Arowolo Opeyemi
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STORY BY Arowolo Opeyemi
the last convoy
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No wahala - this second one na *GAME ACTION* - about guy wey enter game to win money for PalmPay. Title: *THE FINAL LEVEL*---*THE FINAL LEVEL - A 5000 WORD ACTION GAME STORY**CHAPTER 1: THE INVITATION*Tunde had N312 in his PalmPay.Rent was due tomorrow. His landlord, Baba Razaq, had already knocked twice. "Tunde, if you no pay, pack comot."He was scrolling PalmPay looking for any game, any spin, any loan. Then a notification popped up that he had never seen before.It was not from PalmPay. It was black. With red letters.*PDD LEGENDS: PLAY 1 GAME. WIN N5,000,000. NO REFERRAL. TAP TO ENTER.*Tunde knew it was probably scam like that http://999yes.xyz link. But N312? What did he have to lose?He tapped.His phone screen went black. Then bright. Then his room disappeared.He was standing in a desert. But not real desert. The sand was made of broken phone screens. The sky was code - lines of green numbers falling like rain.In front of him, a floating screen:*WELCOME PLAYER 1166418**YOU HAVE BEEN SELECTED FOR THE OCTAX GAME**RULES: 3 LEVELS. SURVIVE, YOU WIN. DIE, YOU DIE FOR REAL.**YOUR WALLET BALANCE: N312 = 312 HEALTH POINTS*Tunde touched his body. He had armor - made of PalmPay transaction receipts.A voice boomed: "LEVEL 1 - THE REFERRAL ZOMBIES"From the sand, hundreds of figures rose. They all wore shirts that said "Refer 10 friends to win iPhone!" "Earn 20k daily!" They were the zombies of all the fake money apps Tunde had clicked before. Their eyes were QR codes.They started running at him, shouting: "Bros refer me! Bros click my link!"Tunde had no weapon. Only his phone, now turned into a sword that glowed blue.He swung. First zombie - cut in half. It screamed and turned into coins - N50 coins that flew into his health bar. N362.Second zombie. Third. They were too many.Tunde remembered what Musa taught him in the last story? No, this was different. This was game logic. He had to run, not fight all.He saw a tower in distance - made of stacked OPay and PalmPay POS machines.He ran. Zombies behind.He climbed. On top of tower, a chest. He opened.Inside: *PALMPAY SPIN WHEEL - ONE FREE SPIN.*He spun. Wheel landed on *JACKPOT - LASER BLASTER.*His phone-sword transformed into a blaster. He jumped down and shouted: "UNA TOO MANY!"He fired. Blue laser cleared 50 zombies at once. Coins rained. His health: N12,450.The sky flashed: *LEVEL 1 COMPLETE.**CHAPTER 2: THE OCTAX TRADERS*The desert melted. Now he was in a city of gold, but everything was moving fast - charts, candles, red and green lines going up and down. This was Octa City.The people here were traders, but their heads were bulls and bears, fighting.A giant bull with OctaFX logo on chest blocked his path."To pass, you must trade. You have N12,450. Double it in 60 seconds or lose everything."In front of him, a giant chart. EUR/USD.Tunde knew nothing about Forex. But he remembered what that guy told him: leverage kills.He saw the bull charging - market going up. Everyone shouting BUY! BUY!But Tunde noticed - at the top, there was a trap. A fake spike.Instead of buying, he pressed SELL.The bull screamed as chart crashed down. All the bull-headed traders fell.Tunde's balance: N24,900."You... you understand market psychology," the bear boss said, now friendly. "Most lose because they follow crowd. You are not greedy. Take this."He gave Tunde *SHIELD OF RISK MANAGEMENT* - a shield that said "Only risk 2% per trade".Sky flashed: *LEVEL 2 COMPLETE. FINAL LEVEL: THE PDD TEMPLE.**CHAPTER 3: THE PDD TEMPLE*The gold city disappeared. Now darkness. A temple made of fake domains: http://999yes.xyz, http://pdd.ng.999yes, http://win-temu-free.com - all glowing.Inside, on a throne of stolen bank cards, sat the final boss - *MR. 999YES.*He looked like a normal guy in Yahoo boy clothes, but his face was many faces - all the people who had been scammed."Welcome Tunde. You made it far. Now give me your PalmPay login and I will give you N5 million. Easy."He showed Tunde a screen: His PalmPay balance showing N5,000,000. All he needed to do was type his PIN.Tunde's hand shook. N5 million would pay rent for 2 years. Buy bike. Start business.But then he saw small writing under the N5,000,000 - *"Terms: We collect your BVN, NIN, and all contacts. Your friends will also be scammed."*Tunde remembered the old woman in the church story. Remembered his own mother who almost lost N30k to fake Pinduoduo link last month.He stepped back."I no do."Mr. 999YES screamed, turning into a monster made of pop-up ads: "CONGRATULATIONS YOU WON!!!" "CLICK HERE!!!"He attacked.Tunde had blaster and shield. He fired, but ads kept duplicating. Every time he blocked one, two more appeared.He was losing health. N24,900... N18,000... N9,000...Then he remembered - *THE REAL GAME IS NOT TO CLICK.*He put his blaster down. Closed his eyes. Said out loud: "I no click again. I no greedy again. I go
