Re: The Gradual Massacre (GBS2G4) [Round 2: The Museum]
07-11-2010, 09:46 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
It took a few seconds for Algernon to remember to breathe.
That...that creepy bastard...was everybody trying to screw with his mind? Was the whole universe giving him the finger and trying to push him over the edge of sanity? Was he expected to just shut down and let everybody step all over him? It was a tempting idea, actually. But no, keep moving, keep moving, hopefully he'll just forget this whole thing ever happened.
Algernon finally moved, not really out of necessity, more out of a small experimentation to see if he really wasn't dead. Satisfied that he was suitably alive (and maybe disappointed he would have to continue dealing with earthly problems such as the stress that comes with being plopped into a sadistic battle), the dark-haired boy started wringing out his shirt again and thinking of at least short-term plans.
Reminding himself that his memory tended to be unreliable (though not in the way most people's were) brought to his attention that it was actually possible for him to forget who the other contestants were, even forget he was in a 'gradual massacre.' This thought was incredibly worrying. But at least he thought of it now before it happened and it seemed an easy enough problem to solve. He just had to make sure he wouldn't forget, which meant carrying reminders. He had a working marker. He had two arms. It was easy to make the connection.
Algernon uncapped the strangely dry marker but then paused. He didn't have much space on his arms, mostly because he could only roll up his sleeve so far. Plus, he was right-handed. He wouldn't be able to write anything on his right arm. Nothing legible at least. He had to be sure to write only what was important.
battle to the death - The Controller he started.
Thane tentacles bossy get
away Holly elf items to
emotions Ouroborous bugs
AVOID Countess creepy suspicious
Algernon paused again, his left arm twisted in an uncomfortable position. Was that it? The other contestants, Pluck, Acacia and Lucas, he didn't really know them too well to give any useful notes (and he was running out of arm anyways). Wait, which one died? It would have been nice if it was Thane. It would also mean his notes were out of date. Crap, he was too focused on the Controller to notice who were remaining. Um. Should he still plot against Thane?
It was at this point, as Algernon was rolling down his sleeve and continuing to be nervous and confused (this will probably be a constant), that he finally started becoming vaguely aware of his surroundings. His back was feeling oddly warm. Turning around, he saw the reason why. There was a bonfire, real, as far as he could tell, and a woman was being used as kindling, soulless eyes staring down into the blaze, her form limp and resigned. Algernon glanced down at the little card mounted in front. 'Salem Witch Trials' It just figures. A sadistic museum for a sadistic Controller. He looked up at the display again, disgusted, and jumped suddenly.
The woman was looking at him now Christ why was she looking at him
Her eyes were still blank and yet conveyed horrible blistering pain. Her mouth was open but she seemed to have forgotten how to scream, so long had been her torture. She wasn't real, right? But as Algernon nervously backed away, he was sure that the Controller wouldn't hesitate to let a woman burn for eternity in this museum.
He felt compelled to break the bonds tying her to the burning post. But...then what? How would she even walk? Unless she was an animatronic. Still, he didn't want to just...leave her. Looking around, Algernon could see more displays of torture, even alien torture, some devices neatly placed on pedestals, but surprisingly, nothing much in terms of sharp implements that could cut rope. Averting his eyes, he swallowed his reluctance.
And he left.
The woman stared after him. It seemed to him she would haunt him for the rest of his life. It seemed to him a lot of things in this cruel battle would haunt him for the rest of his life.
It took a few seconds for Algernon to remember to breathe.
That...that creepy bastard...was everybody trying to screw with his mind? Was the whole universe giving him the finger and trying to push him over the edge of sanity? Was he expected to just shut down and let everybody step all over him? It was a tempting idea, actually. But no, keep moving, keep moving, hopefully he'll just forget this whole thing ever happened.
Algernon finally moved, not really out of necessity, more out of a small experimentation to see if he really wasn't dead. Satisfied that he was suitably alive (and maybe disappointed he would have to continue dealing with earthly problems such as the stress that comes with being plopped into a sadistic battle), the dark-haired boy started wringing out his shirt again and thinking of at least short-term plans.
Reminding himself that his memory tended to be unreliable (though not in the way most people's were) brought to his attention that it was actually possible for him to forget who the other contestants were, even forget he was in a 'gradual massacre.' This thought was incredibly worrying. But at least he thought of it now before it happened and it seemed an easy enough problem to solve. He just had to make sure he wouldn't forget, which meant carrying reminders. He had a working marker. He had two arms. It was easy to make the connection.
Algernon uncapped the strangely dry marker but then paused. He didn't have much space on his arms, mostly because he could only roll up his sleeve so far. Plus, he was right-handed. He wouldn't be able to write anything on his right arm. Nothing legible at least. He had to be sure to write only what was important.
battle to the death - The Controller he started.
Thane tentacles bossy get
away Holly elf items to
emotions Ouroborous bugs
AVOID Countess creepy suspicious
Algernon paused again, his left arm twisted in an uncomfortable position. Was that it? The other contestants, Pluck, Acacia and Lucas, he didn't really know them too well to give any useful notes (and he was running out of arm anyways). Wait, which one died? It would have been nice if it was Thane. It would also mean his notes were out of date. Crap, he was too focused on the Controller to notice who were remaining. Um. Should he still plot against Thane?
It was at this point, as Algernon was rolling down his sleeve and continuing to be nervous and confused (this will probably be a constant), that he finally started becoming vaguely aware of his surroundings. His back was feeling oddly warm. Turning around, he saw the reason why. There was a bonfire, real, as far as he could tell, and a woman was being used as kindling, soulless eyes staring down into the blaze, her form limp and resigned. Algernon glanced down at the little card mounted in front. 'Salem Witch Trials' It just figures. A sadistic museum for a sadistic Controller. He looked up at the display again, disgusted, and jumped suddenly.
The woman was looking at him now Christ why was she looking at him
Her eyes were still blank and yet conveyed horrible blistering pain. Her mouth was open but she seemed to have forgotten how to scream, so long had been her torture. She wasn't real, right? But as Algernon nervously backed away, he was sure that the Controller wouldn't hesitate to let a woman burn for eternity in this museum.
He felt compelled to break the bonds tying her to the burning post. But...then what? How would she even walk? Unless she was an animatronic. Still, he didn't want to just...leave her. Looking around, Algernon could see more displays of torture, even alien torture, some devices neatly placed on pedestals, but surprisingly, nothing much in terms of sharp implements that could cut rope. Averting his eyes, he swallowed his reluctance.
And he left.
The woman stared after him. It seemed to him she would haunt him for the rest of his life. It seemed to him a lot of things in this cruel battle would haunt him for the rest of his life.