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

[fairsfair]

[ hal, lying? i certainly don't ever see this happening. it never happened before ]

Should be good enough for Zero's stupid Bingo game. [ who cares if it's not an actual fight. no one cares, not even zero. ]

[ jake puts a hand to his chin as he thinks. hmm, he doesn't have a lot of memories, so hershel's probably right there, but there's gotta be one... oh! ] Did you hear about the time I got chased by a tank?

[puzzlinglad]

[not even once, i'm pure as the driven snow fucker.]

I wonder if an argument would work, he never said it had to be physical, right? [too bad hershel is hershel and can't argue to save his life. or randall's. haha funny joke me.]

... what? [was he. hearing that right.] A tank? You don't mean an actual tank like armies use, do you?

[fairsfair]

[ snow fucker, hm, i see, i did not know that you were that passionate about snow, hal. ]

Somehow, I have a feeling that you'd have an easier time in a physical fight than a verbal one. [ LMFAO miracle mask could have been resolved 18 years before the game if hershel just had a goddamn backbone against randall ]

No, I'm talking about the container. [ thick with sarcasm ]

[puzzlinglad]

[we're getting married, fight me canada.]

That's what I said. [not even trying to defend himself there, he knows the truth.]

[and have a Look before it sinks in again.] How- why on earth was a tank chasing you?