Re: The Gradual Massacre (GBS2G4) [Round 2: The Museum]
07-12-2010, 08:12 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by cyber95.
Pluck stared at the display in front of him. It was a rather lifelike animatronic, but waterboarding wasn't that bad, compared to what he had seen last round. He would have figured that somebody like the Controller would have more malicious taste in a museum of torture.
He moved onto the next display, which featured a lovingly crafted scene of a man being skinned alive. The speaker at the base of the display projected screams of agony and the sound of skin being peeled from muscle, making it particularly gruesome to be around.
It was a little bit odd. Was this really a museum? If it were a proper museum, things probably would be grouped together based on some sort of similarity, but these displays were haphazardly placed around wherever they would fit, it seemed.
Pluck wandered over to a display of a man cut up all over his body. The animatronic had a gag on it, and there was no speaker with it, so it seemed like a better place to collect his thoughts.
He thought of Immortus, and immediately regretted his decision to not start taking programming classes back in middle school. Had he known that artificial thoughts from an artificial intelligence were entirely viable for his powers, he would have had much more ease using them.
There were also his fellow contestants to think of.
Algernon seemed nice enough, if a little bit loopy, but who could blame him? This situation was enough to make any normal person go a little bit crazy. The fact that he could have some gaps in his memory as to what happened probably wouldn't help. If they ran in to each other, an alliance seemed like it could work. He would have to be careful, though, in case he were unstable.
Thane was dangerous. There was no doubt about it. He'd need to be ready to fight or flee at any point upon meeting with Thane. He did, however, seem vaguely reasonable, and could perhaps be collaborated with for mutual goals. And then hopefully throw his trust to the wind as soon as those goals are achieved.
Acacia seemed nice. Pluck, unfortunately, didn't manage to get to know her for too, long, but she would definitely be a candidate for working together.
Pluck did not want to spend any longer than was strictly necessary with the elf.
He didn't know very much about The Countess or Lucas, and couldn't really form an opinion on them. The pile of bugs known as Ouroborous either, but he at least knew "stay the hell away" was a priority order with it.
Even then, there was the fact that one of them was likely dead at the moment. That just meant, however, that there was less to keep track of.
Pluck looked over to the display. It was rather creepy looking, as the knife continued to "slice" at the plastic man's skin. He thought of Immortus, and in a moment of self-parody, struck a dramatic pose while staring intently at the man.
He wasn't expecting his power to go off. After all, there was supposedly nothing with any thoughts to give. Behind him, however, was most certainly what one would describe as the Grim Reaper.
Pluck ran away from the display and the reaper as fast as he could go.
Pluck stared at the display in front of him. It was a rather lifelike animatronic, but waterboarding wasn't that bad, compared to what he had seen last round. He would have figured that somebody like the Controller would have more malicious taste in a museum of torture.
He moved onto the next display, which featured a lovingly crafted scene of a man being skinned alive. The speaker at the base of the display projected screams of agony and the sound of skin being peeled from muscle, making it particularly gruesome to be around.
It was a little bit odd. Was this really a museum? If it were a proper museum, things probably would be grouped together based on some sort of similarity, but these displays were haphazardly placed around wherever they would fit, it seemed.
Pluck wandered over to a display of a man cut up all over his body. The animatronic had a gag on it, and there was no speaker with it, so it seemed like a better place to collect his thoughts.
He thought of Immortus, and immediately regretted his decision to not start taking programming classes back in middle school. Had he known that artificial thoughts from an artificial intelligence were entirely viable for his powers, he would have had much more ease using them.
There were also his fellow contestants to think of.
Algernon seemed nice enough, if a little bit loopy, but who could blame him? This situation was enough to make any normal person go a little bit crazy. The fact that he could have some gaps in his memory as to what happened probably wouldn't help. If they ran in to each other, an alliance seemed like it could work. He would have to be careful, though, in case he were unstable.
Thane was dangerous. There was no doubt about it. He'd need to be ready to fight or flee at any point upon meeting with Thane. He did, however, seem vaguely reasonable, and could perhaps be collaborated with for mutual goals. And then hopefully throw his trust to the wind as soon as those goals are achieved.
Acacia seemed nice. Pluck, unfortunately, didn't manage to get to know her for too, long, but she would definitely be a candidate for working together.
Pluck did not want to spend any longer than was strictly necessary with the elf.
He didn't know very much about The Countess or Lucas, and couldn't really form an opinion on them. The pile of bugs known as Ouroborous either, but he at least knew "stay the hell away" was a priority order with it.
Even then, there was the fact that one of them was likely dead at the moment. That just meant, however, that there was less to keep track of.
Pluck looked over to the display. It was rather creepy looking, as the knife continued to "slice" at the plastic man's skin. He thought of Immortus, and in a moment of self-parody, struck a dramatic pose while staring intently at the man.
He wasn't expecting his power to go off. After all, there was supposedly nothing with any thoughts to give. Behind him, however, was most certainly what one would describe as the Grim Reaper.
Pluck ran away from the display and the reaper as fast as he could go.
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