The Computer (
thecomputer) wrote2014-11-12 07:35 am
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DEAD 03
[Welcome, Zolf!]
[You regain consciousness in a waiting room of some sort. Something is clearly odd - your entire body is slightly transparent, and everything you were carrying with you aside from your clothes is gone. On the plus side, you seem to be impervious to all harm.]
[There is an end table with two stacks of papers. One is a large area to write in (there is a small assortment of pens next to this), and the other all bear the same message:]
Congratulations! You have died.
Please wait in this area until such time as the exercise is terminated. At that time, you will be transferred to your appropriate afterlife. If you were assigned a Communist role, rest easy knowing that any ultimatum given as part of your motivation was false.
If you have any questions, please shout them into the air, and a representative will get back to you within 5-100,000 business days. If you have any final messages for the living, please write them on form B and submit it into the slot in the south wall. Delivery is not guaranteed.
[Sure enough, there’s a slot. In addition, a hallway connects this room with a much larger room, not unlike a movie theatre. A large screen on the far wall shows various events back in the facility as they unfold in real time. A side alcove provides slightly transparent popcorn and a water cooler, although hunger, thirst and exhaustion don’t seem to exist here.]
[You regain consciousness in a waiting room of some sort. Something is clearly odd - your entire body is slightly transparent, and everything you were carrying with you aside from your clothes is gone. On the plus side, you seem to be impervious to all harm.]
[There is an end table with two stacks of papers. One is a large area to write in (there is a small assortment of pens next to this), and the other all bear the same message:]
Congratulations! You have died.
Please wait in this area until such time as the exercise is terminated. At that time, you will be transferred to your appropriate afterlife. If you were assigned a Communist role, rest easy knowing that any ultimatum given as part of your motivation was false.
If you have any questions, please shout them into the air, and a representative will get back to you within 5-100,000 business days. If you have any final messages for the living, please write them on form B and submit it into the slot in the south wall. Delivery is not guaranteed.
[Sure enough, there’s a slot. In addition, a hallway connects this room with a much larger room, not unlike a movie theatre. A large screen on the far wall shows various events back in the facility as they unfold in real time. A side alcove provides slightly transparent popcorn and a water cooler, although hunger, thirst and exhaustion don’t seem to exist here.]
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[That patience doesn't seem to be rubbing off.]
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Maybe you should have thought about that the first time when you brought the military to the Nest and mowed down all of your allies.
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[The words are sharp; he can hear his volume rising, but he can't say he really wants to put much of a stop to it.]
You want to hate me for that? Fine. I professionally and categorically don't care, because you hating me isn't my damn problem! Just make up your damn mind about it already!
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[And then. That happens.]
What... what the hell?!
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Loyalty Officer, right?!
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Ah. Well, that's. Um.
...holy shit.]
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Be my guest.
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WERE WE MAD A FEW SECONDS AGO BECAUSE]
That bitch was staying in my room; trust me, I'd fight you for the honors if you argued me on it.
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He can't remember. Holy shit this is exciting.]
You can go right ahead. I'm not taking this from you.
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[...the amount of vibrating he has going on already probably implies more than he wants it to regarding his thoughts on that, but WHO CARES
he's just going to be over here twitching if you don't mind
kind of running his fingers lightly over his palms as well, over those arrays he's got
he is so stoked]
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He should be a little angry because he doesn't like being lied to, but if the Loyalty Officer sent the Troubleshooter in to make sure Greed was the real thing, well, he can't really blame him.]
Suddenly I care a lot more about this game than I did before.
I wonder if good ol' Yomiel is doing this for us.
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He said he'd send us a few more before he dies.
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Which means it's a matter of picking out the remaining three after they get rid of her.
Do you have any theories?
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[...]
...god, I had both of them in my room, too.
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Newman seemed choked up about you. You think that was an act?
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[Huh.]
I know one of that kid's secrets already. He's not as good at keeping them as he thinks he is.
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If he's really a communist....
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But they didn't go after me, they went after Tohsaka - and apparently Himemiya was the Indoctrinator. So why...?
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What if Himemiya had a different target in mind, but Matou convinced her otherwise?
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oh my god
greed you don't mind if he just laughs like a fucking maniac over here do you of course you don't]
Then that would be the biggest mistake they've made so far.
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If that had been the case, my instincts about you would have turned out to be correct.
But instead they had to be touching and reunite two sisters who apparently don't even get along at all.
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[Look, even if that's not what happened, it's funny as hell.]
Though it's not like letting Newman and Himemiya call the shots would have been any less sickening - it wouldn't have been family, it would have been friendship, which is arguably an even dumber idea.
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[This is one of the funniest situations possible.]
Strategy didn't seem like it was going to happen with the Indoctrinator. At least we know why now.
Too bad there's no way to get that message to the others, huh? I don't think our "last messages" will reach them.
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