Re: The Gradual Massacre (GBS2G4) [Round 1: Focal High School]
06-06-2010, 08:00 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
For some reason, the more he felt humiliated, the calmer Algernon got. He lay on the floor for a while, thinking how it was a shame the bulb broke, although not really because it was a horrible weapon anyways and he was lucky he didn't get cut. Then he sat up and thought some more about how to approach this battle.
No teams. Definitely. With the nature of this game, he couldn't afford to get very close to people. It would leave him vulnerable to both betrayal and grief. He had already thought this before, but he suppose it was important enough to emphasize it to himself. But what else?
Back when he was just simply wandering and searching, he would fight only for self-defense or for others. Maybe that should apply here too? Except if he helped others here, that would just prolong the game. It would be a meaningless act of altruism. But he couldn't just sit still if someone was dying in front of him...So even if he were to tell himself not to, he would probably still, say, try to save someone from an insane deaf woman. Even if it was stupid. Algernon sighed. A conscious was not a particularly useful thing to have in this 'Gradual Massacre.'
Speaking of his conscious, no killing. He would probably never forgive himself if he killed someone here. He would never be able to look at Kali again. Algernon automatically gripped the locket around his neck before finally standing up. He only took a few steps before suddenly hesitating. He probably wouldn't feel guilty for killing the bugs. They were just bugs. It'd be silly to feel guilty for them...now he was overthinking this. He knew how he was basically going to act now, so it was time to go out again and find that lighter.
And then Algernon keeled over, trying to dig his hands further into his ears. The unbearable sound seemed to go on forever, driving nails into his skull and then after running out of room, driving nails into the nails. In fact, the worm was biting harder on his head in agony, so much that he started to bleed, but he didn't notice.
At one point, it stopped, though his ears continued ringing for a while. Algernon picked himself up from the floor a second time and leaned against the table, breathing heavily and wondering what the hell just happened. And could he prevent it?
Being in a ceramics classroom, Algernon's thoughts immediately went to clay, but he dismissed the thought mostly because he was sure stuffing clay in his ears would damage them instead of protecting them. Still, he grabbed a handful of clay, even though he had already told himself not to randomly grab more stuff. While washing clay off his hands, Algernon thought of stuffing wet paper towels in his ears, but then realized that if plugging his ears with his hands didn't work, paper towels wouldn't either. With a little disappointment, Algernon realized that the only thing he could do was hope that it wouldn't happen again. He carefully looked down the hall before going out the room. Noting a loud buzzing sound coming from around the corner, he went the other way, keeping an eye out for a 'peace room' (why would a school need that?) or a lighter, still bleeding from the head slightly.
For some reason, the more he felt humiliated, the calmer Algernon got. He lay on the floor for a while, thinking how it was a shame the bulb broke, although not really because it was a horrible weapon anyways and he was lucky he didn't get cut. Then he sat up and thought some more about how to approach this battle.
No teams. Definitely. With the nature of this game, he couldn't afford to get very close to people. It would leave him vulnerable to both betrayal and grief. He had already thought this before, but he suppose it was important enough to emphasize it to himself. But what else?
Back when he was just simply wandering and searching, he would fight only for self-defense or for others. Maybe that should apply here too? Except if he helped others here, that would just prolong the game. It would be a meaningless act of altruism. But he couldn't just sit still if someone was dying in front of him...So even if he were to tell himself not to, he would probably still, say, try to save someone from an insane deaf woman. Even if it was stupid. Algernon sighed. A conscious was not a particularly useful thing to have in this 'Gradual Massacre.'
Speaking of his conscious, no killing. He would probably never forgive himself if he killed someone here. He would never be able to look at Kali again. Algernon automatically gripped the locket around his neck before finally standing up. He only took a few steps before suddenly hesitating. He probably wouldn't feel guilty for killing the bugs. They were just bugs. It'd be silly to feel guilty for them...now he was overthinking this. He knew how he was basically going to act now, so it was time to go out again and find that lighter.
And then Algernon keeled over, trying to dig his hands further into his ears. The unbearable sound seemed to go on forever, driving nails into his skull and then after running out of room, driving nails into the nails. In fact, the worm was biting harder on his head in agony, so much that he started to bleed, but he didn't notice.
At one point, it stopped, though his ears continued ringing for a while. Algernon picked himself up from the floor a second time and leaned against the table, breathing heavily and wondering what the hell just happened. And could he prevent it?
Being in a ceramics classroom, Algernon's thoughts immediately went to clay, but he dismissed the thought mostly because he was sure stuffing clay in his ears would damage them instead of protecting them. Still, he grabbed a handful of clay, even though he had already told himself not to randomly grab more stuff. While washing clay off his hands, Algernon thought of stuffing wet paper towels in his ears, but then realized that if plugging his ears with his hands didn't work, paper towels wouldn't either. With a little disappointment, Algernon realized that the only thing he could do was hope that it wouldn't happen again. He carefully looked down the hall before going out the room. Noting a loud buzzing sound coming from around the corner, he went the other way, keeping an eye out for a 'peace room' (why would a school need that?) or a lighter, still bleeding from the head slightly.