Starting point for boy#10
Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2005 11:04 am
Minase stumbled through the undergrowth, his powerful strides made more noise than ten people yet his mind was too scattered for him to care. It seemed to have split into two halves, tactical and moral.
The tactical side was guiding him through the woods and all the time thinking, where to go, where to go? He knew that the island was scattered with other potential players, who would no doubt be closer than him to the more tactical positions, it really seemed as though he had drawn the short straw on locations. Going to the cliff or lookout point or any of the residential areas would be unwise because they were too obvious, his only hope was to discover an original base from which to operate, somewhere in this forest. Then he could make his move.
What this move would be however, was left to his moral side. All the time he stumbled and climbed and jumped and hopped and kicked and strode along he was thinking, was he playing? He didnt have many friends, or any, he had even thought about killing them before, but he thought about doing a lot of things he wouldnt, when put into practice, he wasnt as cruel as he wanted to believe, or as hard as he wanted others to think he was.
After a few minutes he realised how much noise he was making, would someone hear? for safey, he thought tactically, it was time to check his weapon, and gingerly, with wide open eyes, he drew it out, a machine gun. 'Perhaps i am playing' thought Minase, as he fingered it up and down, admiring it from all sides. Just the feel of it in his hands made him feel powerful, 'pehaps i am.'
With that he moved away, much more silently, a loaded gun in his arm.
The tactical side was guiding him through the woods and all the time thinking, where to go, where to go? He knew that the island was scattered with other potential players, who would no doubt be closer than him to the more tactical positions, it really seemed as though he had drawn the short straw on locations. Going to the cliff or lookout point or any of the residential areas would be unwise because they were too obvious, his only hope was to discover an original base from which to operate, somewhere in this forest. Then he could make his move.
What this move would be however, was left to his moral side. All the time he stumbled and climbed and jumped and hopped and kicked and strode along he was thinking, was he playing? He didnt have many friends, or any, he had even thought about killing them before, but he thought about doing a lot of things he wouldnt, when put into practice, he wasnt as cruel as he wanted to believe, or as hard as he wanted others to think he was.
After a few minutes he realised how much noise he was making, would someone hear? for safey, he thought tactically, it was time to check his weapon, and gingerly, with wide open eyes, he drew it out, a machine gun. 'Perhaps i am playing' thought Minase, as he fingered it up and down, admiring it from all sides. Just the feel of it in his hands made him feel powerful, 'pehaps i am.'
With that he moved away, much more silently, a loaded gun in his arm.