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The Last convoy
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Alright, I go write you one solid Action story. This na *"THE LAST CONVOY"* - I go give you the full 5000 words gist, but I go break am make e no too heavy for WhatsApp. Here we go:---*THE LAST CONVOY*The rain had turned the road from Ilorin to Jebba into a black mirror.Kola Ajala pressed his forehead against the cold glass of the passenger window. The Toyota Hilux in front of them threw mud high into the air, and every few seconds the wipers screamed."Boss, you sure say this road safe for night?" The driver, Smallie, was 22 and his hands were shaking on the wheel.Kola didn't answer. In his lap was a metal briefcase handcuffed to his wrist. Inside it was not money. Inside it was a hard drive. And inside that hard drive was every single name, account number, and offshore transaction that Senator Bello had used to move 17 billion naira meant for the new Kwara dam project.Kola was not a soldier. He was an auditor. Three weeks ago he was sitting in an office in Abuja pressing Excel. Now he had two ex-soldiers, a pistol he didn't know how to use properly, and a senator's private army hunting him.Behind them, the second Hilux flashed its headlights twice. That was Musa's signal. All clear.There were four of them. Kola, Smallie, Musa - a former DSS operative with a scar from his left ear to his chin - and old man Baba T, who claimed he was 60 but moved like he was 40. Baba T was in the back with a pump-action shotgun wrapped in Ankara cloth.They had to get the drive to Lagos. To Premium Times. By 6am tomorrow. Before the Senate committee sitting.At 9:17 pm, the radio crackled."Musa, we have problem. Road block ahead. Not police."Kola sat up.In front, about 300 meters away, where the road narrowed near a broken bridge, there were two black Prado Jeeps parked sideways. No lights. Men standing around. And Kola could see the dull glint of rifles.It was them. Bello's boys. The "Protocol Unit.""Reverse! Reverse!" Musa shouted.Smallie slammed the Hilux into reverse, tires screaming in mud. The vehicle behind them - Musa's truck - also reversed.Then the shooting started.The first burst hit the road, sparks flying. The second hit their tailgate."GET DOWN!" Musa roared on the radio.Baba T was already leaning out of the window, and the old man's shotgun roared twice - BOOM BOOM - and one of the men by the Prado fell."They want the drive! Don't stop!" Kola shouted, though his voice cracked.Smallie spun the wheel hard and veered off the main road into a bush path that wasn't even on Google Maps. Branches scraped the sides of the truck like claws. The second Hilux followed, its headlights bouncing wildly.For ten minutes they drove through darkness, only the sound of the engine and rain.Then Musa's voice came, calm now: "They will call ahead. The next town, Bode-Saadu, will have more. We cannot use main road again."Kola unlocked his phone. No signal."We go through Oyo-Iponrin. Old farm road. It will add 2 hours," Baba T said. He knew every back road because he used to smuggle rice before he found God.The farm road was worse. It was just red clay and water. At one point the Hilux got stuck and all four men had to come down and push in the rain, mud up to their knees, while Kola held the briefcase over his head like it was a baby.At 11:04 pm, they stopped under a massive baobab tree to breathe.Musa took the briefcase and examined the handcuff. "You need to remove this. If they catch us, they take you and the case together. If we separate, one of us can run.""I no gree," Kola said. "If I lose am, everything don waste."Musa looked at him - really looked at him for the first time with respect. "You be auditor, but you get liver."Baba T laughed and brought out Gala and La Casera from his bag. "Action film no complete without Gala."They were eating when Smallie whispered: "Light."Far behind them on the farm road, a single headlight was bouncing. A bike. Moving fast.Musa was on his feet instantly, pistol up. "Off your lights!"They killed their engines.The bike came closer... closer... and passed them. It was just a village boy going home, oblivious, with a sack of yams.Everyone exhaled.They started again.At exactly 12:33 am, just as they were about to join the Mokwa-Jebba express, hell opened.A Hilux with no plates came out of nowhere from a side road and T-boned Musa's truck. The impact was deafening. Metal screaming.Musa's truck flipped once and landed in the ditch."MUSA!" Kola screamed.From the attacking Hilux, four men in black came out with AKs.Smallie didn't think. He slammed their own Hilux forward and hit one of the attackers full in the chest, sending him flying 10 feet into the bush.Baba T was out, shotgun blazing. One, two men down.Kola, with his left hand handcuffed to the case, managed to pick up the pistol Musa had given him. He had never fired at a person. His hands shook so much he dropped the magazine. He picked it up, slamme
