“I have no idea… I think, though, that ‘disqualify’ means kill… I’m not sure though,” he mentioned in a hushed tone, frowning at the look of the room. It did look extremely stupid to him, how the elites were going to play games with the weak and the poor. With those hundreds of thousands of people who’ve given up… “We still have four more files to look through,” he mentioned, taking a mental note that the company that signed the creation of this room numbered A1 was TeraLife.
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Casey opened the next file after a moment, "this is just…fucked up". He muttered waiting for it to load.
The next file, ‘RoomB1.PDF’, again, showed the layout of another room. The room, this time, had a beautiful and more decorative look with twenty chest-like boxes on pillars around the room. The description on the side read as the following—
”Matchmaking Game. Forty players. Five hundred keys hidden and scattered in the room. Twenty chests. Only twenty keys work. First twenty to find usable keys pass. The remaining twenty are disqualified.”
(Yes, this is me somewhat abusing my power as the game master so yes these are very fucked up and will result in mental damages and— yeah… :)
(gotta love mental damages)
Casey just stood up, leaving his computer open he walked to the kitchen mumbling, "I need a drink", by drink of course he meant alcohol, that is, if he could find any.
“Bring me one, I think I need one too,” Cairo called after him. “These are inhuman at best…” he frowned, staring at the photos as he continued to read out loud what else was written in the file.
“It says here, ’Time limit is one hour and a half. Those who cannot finish in the time limit are all disqualified but the maximum of qualified players are twenty.’ This is insane…” he murmured, looking at the signer at the bottom of the paper.
“The company isn’t TeraLife this time?!” He yelped out, reading the company’s name to be ‘Hephaestus Productions’.
Casey came back carrying two glasses, "huh," he mumbled reading the different company's name, he handed one to Cairo, "keep it away from the computers" he muttered.
“Roger that,” Cairo nodded, taking a sip of the drink before he coughed softly. “Oh what drink is this?” He asked, staring at the glass for a moment.
Casey shrugged, "uh bourbon maybe, no idea the bottle didn't say. Just something I found…I think uh..someone left it" he muttered, taking a drink.
“I mean it’s not bad, but I wasn’t expecting something this strong this early during the day,” he sighed softly before taking another quick sip. “Three more files to go through. ‘RoomC1’ next?”
Casey stood at the doorway and downed the whole glass, "go ahead, I can see it from here".
Cairo shrugged and carefully moved the glass away as he clicked open the file.
‘RoomC1.PDF’ was another blueprint, this time, of a room that looked similar to a bar lounge. A large one too. There was a semi-circle counter that filled a large portion of the room, a shelf with drinks and glasses, and a total of thirty wooden stools around the counter. The game in this room was simple…
”Drink Up. Thirty players. Twenty survivors. Every round, the bartender will pour drinks to all players. First ten players to throw up or give up are disqualified. Drinks will get stronger every round, leading up to shots of 95% Spirytus Vodka.”
The company in charge—Furmosa Brewery—was a large international alcohol company with more than enough money to supply their employees for a lifetime.
"how many companies are in on this?" Casey wondered out loud, before going and just grabbing the whole bottle to drink.
“I wish I knew…” Cairo murmured, sighing loudly. “Yeah I think I’m gonna need more alcohol to digest all this,” he murmured, clicking back to look for the last two files they had access to that day. The two files being ‘RoomD1’ and ‘FirstWeekOverview’.
Casey took a big drink directly from the bottle, "this whole thing is just..soo fucked up"
“I know, I know…” Cairo sighed softly, clicking on the file named ‘RoomD1’.
In the file, the layout of another room was present. The company in charge this time? A powerful international hotels and resorts company—Domus Hotels. The room was rather… open with twenty bed-like furniture.
”Bedplay. Twenty players. Unknown disqualifications. Players are to join officers, employees, or staff members on bed. If players are unwilling to participate in intercourse, those players are immediately disqualified. Those who are willing to participate are to endure in sexual intercourse, male and female, until officers are satisfied. Those who faint during intercourse period are disqualified. Those who can endure will pass.”
Casey just stared at the screen for a long moment, “who the fuck comes up with this?!” He said taking another long drink. He sat down back in his chair, still holding the bow half empty bottle. “I need to figure out how to make an announcement thing, and what exactly it should say” he muttered.
“Domus Hotels… I heard the owner is a womanizer and a sexual maniac. He’d been accused of sneaking cameras into rooms and resorts though no one actually found evidence of said claims. It’s definitely disgusting…” he sighed before clicking out of the file, clicking on the last file they had access to; ‘FirstWeekOverview’.
The file this time was pure text, and though it wasn’t very long, it was probably worth reading through.
”After each game of Poker in the lounge, ‘player’ are to be separated using the result of the latest game. Players are divided into four groups, starting on one of the four groups. Players are to work for either TeraLife Limited, Hephaestus Productions, Furmosa Brewery, or Domus Hotels until a new Poker game starts. Every six hours, players can volunteer to play the ‘games’ in each of the zones, labeled A1, B1, C1, and D1, in order to gain a ‘pass’. Players holding a ‘pass’ will not have to work again until the week is over. However, those who are disqualified during the games are to be thrown into custody where they have no say in anything. The staffs can decide to do whatever to players in custody without the boundaries of law. Just make sure the player in custody does not die. Files for Week 2 will be sent on Monday of week 1.”
"well, at least they are not just going to be killed, although I think some might prefer that." Casey said tapping his fingers on the desk.
“Considering what they would go through, yeah I think some would prefer being killed…” the officer agreed. He realized the file had a second page and so had scrolled down to see.
”Edit : ‘Doves’ Officers are to be chosen to work underground at random. All officers active can be chosen at any shift at any time of day or night to act as guards and staff members.”
Casey paused, "you are a dove…you could get called…to.." he shook his head, "nope"
“I mean it’s very possible…” Cairo murmured, sighing loudly. “The thing about this is that the government approved of this and even went as far as to help put in money so this project could be done. What has the world come to…” he closed the file and began looking through the rest of the things. “What hurts me the most is that we don’t know anything about who runs TeraLife, the number one threat to mankind at this point,” he mentioned. “Did you find anything about them? About the people who found or run the company?”
Casey shook his head, "I don't know" He said and put the now empty bottle on the table. He hugged Cairo.
Cairo sighed softly and hugged Casey back, leaning his head on him. “We’ll be okay, don’t worry… making it’ll be a good thing if I had to go. I might find more information disclosed, you know?”
"but- what if they like make you do something?" he mumbled, a little drunk.
“Then I wouldn’t do it,” Cairo answered. “There are many ‘Doves’ out there, even if I have to go, someone else can do my part, don’t worry,” he smiled. “Are you okay there?”