Alyssa looked at the game before her. It was so much easier to make a wrong move than a right one. It was almost like the whole thing was stacked against her. Forget almost like. The people who had created the rules didn’t really want her to have a chance. Still she realized she had to play the game or else admit that she was a loser. Alyssa was a fighter, not a loser, so she wasn’t about to do that. That being said, she was all about changing the rules. She holstered her sign a bit higher and marched.