The Week is the week of the whole year that animal jam releases............. animal hunters.
The animal hunters kill at least five animals a day. The hunters are chosen randomly by AJHQ. And what if they don't kill at least five animals a day? Nobody knows..........
But AJHQ does.
Well, anyways, Clark Stacey thought Animal Jam was missing something.
Animal hunters, hunting season, he thought, but Animal Jam was a kids game, and he wouldn't allow that.
Until he just sighed to himself and said, "Oh why not."
That is why The Week exists.
NOTE: People die in this story. There might also be some suicidal thoughts.
Let's begin the story.
A Deer's P.O.V.
It's the week. I was sadly not chosen as a hunter. I decided to talk to my friend about this, one who wasn't a hunter. He was a penguin, and most of the girls on my buddy list say,
"Have you gotten rid of him?"
and I respond, even though it is not true,
But that doesn't matter right now.
Anyways, I came to his den, and he typed,
"It's the week, ain't it? God, I wish the week didn't even exist."
and I typed,
"Agreed. I might lose my account and have to start over, and I don't want to get a membership AGAIN."
I used to smile emoticon, and he did too.
We both were having a good time when I heard a bullet noise. I looked around, and nobody was there.
"OMG, someone's hunting us down!" I typed.
He didn't respond.
I checked besides me.
He was dead.
I was going to end up, dead.
I knew that. But I didn't end up dead because I used past-tense verbs.
I was sitting in the grass, looking upwards, noticing the crystal clear sky. No clouds at all. I loved that. But what I loved most was counting the jammers who died in The Week. That was one- actually my most- favorite thing to do.
Each jammer has a story of how he or she died. But my favorite one is when a hunter killed a jammer who was being nice to them so that they wouldn't die.
Ah, sweet memories of when jammers die. But guess what? There is new jammers being created. I don't really enjoy when jammers are happy, I LOVE when jammers die. When the jammers are happy, I lose my power. Well, I grow weaker. Sad jammers make me stronger.
I am not really sure how those sad jammers feel, but I don't really care about the jammers. I just care about them dying and not living.
Of course, I wouldn't even try to kill myself. I love myself.
-A part of ???'s Body-
Maybe I should feel bad about enjoying when other jammers die. Maybe I should kill myself for thinking such violent thought for such a long time. Maybe I could blow myself up with a nuke, yes, a nuke, that seems right.
-the other part of ???'s Body-
How I love when jammers die. Jammers don't understand.....
You die someday, right?
a hunter's P.O.V.
I went to Jamaa Township, Congo along with one of my other hunter friends. "We gonna hunt some animals TONIGHT!" they typed in the chat. "YUP!" I replied.
I got my hands on my gun, and I shot a Non-Member Giraffe. My friend shot a Member Elephant. We both high-fived each other like a boss and then went to Coral Canyons, Congo. I shot two animals- a Non-Member Bunny and a Member Arctic Wolf. My friend shot three animals- a Non-Member Tiger, two of them, and a Member Raccoon.
When one hour was over, I decided to log off animal jam. I changed back to animal jam after 15 minutes.
I shot a Member Wolf. I smiled because I was done killing animals. I shot 5, and I smiled. I could still kill more, but no, I had some ROBLOX to accomplish.
The Deer's P.O.V.
Same deer as the first P.O.V.
I stared in horror as my friend's blood went onto my hooves like I was on a murdering spree. I sighed in regret as my friend's body began to decay. Life is hard.
Suddenly, I felt the blood pause. I looked at my hands.
They were human hands.
I have a story to tell you, about one of my days in the week.
You see, one day, I was a monkey in The Week.
I smiled, showing off my rares.
All of them.
While I was showing off my rares, I got shot by a hunter.
And this is why I never show off my rares again.
Did you like that story?
I bet you're scared now...
"What do you mean we are in trouble?" I asked.
"We're... just in trouble."
"Please give me a better answer than that." I slammed the desk in anger.
"The Week," he said.
I immediantly started panicking, running around, screaming.
"The end is near!" I screeched.
"Uh, no it's not," he said calmly.
"Oh." I calmed down, embarrassed, and I sat down.
"Qual," he said.
"Welcome to the hunters."
"So AJHQ chose me?"
A Deer's POV