Re: Battle Royale! (Game Start!) Round 1: 1984
10-19-2009, 12:12 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
the game had changed, Whit realized. They were no longer deciding on a game, but fighting with words. This was a game Whit knew well... He knew exactly how to act. He'd just keep talking forcing the conversation to go on, buying time to think of a way out...
"Its a game about finding doubt in others, and finding doubt in yourself."
Whit'e mouth started moving without him thinkng about it. His mind was hard at work analyzing everything relevant. The sounds outside... Were probably the sounds of clashing metal. It would make sense that one was this person... And the rings were within earshot... So he must have been fighting someone else nearby. And the window crashing, that happened on floor 28. Maybe that was this person's opponent? If so, there was one other person in this building... But maybe he was killed already?
"it's also a game of honor, a game about being true to yourself. It's a game played by honest people."
... What was he saying? Whit's attention fluttered, but he quickly refocused. No, it wasn't likely that this person's opponent died. All of them seemed too... Unreal to die so easily. So, two enemies in this building. Still, he knew, it didn't improve his survival chances to have more enemies unless he could be far enough away from them...
"...and besides, you're an honest person. If not, you wouldn't offer to bet with me and promise your life. I'm an honest person too."
And... Did he just lie? Whit ignored that stray thought and continued his analysis, mouth still on autopilot. He glanced at the doors on this floor. The closest two said "iron" and "copper". This must be the metals floor...
"Besides, it's very easy to tell if someone's lying. All you have to do is watch carefully. Every person gives away some sign..."
Another lie, Whit thought. Oh well, it hardly mattered. Whit was ready to make his move... he just needed something, anything to happen.
the game had changed, Whit realized. They were no longer deciding on a game, but fighting with words. This was a game Whit knew well... He knew exactly how to act. He'd just keep talking forcing the conversation to go on, buying time to think of a way out...
"Its a game about finding doubt in others, and finding doubt in yourself."
Whit'e mouth started moving without him thinkng about it. His mind was hard at work analyzing everything relevant. The sounds outside... Were probably the sounds of clashing metal. It would make sense that one was this person... And the rings were within earshot... So he must have been fighting someone else nearby. And the window crashing, that happened on floor 28. Maybe that was this person's opponent? If so, there was one other person in this building... But maybe he was killed already?
"it's also a game of honor, a game about being true to yourself. It's a game played by honest people."
... What was he saying? Whit's attention fluttered, but he quickly refocused. No, it wasn't likely that this person's opponent died. All of them seemed too... Unreal to die so easily. So, two enemies in this building. Still, he knew, it didn't improve his survival chances to have more enemies unless he could be far enough away from them...
"...and besides, you're an honest person. If not, you wouldn't offer to bet with me and promise your life. I'm an honest person too."
And... Did he just lie? Whit ignored that stray thought and continued his analysis, mouth still on autopilot. He glanced at the doors on this floor. The closest two said "iron" and "copper". This must be the metals floor...
"Besides, it's very easy to tell if someone's lying. All you have to do is watch carefully. Every person gives away some sign..."
Another lie, Whit thought. Oh well, it hardly mattered. Whit was ready to make his move... he just needed something, anything to happen.