Yesterday, Telegram said that you had died.

[Lilith]

Jill screamed at the top of her lungs.

She screamed and howled and tore through her things. This couldn't be real. She kicked things. She punched things. Gillian rammed into the grate of the fan until it was shattered and broken. The subject of her anger stood in front of her until it was broken from her bloodied fist covering the grate. She screamed and she cried and she almost vomited.

Gillian hated computers. She hated them. She hated CR. She hated the fact she had to do this just to get a high school diploma. She hated this fucking so-fucking-useful technology was going to kill her, and she was going to be fucking murdered by her classmates that she barely knew! Nobody in her class knew her that well! She'd get murdered first, for sure!

She coughed, dropping to her knees, spitting globs of phlegm as she stared at her bloodied knuckles.

Gillian knew she would die here, because if she didn't, she would get herself killed in the Meatspace trying to find these fuckers who did this to her.

Her opened backpack, pink and default, revealed that her Light Yagami lunch box had been replaced with a Cheez-It® bag.

"Fuck-fucking Cheez-It®?" She picked it up. "What the fuck do you mean, fucking Cheez-It®?"

Gillian picked it up, kicked her backpack and screamed at the sky that seemed more like the polygons on her computer screen when she looked up closely at Light Yagami writing on his Death Note. "Am I a fucking joke to you?"

"I'M LACTOSE INTOLERANT!"

And with that, she threw the Cheez-It® into the hole next to her where the spinning blade tore it apart.

[Lilith]

And, then, the flood of Cheez-It®, broken plastic bags, and salt dust pushed Gillian off the roof as she screamed.

[NoLife42069]

Kenton was right.

I should have never come to school today.



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A figure on the rooftop awoke, to screams and the five letters in bold letters telling them things they already knew. Something was wrong.

The screams made way to howls, howls to sobs. The sound of things breaking reverberated through their ears. Yet they paid it no mind, their mind whirled.

Death game, four days, Vir Solitarius, live stream, death, survival.

Yet, their thoughts were interrupted by someone proclaiming their own weakness. Black eyes moved to the girl as she chucked a bag of Cheez-It® into a fan. The figure stood up and opened its mouth.

Then the flood came, and their classmate fell.

The figure dived, almost sliding clean off the roof, as they grabbed a hold of their classmate.

"Hello, Classmate."

ÁNGEL ALCÁNTARA - ArchUriel4Ohm - Status: Alive

GAME START

Ángel flashed an strained smile. "You almost died."

What a way to start the day.

[Lilith]

Her body dangled as a flood of Cheez-It® dust, fragments, and plastic struck her in the face. She could feel - somehow - that the sharp edges of the crackers had found a way underneath her clothes. She raised her other arm, catching the side of the fence. Gillian had toppled over it, flipping over head over heels. Her eyes flicked up, but she couldn't keep them open because she got dusting of salt that made her yelp in pain.

She pulled herself up, her head peeking up as a deluge of crackers struck her in the face. There was a rattling on the floor. She was about to open her mouth as a whip struck her in the face.

Gillian let go, falling backward.

[NoLife42069]

Then the girl fell. Dread welled up inside him. "Mierda" He cursed as the girl and a pile of Cheez-It® shattered glass.

Ángel stared at where the girl fell, looking for any signs of life.

There were none.

Ángel laid there looking at his failure. "She fell with her bag..." He muttered as he got up.

Ángel walked away from the edge to pick up his own backpack, turned daypack. He casted a glance back to where the girl fell.

...

Ángel then let out a string of curses in Spanish as he ran for the Bridge.

[Level Up!]
[New Perk gained!: Cherchez La Bachelor- +10% additional damage to female and male opponents. You also have access to unique dialogue options when dealing with the opposite and same sex. *Pan joke here*. You don't remember the sexualities of your classmates, but don't let that stop you from trying to flirt your way out of gunpoint!]
((Ángel Alcántara continued in But I knew, and I know it was a lie. ))