Torn between towerofanimus and exitvoid

[lastmanstanding]

So we're back at this huh? You have an itch to do terrible things and you can't find anybody to do it with you or get...what's the word. Excited. So we're looking at horror games.

No no, don't get up. Don't make noise, please you're going to give me a fucking headache. Do you know how many people have that kind of thing happen without making such a huge deal about it? You're giving me a bad name.

...and if you really cared you wouldn't. [John never cared, and so he was held up as an example, an example of a failure. As Amanda's lesser, as a beast of burden and it still hurts. This is the same and he hates it, being made an object of scorn and ridicule.]

So you're letting me go back to square one. I'm okay with this. Honestly, I'm more then okay. It was a way to fix it, and you can't do it there so we'll be doing it other places. And this time, you'll do it right. Send me back, let me get Gecko out of there and then let me go back to playing by my rules.

...you held up under a lot of stress however. I'll give you that much. Don't be so offended that I preface with my. I work alone. John's Will?

No. My will be done.

Comments

[notjustinthemirror]

You can do terrible things pretty much anywhere. Though horror helps I guess.

[notthedoctor]

Where I'm at, it's more the Project Head or Captain's will be done. Yours won't be taken much into account.

[lastmanstanding]

...Project Head or Captain?

[He is some kinda curious over here]

[notthedoctor]

They're sort of running things around here. They watch what we do and occasionally stir everything up. You have to be careful what you say to who and where.

[and he has the absolutely worse person to try to explain things talking to him.]

[lastmanstanding]

...I'm used to working under the gun and under scrutiny. [John Kramer] I was a cop for twenty years.

[notthedoctor]

This is a little different than that, I think. Do you like creamed corn?

[lastmanstanding]

..do I what?

[notthedoctor]

Do you like creamed corn?

[lastmanstanding]

...I haven't had it in a really long time. Why? what, will there be days it reigns down from the sky?

[notthedoctor]

That's really all we have to eat unless you can fish with a paperclip and some string. Or you feel like killing the mutant rats with knife-claws.

[lastmanstanding]

...Are you fucking serious?

[And he thought being forced to face himself as a child was bad.]

...What, no guns? I don't get to keep mine?

[notthedoctor]

Completely! Although, this week we have meat trying to stalk us. Nothing like having a flock of dead and butchered ducks plopping along after you. Ordinarily, yeah, creamed corn is it.

Some have their guns, yes. I don't carry one, but others do.

[lastmanstanding]

...Ducks. [He looks a little amused.] Slaughtered animals have never scared me.

Good. I have an expert marksman rating. Hate for it to go to waste.

[notthedoctor]

Ducks. Better than the rotting lamb shanks trying to shove themselves down other people's throats. Then there's the snakes of sausages. The maggots are worse.

You'd need something to shoot first. We don't often see our captors.

[lastmanstanding]

I was talking about duck hunting.

...I'm used to being captured. The trick is to...play their game.

[notthedoctor]

Does it really help to shoot something that's already dead?

You have to find out what the game is first.

[lastmanstanding]

Is that something you'd know?

[notthedoctor]

That they're dead? Oh yes. That we're in someone's personal ant farm? Oh yes, that too.

[lastmanstanding]

[He rubs his temple for a moment] Then you fucking fight back. Take it back.

[notthedoctor]

You wrongly think that we aren't trying to.