

When it comes to my worldview, I feel pretty confident in what I know and what I stand for. I grew up in a Christian home, therefore I have been pretty consistent on what I believe in for my whole life. Some of the preceding questions really made me think though about what I really believe and how I am actually living. Although I know what my worldview is, it is not always easy to make sure that I am fully living it out.

Some people are born with talents, others with brains, and some with beauty. However, I would like to think I was born with all the above, but most of all I was born with the innate gift of serving others. While growing up as a preacher’s kid, I witnessed my father help others by empowering them, motivating them, and praying for them. Observing how supportive my dad was of others I thought I want to do the same thing, but I knew I did not want to be a preacher. Growing up as a beautician’s daughter, I watched my mother improve others by building their self-esteem, being a listening ear, and sharing knowledge when necessary. I recall looking at my mother thinking I want to be that type of person when I grow up. I lacked the talents and creativity

We arrived at the second level of hell and the introduction to this place is not pleasant at all. This is a clustered place where the people are all suffering crushed by giant piles of material over their body. I could hear their groans and moans as they feel the burden over them. There is also a bad stench of garbage and other rotten things. Paul says “This section is where the greedy spenders are placed.” I talked with a drug lord from the Fast Five Hernan Reyes and he told me about the different people here. He said some of the others like him were Carter Verone and Arturo Braga. All three of them were once in their life big Drug Lords and possessed a lot of money. He said, “During my early life I was very greedy and I once spent some money

After being dead for ten years series of murders are appearing with the marks of the jigsaw killer. Detectives and investigators find themselves chasing the ghost of John Kramer who its purpose is to remind the world to be appreciative towards life by testing the victims will to live. The victims are forced to face physical torture upon themselves by killing others in order to escape. Five victims are trapped in a room and in order to continue in the games for survival they are forced to experience physical torture. The first victim dies in the first test due to being unconscious and cannot manage to free himself. As the four victims continue in the games they are selected due to their lies and must confess the truth for survival. One of the victim dies from an injection of acid, and the other one dies from being lowered into a death spiral

The Jigsaw killer calls these tests games and informs his victims the rules of the game through video or audio tapes. The rules of the game normally involve painful and extremely gruesome self-mutilation activities in order to either proceed to the next level of the game or save their lives. For instance, Dr. Gordon uses the hacksaw to chop of his foot in order to escape from the filthy bathroom and save his family. These games involve hellish, pain inflicting tools such as hacksaws, rusty bolt, and scavenged materials that pierce the body to inflict pain. In addition to the physical pain, the captor inflicts in his subject, the Jigsaw killer uses psychological torture to punish his subjects. In brief, the games are hellish in that they torture the victims and put them through a lot of physical and mental