Re: I'm Alive
Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2018 8:21 pm
Dan was frustrated to find that his grasp fell short of the fleeing strangers ankle, but he really didn't have the conviction right now to pursue him; once again there was the issue with his opponent having the higher ground, plus he was pretty sure he would be outrun once he reached the top anyway.
The arrogant douchebag looked down on him from his position halfway up the ladder and made an attempt to say something quote-worthy for the cameras. Nerds were always philosophizing to compensate for being physically unimpressive. Dan would bet money that any self-proclaimed genius would trade his intellect on a dime for muscles or money or a bigger dick or something.
"You talk too much," Dan replied, shouldering his bag in resignation as the pasty boy dissappeared from sight. There had been kids like him in the previous game. There had been kids like Dan in the previous game. Emo boy, too. The point was, a handful of them had underestimated Danya and payed for it. Underestimated their fellow students, too. And the game. The game was the most powerful of all. It altered peoples minds.
Dan wasn't going to kid himself. The odds were slim in his corner, especially with that shit syringe as his only weapon. He was playing because it was better than just crawling under a rock and dying; he didn't think he could win. Captain Pastyface was in for a rude awakening.
So now he was left alone in the rain, no better off than when he'd started. He didn't try to retrieve the dead emo kids samurai sword or provisions, as the river was murky now and getting higher already with the rainfall. All he could do was change directions; the forest was a dangerzone now, there was no shelter to the east, and that ladder was so fucking slippery it wasn't worth the risk of injury or death to climb it.
'Ehh, fuck the whole thing,' he said to himself, heading on back the way he came. There was a city or town or something in the middle of the island. It would be crawling with players trying to escape the storm, but at least it was more promising than this shit.
((continued in Storm A-Comin'))
The arrogant douchebag looked down on him from his position halfway up the ladder and made an attempt to say something quote-worthy for the cameras. Nerds were always philosophizing to compensate for being physically unimpressive. Dan would bet money that any self-proclaimed genius would trade his intellect on a dime for muscles or money or a bigger dick or something.
"You talk too much," Dan replied, shouldering his bag in resignation as the pasty boy dissappeared from sight. There had been kids like him in the previous game. There had been kids like Dan in the previous game. Emo boy, too. The point was, a handful of them had underestimated Danya and payed for it. Underestimated their fellow students, too. And the game. The game was the most powerful of all. It altered peoples minds.
Dan wasn't going to kid himself. The odds were slim in his corner, especially with that shit syringe as his only weapon. He was playing because it was better than just crawling under a rock and dying; he didn't think he could win. Captain Pastyface was in for a rude awakening.
So now he was left alone in the rain, no better off than when he'd started. He didn't try to retrieve the dead emo kids samurai sword or provisions, as the river was murky now and getting higher already with the rainfall. All he could do was change directions; the forest was a dangerzone now, there was no shelter to the east, and that ladder was so fucking slippery it wasn't worth the risk of injury or death to climb it.
'Ehh, fuck the whole thing,' he said to himself, heading on back the way he came. There was a city or town or something in the middle of the island. It would be crawling with players trying to escape the storm, but at least it was more promising than this shit.
((continued in Storm A-Comin'))