What if there was this sick game?

Oliver looked around himself. All he could see were white walls and his two friends: "Where are we? Is this some sorta prank? Agnes? Roman?" Both of them shook their heads.

"What is happening to me? I am only 18! I don't wanna die yet! Am I dead? Is this afterlife?" Roman panicked.

Agnes took his hand and squeezed it. "You are not dead. I think. We will get out of here in no time. Just don't panic."

Roman, the youngest of the three used to get panic attacks regularly, but after he started seeing a psychiatrist for it, it had gotten better.

One of the walls turned to a screen and they all looked at it.

"Welcome to the What if game show!" Said a lady on the screen with distorted voice. The lady was wearing a mask, so her face wasn't visible, and a purple evening dress.

"The rules of the show are simple! You will get a what if scenario and then you will have to find best way to survive it! If you ever want to stop playing the game you are very welcome to do so! Just shoot yourself with one of the guns that will be given to you shortly. The guns are real and will kill you, but at least you won't be playing the game anymore."

"What the fuck is this?" Agnes said to the screen. Roman started crying hysterically, and Oliver just continued to look at the screen.

"Please take the guns. Note that if you try to kill anyone else with those guns, you will die. Be it a player or a distraction, no matter who or what you try to shoot with this gun you will die." A slot with three guns opened.

"Okay. What the fuck is that!? I never singed up for this, whatever this bullshit is! Fuck! Let me out of here." Agnes started pounding on the walls.

"The games itself aren't necessarily deadly. It all depends on your knowledge and logical thinking. There is no one right answer to any what if scenarios. As long as you accomplish the goal of it, you will move on to the next one. After completing all the challenges you will return home and get a prize of 10 million dollars."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Gah! Let me out! Whoever designed this, I will motherfucking curse your whole life as soon as I get out of here. Shit!" Agnes scremed at the screen.

Oliver didn't know how to react. Roman was having a panick attack and Agnes with her claustrophobia was loosing her mind.

"First game will begin shortly. The topic name is: What if you were stuck on an island and you could only have 3 things with you? Your objective is to get off the island and back to the civilization. The 3 things are limited to whatever actually exists. Note that you will be on an actual deserted island. This is no simulation."

"I don't fucking care, just let me out!" Agnes started crying.