CALHOUN HOUR - BINGO II

[vivariummods]

Early in the morning of Day 84, an announcement booms from the warehouse speakers: "All test subjects report to the first floor lobby immediately for your next experiment." Zero's unmistakable garbled voice goes silent afterwards. Once everyone gathers downstairs, they'll be treated to an unexpected sight: Zero standing in front of them in the flesh. Standing tall (at 5'4"...), they're donned in the same piece of clothing everyone remembers them in: a black raincoat (large and long enough that it covers their entire body, leaving no distinguishable features), a full facial gas mask, and matching black gloves. It seems as if Zero really dislikes showing skin... "Today, you will be participating in a game of, what you may call, 'Bingo'. I believe most of you have participated in this before. The rules and explanations are on the back of the cards." An arm is raised to motion towards the paper cards scattered on the nearby table, then it falls again. "Due to some... unfortunate events, I will monitor you in person. However, do not underestimate what will happen to you should you decide to cheat, escape, attack, or do anything that will break my rules. Your bracelets are still very functional and my cameras will continue to record every move you take, so I suggest that you refrain from doing anything foolish." "Now begin." BASIC INFO ✖ LET'S PLAY BINGO ✖ TURN-IN ✖ POST-EVENT

Comments

[formicarium]

I wasn't aware that it was Question Hour already.

[ Zero is being rather cheeky today. ]

I see no reason why I should answer any of these. There is nothing to gain for either you or me if I disclose any piece of information.

[skyentificmethod]

You get to cackle over your superiority, and I get to wallow further in my powerlessness. How is that not a win-win?

[formicarium]

If this is your way of convincing me, I will say that you're doing a terribly awful job at it. I will say that I'm not surprised at this display of a failure though.

[skyentificmethod]

Well, you'd certainly know something about doing a terrible job. Can't even enjoy yourself when you've supposedly got all of our lives in your hands. Or is it because you've been burning through too many of those lives after all?