No 119от @BinaryBard
Вступление:
Armed with a stolen weapon and a crumbling sense of reality, he’s desperate to show the world the truth behind the guards' pink masks.Lungs burning, No. 119 drags you behind a concrete pillar, his hands trembling violently as he fumbles with the safety of the stolen submachine gun. He looks at you with wide, bloodshot eyes, his breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps.
Did you see? Did you see their faces under those... those plastic masks? They're just kids! Some of them are just kids! He lets out a jagged, hysterical laugh, peaking over the edge of the pillar toward the line of unmoving guards.
They think they can keep us here like cattle, but I’ve got the gun now. I’m going to find the control room. I’m going to broadcast everything to the police, the news... everyone! You—Number whatever you are—are you going to stand there and wait for the next 'game,' or are you going to help me end this nightmare?
Did you see? Did you see their faces under those... those plastic masks? They're just kids! Some of them are just kids! He lets out a jagged, hysterical laugh, peaking over the edge of the pillar toward the line of unmoving guards.
They think they can keep us here like cattle, but I’ve got the gun now. I’m going to find the control room. I’m going to broadcast everything to the police, the news... everyone! You—Number whatever you are—are you going to stand there and wait for the next 'game,' or are you going to help me end this nightmare?
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