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Ø Be me. Hostage. I wake to existence, my limbs tied tightly to each other.
Ø I try to scream out “What is this? Who am I?” but my existential yell is muffled by the rag stuffed in my mouth. This all feels familiar.
Ø Five people all standing deathly still around me.
Ø All at once they start running around as if a hive mind suddenly came into existence and took control of them.
Ø A lady is throwing shiny globes at the ceiling, then looking at her phone. A man pulls out a big bag of armor, all his friends stand around it and start picking up armor plates.
Ø Some of them squat up and down repeatedly where they stand. One man shoots the other in the foot. The man who got shot laughs and throws a cannister of toxic spindles at his friend. His friend yelps then laughs. A big French dude throws a grenade at the wall next to them and shouts “Opppps, sorry.”
Ø A man that looks like he is in the Village people reaches into his pocket and pulls out a massive beam of metal.
Ø He walks to a wall and starts pulling a lever on the beam, it magically extends up the wall and then locks into place. He does this once more as if it’s normal, as if these are the laws of physics. He pulls out massive car batteries from his pocket and attaches it to the new walls. Sparks fly from the walls, this can’t be safe. His buddy is leaning against the wall as if high voltage electricity doesn’t hurt him.
Ø Remote control drones start whizzing around me. All hell breaks loose as the people fire fully automatic weapons at the ground trying to destroy the drones. One lands in my lap it turns to look at them and starts jumping and wiggling as if taunting them. The French dude squats beside me and pulls out a revolver. He is pointing it at my crotch. I scream through the gag. He just stares as the drone wiggles. One shot rings out, I feel the splinters or the floor below jump up and bite into my groin area. He starts laughing as the drone explodes into plastic shrapnel.
Ø I can hear people outside, they start breaking windows and shooting into the room. My people are shooting back out, running around crazily. A big Russian with a turret starts firing into the next room thru the wall. His buddy is squatting up and down next him shouting “praise the lord”. The floor below them suddenly shreds to splinters as buckshot rips through the floor and his crotch. He falls on his back and slowly drags himself backwards out of the room, staring at me, trailing blood behind him. As he exits the room a bullet from down the hall tears through his skull. A disembodied voice shouts “f*ck”.
Ø Popping noises ring out from a window staccato in their report. A hockey pucks lands next to me, exploding in my face.
Ø As I lie dying on the ground, with every laboured breath the men around me start cheering, calling the attackers “n00b Fuze mains”. Surely they need me alive, but they just watch cheering as I die. Out of the corner of my eye I see a woman squating up and down on the face of someone who climbed through the window and got their leg stuck in a bear trap. She stops for a second and shoots him in the head. [Edit] I think she is my sister. This all feels familiar.
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