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vivarium2014-10-12 11:16 am
vivariummods) wrote in vivarium2014-10-12 11:16 am
CALHOUN HOUR - SURVIVOR
| At the crack of dawn, presumably, Calhoun gathers everyone in the first floor warehouse to make an announcement. "That's right, it's time for another of my special events!" He seems pretty pleased with himself. "I noticed you lazy, fat test subjects really let yourselves go last round! It's like I don't feed you here or something." "Well, I'm worried about your health, always lazing about and not getting proper exercise. So, I decided to be the change I want to see in the world, and so we're going to do something a littttttttllllllle different this time." "To stop you guys from getting soft from all the fun you're having here, it's time for a little workout." From one of the doors Calhoun never lets anyone go through there's a loud, metallic banging sound repeating, as if something is trying to get out. Calhoun does not seem troubled at all by this. In fact, he seems pretty excited. "The rules are simple, everyone's getting sixty coins to use as they see fit. You'll notice the vending machines on both warehouse floors. Anyone who isn't caught will even get a memory back." But what does that mean? "So go on, survive for 23 hours, I'll even give you a five minute head start. Good luck!" And with that he scurries off. Should people hang around they'll get to witness that same door open five minutes later. From the door comes several figures, human in shape but something is very, very wrong. They seem to be robotic, skeletal humans. At one point they must have had some synthetic skin over them but most of it seems to be melting or ripped off. They don't move very fast, mostly they shamble about until they focus on a target. Better hope it's not you! |
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"Let's see... After bingo, I received the same memory Hershel did when he-- when Jake betrayed me, so nothing new there. Then after the cooking contest, I actually got another memory involving Hershel. He had just moved to London and I was showing him around the area. We seemed a lot more familiar with each other than in the other memory, so I can safely say that we were friends before this." He was really glad about that. He knew for sure now that forgiving Hershel was the right decision.
"Also..." His tone suddenly shifted to a more melancholy one. "I remember my parents." Guess when he got that memory.....
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"You did? Wait, ain't that a good thing?" He'd been living without knowing if he even had a family for such a long time at this point that it seemed like any news (or memories, as the case might be) would be good.
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"It's... well, both good and bad. I had a very good relationship with my parents, and we all loved each other very much. But... I don't know exactly how old I was when this happened. I'm fairly certain that I was in my early years of secondary school, at the very least... I was walking home from school one day, and just when I turned the corner to get to our apartment complex, I saw that the entire building was in flames. There was a crowd standing near the building, too, and my parents were not among them. I knew that they were supposed to be home, so I ran towards the crowd in a panic, crying and asking where my parents were..."
His voice was starting to waver, so he had to pause for a moment to recompose himself before he gave the conclusion to this depressing tale. "One of the other tenants informed me that... my parents didn't make it out in time."
tl;dr Clive's an orphan, there's your super fun fact of the day!!!! Also confirmation that his life fucking sucked even before he came here.
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It had to be like having it happen all over again.
"Do you know what caused the fire? Or... who took ya in after that? Man, I'm sorry. It sounds like your folks were really nice people."