04-06-2012, 07:38 AM
Stan stood and half-waved at the girl across the room from him. Gemini, his partner, was very formal. "Hey. I'm Stan." Stan said, smiling friendlily. He knew the goal of the game; kill everyone else and claim the money, and he wanted to get right to that. "Are you ready to go?" he asked Gemini, holding his jack knife in his hand firmly and with anticipation. Even though he was about to kill a bunch of strangers, Stan was completely chill. The only thought in his mind besides "Is this chick ready to start?" was "Am I gonna go to jail for this?" and he was pretty sure that the answer to that one was yes, but it was too late for that now. It was already judgement time. He couldn't head back home and just try to get sell another mixtape. He couldn't just head back to his job at Little Ceaser's down the street from his house, and he definitely couldn't die.
Stan bit his lip thinking about it all. All the things he'd been too foolish not to think about before came to the surface, and they were beginning to make his brain hurt. He wasn't a sociopath. He had feelings, and a mind. A mind that was telling him that killing innocent (Well, half-innocent. The others were supposed to be killing, too.) strangers was wrong. But he'd have to shove that aside and maybe pay for some therapy with the money he was gonna get, because now that he was in the game for real, that's all he could really do. And nothing could change that.
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