Re: Battle Royale! (Game Start!) Round 1: 1984
10-19-2009, 10:30 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
As Itzal left, Whit muttered "Until next time." and stood back up. Mentally, Whit had categorized Itzal as someone potentially dangerous, but not a true threat... yet. As the doors closed, Whit thought to himself aloud about what Itzal had said.
"Unwilling to gamble? Hah, It's not ever a gamble until all the chips are on the table."
Still, it bothered him to have turned down a supposed "gamble". He rarely did refused gambling, but when he did, it was because he wasn't sure that he could win.
"Tsk. Oh well. We'll see about it when I can put the odds back in my favor."
Whit smiled. He'd soon be able to get his hands on various other weapons, or what he considered to be "chips" in this death match game. Even if there were others still in the building, Whit wasn't as worried as he was; during his conversation with the robed figure, he had learned a way that only he could use his environment to his advantage. He sighed and looked up at the top of the elevator, talking to himself.
"Looks like I'm betting my life on knowledge... Well, I've done similar before, right? This shouldn't be any different..."
Would it be different? Whit certainly had won many gambles using what he knew and exploited, but was it really the same as what he was doing now?
Oh well, he thought. I'll just figure it out as I go...
Ding!
The Elevator had finished it's decent, and the doors began to open.
As Itzal left, Whit muttered "Until next time." and stood back up. Mentally, Whit had categorized Itzal as someone potentially dangerous, but not a true threat... yet. As the doors closed, Whit thought to himself aloud about what Itzal had said.
"Unwilling to gamble? Hah, It's not ever a gamble until all the chips are on the table."
Still, it bothered him to have turned down a supposed "gamble". He rarely did refused gambling, but when he did, it was because he wasn't sure that he could win.
"Tsk. Oh well. We'll see about it when I can put the odds back in my favor."
Whit smiled. He'd soon be able to get his hands on various other weapons, or what he considered to be "chips" in this death match game. Even if there were others still in the building, Whit wasn't as worried as he was; during his conversation with the robed figure, he had learned a way that only he could use his environment to his advantage. He sighed and looked up at the top of the elevator, talking to himself.
"Looks like I'm betting my life on knowledge... Well, I've done similar before, right? This shouldn't be any different..."
Would it be different? Whit certainly had won many gambles using what he knew and exploited, but was it really the same as what he was doing now?
Oh well, he thought. I'll just figure it out as I go...
Ding!
The Elevator had finished it's decent, and the doors began to open.
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