The Games: Geography of SS

[James Comey]

I need to take a hike - Wactor

[craxyguy562]

Molly: *to Wactor* Don't we all?

[Subb]

NO HIKES! And you don't get an opinion, Molly. You're dead. Or, you should be. -The GameMaker

[craxyguy562]

Molly: *to GM* Hypocrite, you call Mr. Winters racist but your the one who is truly racist.

(OOC: Yay! She's defending Winters )

[Subb]

No. You shouldn't be here. You should be in the ground. You are a freak of nature. I only brought you here because.... Never mind that. You are plant food. Plain and simple.-The GameMaker

[craxyguy562]

Molly:*blank face*...

[James Comey]

Hey, don't talk to Molly like that!

[Subb]

HEY! Look, the person tied to a damn chair has a big mouth. I can talk to people however I want. Especially that walking maggot bus.

Oh, by the way, Winters. "Ghoul" is really uncreative.-The GameMaker

[James Comey]

Heh, have you considered looking at your life? Perhaps you should - Wactor

[craxyguy562]

Molly: *To GM* Leave Mr. Winters alone. I'm sure he is far more creative than you could ever be.

[Ky]

Winters is (though not visibly) taken aback by the three people he'd deemed inferior, amazed that despite his insults, they'd stand up for him.

Winters: Tough talk for a disturbed mental patient with rope, "GM". It certainly says something about what a fool you are when the dead have more class than you do.

(PERSUADE) Let us out of these chairs and show us a real game.

[Subb]

Huh. You guys really have a lot of bite. (Puts on knuckle buster.) I guess I'll have to use more extreme methods to keep you at bay. (Punches Wactor, Winters, and Molly.)

Then again, I think this game is over. Mainly because I don't care about keeping you alive anymore. One hint for Wactor: I don't think you are aware of your secret right now.

(Puts on gas mask, and then drops a ball that releases a white vapor. You wake up tied up in a makeshift straightjacket hanging upside down.)

Wake up! Now, THIS is real fun. And the game hasn't even started! Escape, and meet me in the next room. The next game will begin there. You can help others, but escape quickly, before the blood rushes to your head and you go unconsious. I won't be letting any slackers loose. -The GameMaker

[craxyguy562]

Molly:*head falls off* AH!!!! My head!

[Subb]

(Voice from the other room.) THAT IS SOMONE ELSE'S RESPONSIBILITY. I'M NOT TOUCHING IT!-The GameMaker

[Ky]

Winters: I got it.

(CLEVERNESS) He tries moving his arms around, able to infer by the looseness that it possesses the most common weakness of any makeshift straightjacket...unfortunately, one that is extremely difficult to exploit due to his being upside down. In an attempt to save time and prevent the blood from going to his head, his first objective is to free himself from the ceiling - he then jerks himself back and forth like a pendulum in order to weaken the bond and commands everyone to do as he's doing.

[craxyguy562]

Molly: I'll get my own head, myself. It's my responsibility.

[Subb]

[Miniscule success] After a few minutes of swinging, Winters feels a very slight give. He then determines that he would pass out before he could free himself from the ceiling. However, he determines that swinging may help him exploit the flaw in the straightjacket.

(OOC: This is my 1,322nd post. WHICH IS MY FAVORITE NUMBER!)

[Ky]

(CLEVERNESS) Winters, well aware that he has mere minutes remaining before his synapses are fried and his muscles are weakened, ceases swinging and begins performing what would seem, to anyone else, a counterproductive task. He attempts to pull himself upwards with all of this strength rather than downwards, which would cause the makeshift material to do something a normal straitjacket wouldn't - wrap around his head and upper torso, inside-out, enabling him to slide out.

[Subb]

[Huge success] The straightjacket does exactly that, and Winters slides out with ease. A slight tug on the knots on his feet causes it to get loose, allowing him to slip out. On the floor, he finds a a mirror. He realizes he can break it and use the shards to cut the other people down, if he chooses to.

[Ky]

Winters briefly contemplates going into the other room alone, but wordlessly decides against it. He gingerly stomps on the mirror and pulls a shard out of it, then cuts the others down with great precision. They help each other to their feet as he casually hands Molly back her head.

Winters: Come on, let's go.

[craxyguy562]

Molly: Thank you, Mr. Winters *follows Winters*

[Ky]

Winters: *stops the people behind him for a second* N-now, don't you get the wrong idea. I didn't save your asses because I cared about your well-being; I did it because you're of more use to me alive. I'd like to make one thing clear: I will succeed, I will escape, and I will do it with or without you. Don't get in my way.

Now, let's go see that trap-happy motherf****r.

(OOC: He's lying - he does care about the others, but I don't think even he can figure that out yet.)

[craxyguy562]

Molly:*smiles and continues following Winters*

[James Comey]

Is there an elevator here? - Wactor

[Subb]

Okay, put these clothes on, and then we need to go.

(After you put the uniforms on, he puts a black cloth on you head, and leads you to a van.)

Okay, we are headed to a building. You are to go into that building, and whoever gets out alive gets a hint. One tip: you aren't armed. The people you're dealing with are. So, engaging in combat isn't a good idea. Also, there is a tracker in your suit, so I'll always know where you are. Don't run away. -The GameMaker

(The van stops, and you're unmasked and sent out. You are in front of an office building, donned with a Control Party logo on the door. You look down, and see that you are wearing military uniforms painted red and black, the colors of the Freedom Party. You decide what to do next.)

GAME TWO: THE PRISONERS OF WAR.

[Ky]

Winters: *to group* ...That conniving, moon-praising, eye-leering b*****d.

I think he's right, though - combat isn't an option. We need a plan. Anyone got any ideas?

[craxyguy562]

Molly: Let's try doing this ninja style. Basically trying to not be detected.

[Ky]

Winters: We'll split into teams.

Molly and I will stick to the shadows and use deception and subterfuge to avoid combat. Duskshine and Wactor, you two sneak in the opposite direction - if the opportunity to perform a stealthy unarmed takedown presents itself, take it, and their weapons for that matter.

Any questions?

[craxyguy562]

Molly: I have none.

[Ky]

Winters nimbly climbs the side of the building and helps Molly enter a second floor window, while the other two choose a side door to sneak through.