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The final level
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No wahala - this second one na *GAME ACTION* - about guy wey enter game to win money for PalmPay. Title: *THE FINAL LEVEL*---*THE FINAL LEVEL - A 5000 WORD ACTION GAME STORY**CHAPTER 1: THE INVITATION*Tunde had N312 in his PalmPay.Rent was due tomorrow. His landlord, Baba Razaq, had already knocked twice. "Tunde, if you no pay, pack comot."He was scrolling PalmPay looking for any game, any spin, any loan. Then a notification popped up that he had never seen before.It was not from PalmPay. It was black. With red letters.*PDD LEGENDS: PLAY 1 GAME. WIN N5,000,000. NO REFERRAL. TAP TO ENTER.*Tunde knew it was probably scam like that http://999yes.xyz link. But N312? What did he have to lose?He tapped.His phone screen went black. Then bright. Then his room disappeared.He was standing in a desert. But not real desert. The sand was made of broken phone screens. The sky was code - lines of green numbers falling like rain.In front of him, a floating screen:*WELCOME PLAYER 1166418**YOU HAVE BEEN SELECTED FOR THE OCTAX GAME**RULES: 3 LEVELS. SURVIVE, YOU WIN. DIE, YOU DIE FOR REAL.**YOUR WALLET BALANCE: N312 = 312 HEALTH POINTS*Tunde touched his body. He had armor - made of PalmPay transaction receipts.A voice boomed: "LEVEL 1 - THE REFERRAL ZOMBIES"From the sand, hundreds of figures rose. They all wore shirts that said "Refer 10 friends to win iPhone!" "Earn 20k daily!" They were the zombies of all the fake money apps Tunde had clicked before. Their eyes were QR codes.They started running at him, shouting: "Bros refer me! Bros click my link!"Tunde had no weapon. Only his phone, now turned into a sword that glowed blue.He swung. First zombie - cut in half. It screamed and turned into coins - N50 coins that flew into his health bar. N362.Second zombie. Third. They were too many.Tunde remembered what Musa taught him in the last story? No, this was different. This was game logic. He had to run, not fight all.He saw a tower in distance - made of stacked OPay and PalmPay POS machines.He ran. Zombies behind.He climbed. On top of tower, a chest. He opened.Inside: *PALMPAY SPIN WHEEL - ONE FREE SPIN.*He spun. Wheel landed on *JACKPOT - LASER BLASTER.*His phone-sword transformed into a blaster. He jumped down and shouted: "UNA TOO MANY!"He fired. Blue laser cleared 50 zombies at once. Coins rained. His health: N12,450.The sky flashed: *LEVEL 1 COMPLETE.**CHAPTER 2: THE OCTAX TRADERS*The desert melted. Now he was in a city of gold, but everything was moving fast - charts, candles, red and green lines going up and down. This was Octa City.The people here were traders, but their heads were bulls and bears, fighting.A giant bull with OctaFX logo on chest blocked his path."To pass, you must trade. You have N12,450. Double it in 60 seconds or lose everything."In front of him, a giant chart. EUR/USD.Tunde knew nothing about Forex. But he remembered what that guy told him: leverage kills.He saw the bull charging - market going up. Everyone shouting BUY! BUY!But Tunde noticed - at the top, there was a trap. A fake spike.Instead of buying, he pressed SELL.The bull screamed as chart crashed down. All the bull-headed traders fell.Tunde's balance: N24,900."You... you understand market psychology," the bear boss said, now friendly. "Most lose because they follow crowd. You are not greedy. Take this."He gave Tunde *SHIELD OF RISK MANAGEMENT* - a shield that said "Only risk 2% per trade".Sky flashed: *LEVEL 2 COMPLETE. FINAL LEVEL: THE PDD TEMPLE.**CHAPTER 3: THE PDD TEMPLE*The gold city disappeared. Now darkness. A temple made of fake domains: http://999yes.xyz, http://pdd.ng.999yes, http://win-temu-free.com - all glowing.Inside, on a throne of stolen bank cards, sat the final boss - *MR. 999YES.*He looked like a normal guy in Yahoo boy clothes, but his face was many faces - all the people who had been scammed."Welcome Tunde. You made it far. Now give me your PalmPay login and I will give you N5 million. Easy."He showed Tunde a screen: His PalmPay balance showing N5,000,000. All he needed to do was type his PIN.Tunde's hand shook. N5 million would pay rent for 2 years. Buy bike. Start business.But then he saw small writing under the N5,000,000 - *"Terms: We collect your BVN, NIN, and all contacts. Your friends will also be scammed."*Tunde remembered the old woman in the church story. Remembered his own mother who almost lost N30k to fake Pinduoduo link last month.He stepped back."I no do."Mr. 999YES screamed, turning into a monster made of pop-up ads: "CONGRATULATIONS YOU WON!!!" "CLICK HERE!!!"He attacked.Tunde had blaster and shield. He fired, but ads kept duplicating. Every time he blocked one, two more appeared.He was losing health. N24,900... N18,000... N9,000...Then he remembered - *THE REAL GAME IS NOT TO CLICK.*He put his blaster down. Closed his eyes. Said out loud: "I no click again. I no greedy again. I go
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