Cheesecake
Savant
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- Oct 7, 2015
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The choice is B!
Thinking that bringing a pack of mutated, hateful children to your teacher is probably a really bad idea. The settlement, however, could probably handle itself. Probably.
A vicious snarl picks up volume as you realize that the bullies are catching up. You snap back to reality and push the limits of your bony legs, running as fast as they will let you. You bob and weave, dodging pellets of paper being spit through straws - which sizzle as the land and burn through the stone. The chase seems a twisted, horrifying version of cross-country, dodgeball and Temple Run as you try your hardest to both navigate and sprint.
After what seemed like an eternity of running, your ears pick up the bustle of the village. The bustle quickly turns into commotion. You hear the marching of footsteps and the clank of metal, and in the distance you hear the bellowing of orders.
You hear a whizzing noise fly past you. A pained groan comes from behind. Sparing a moment to turn your head, you see one of the wretched children beheaded. You look back ahead. A squad of what looks like students in ragged uniforms stands in formation, half forming a veritable shield wall of giant books, the other half with rubber bands ready to fire.
The bands are loosed, they whiz past, and you hear more of the bullies fall to the ground, heads rolling. The bullies retaliate by spitting their acid paper balls at the students, many hitting the thick books, smoke rising from blackened holes. Others, unfortunately, meet their mark, leaving a student with three holes through his neck and head. He falls dead with a painful-sounding gurgle.
When the tide of evil bullies is about to crash into the shield wall, an overwhelming force throws them back, leaving you strangely unharmed. Through a haze, you see an old man reading from a math book, muttering something under his breath. Seeing the foe knocked back, he shuts his book and leaves the squad to finish the bullies off. They approach you as well.
"T-Thank you for-"
Your thanks is abruptly cut short with a punch to the face.
----
You rise up, rubbing your eyes and yawning wide. You silently scold yourself for falling asleep when you should have been the responsible adult and kept watch. Now Harold was gone, alone out in the dark.
You also hear what sounds like marching off in the distance, and almost-silent screams and roars. Something big is going on.
When you slept, you hoped that this was all a dream, all some sick, twisted nightmare. But all the teacher gossip and bathroom legends proved true: the Detention was real. You thought the other teachers bringing you down to the cellar was all some prank, but you could tell deep down inside from their faces, they were serious.
Seeing yourself first hand the monsters inside this horrifying labyrinth, you understandably worry greatly for your student. You've seen him take care of the bully earlier, but who knows what else is out there. You decide no time should be wasted, and you are determined to find him.
Where though? If the bathroom legend is true, the labyrinth spans the entire country - on the first level. Who knows how deep it goes? No time to worry about that, though, you have to find him!
A. Call out his name loudly. Obviously a very stupid idea, but given the size of the labyrinth, and the darkness, sound might be the fastest way to get to him.
B. Follow the sound of the commotion.
C. Wander around. He couldn't have gotten far.
D. Do something else: ____
Thinking that bringing a pack of mutated, hateful children to your teacher is probably a really bad idea. The settlement, however, could probably handle itself. Probably.
A vicious snarl picks up volume as you realize that the bullies are catching up. You snap back to reality and push the limits of your bony legs, running as fast as they will let you. You bob and weave, dodging pellets of paper being spit through straws - which sizzle as the land and burn through the stone. The chase seems a twisted, horrifying version of cross-country, dodgeball and Temple Run as you try your hardest to both navigate and sprint.
After what seemed like an eternity of running, your ears pick up the bustle of the village. The bustle quickly turns into commotion. You hear the marching of footsteps and the clank of metal, and in the distance you hear the bellowing of orders.
You hear a whizzing noise fly past you. A pained groan comes from behind. Sparing a moment to turn your head, you see one of the wretched children beheaded. You look back ahead. A squad of what looks like students in ragged uniforms stands in formation, half forming a veritable shield wall of giant books, the other half with rubber bands ready to fire.
The bands are loosed, they whiz past, and you hear more of the bullies fall to the ground, heads rolling. The bullies retaliate by spitting their acid paper balls at the students, many hitting the thick books, smoke rising from blackened holes. Others, unfortunately, meet their mark, leaving a student with three holes through his neck and head. He falls dead with a painful-sounding gurgle.
When the tide of evil bullies is about to crash into the shield wall, an overwhelming force throws them back, leaving you strangely unharmed. Through a haze, you see an old man reading from a math book, muttering something under his breath. Seeing the foe knocked back, he shuts his book and leaves the squad to finish the bullies off. They approach you as well.
"T-Thank you for-"
Your thanks is abruptly cut short with a punch to the face.
----
You rise up, rubbing your eyes and yawning wide. You silently scold yourself for falling asleep when you should have been the responsible adult and kept watch. Now Harold was gone, alone out in the dark.
You also hear what sounds like marching off in the distance, and almost-silent screams and roars. Something big is going on.
When you slept, you hoped that this was all a dream, all some sick, twisted nightmare. But all the teacher gossip and bathroom legends proved true: the Detention was real. You thought the other teachers bringing you down to the cellar was all some prank, but you could tell deep down inside from their faces, they were serious.
Seeing yourself first hand the monsters inside this horrifying labyrinth, you understandably worry greatly for your student. You've seen him take care of the bully earlier, but who knows what else is out there. You decide no time should be wasted, and you are determined to find him.
Where though? If the bathroom legend is true, the labyrinth spans the entire country - on the first level. Who knows how deep it goes? No time to worry about that, though, you have to find him!
A. Call out his name loudly. Obviously a very stupid idea, but given the size of the labyrinth, and the darkness, sound might be the fastest way to get to him.
B. Follow the sound of the commotion.
C. Wander around. He couldn't have gotten far.
D. Do something else: ____