Saturday, October 25th, 2028

  Day 3

  Chapter 6: Daily Life

  11/14 Alive

  We were released into our rooms after Gabriel was mercilessly killed by the game she loved most. “Dammit!” I shouted as I jumped into my bed. “Why the hell did Gabriel have to die! She only acted in self defense! Damn you, Samael! Brady should’ve been the one to be tortured!” Samael appeared, seemingly out of nowhere with a grin on his face. “Didja call me? Why so down with the weather, Roy? You can talk to me, I am the principal after all!” I felt the sudden urge to get out of my bed and throw him across the room. “Why are you doing this?” “Eh? Doing what?” “This! Trapping us here! Forcing us to kill each other! Being a sadistic piece of-!” “Now now,” Samael interjected. “Who said this was forced upon you? I simply brought you here and didn’t force you to kill each other! I gave you a push in the right direction! It’s you guys who decided to kill! And why am I doing this?” He thought for a moment, then let out a snicker. “Despair…” “What?” “Bye now! I need to get the next motive ready! Wouldn’t want to watch you all sit around all day!” And he left.

  I came out of my room, and headed down the hallway, hoping to find food in the cafeteria. Then I noticed something odd. The gate to the second floor was open! I went up there, surprised to find a workout room, dusty and worn down, but the equipment looked like it could still be used efficiently. Nobody was in there, but I did find Halima Vang, the elite actor, stationed in the pyground adjacent to the workout room. She was swinging on the swings, and a faint creaking noise filled my ears. “Aren’t the swings a little too childish for you to be on?” “I’m just trying to clear my mind about what happened yesterday… I can’t have anybody else die, even if they’re jerks like Jack and Aaron. There’s no motive in the world that could make us kill, right?” I didn’t respond. I simply looked around to see that the pyground was enclosed by huge walls and left. I went down the hall to see a red carpet leading towards what seemed to be a movie theater. It didn’t matter much though, as it was enclosed by a gate. Next to the movie theater was a store, apparently for buying “Homemade goods” as it said on the gss. Also written on the gss was “STUDENTS MUST KEEP RECEIPTS AT ALL TIMES AFTER PURCHASES”. I saw sports equipment too, and Jack was holding a baseball and throwing it around. Samael ter came and scolded him that he needed to pay for it with “bor”. Jack, disappointed, put the baseball back on the top shelf, and it creaked a slight bit. I turned a bit to see Landon, alone, wandering the hallway. “What are you doing?” Landon jumped a bit, not noticing me. “Oh, it’s just you. I’ve been… Thinking a bit. We know that a supernatural creature like Samael can’t actually exist, right? Someone created him. Then who created it? Who created this game? Who made this highly respected pce into a warzone? There has to be a mastermind.. And I want to find them… And kill them.” “A mastermind?” I say, thinking. “I suppose it could be correct. I’ll help you if it’s needed, I guess.” I left Landon, and I went down the hallway to find a library, which I was surprised wasn’t on the first floor. There were shelves upon shelves of books, along with 5 chairs and tables each having a desk mp. I’m not much of a reader, so I left, where Tristan stopped me. “Roy! Nyeh ha ha! I challenge you!” I was startled and felt uncomfortable. “Challenge me? To… what exactly?” “To a simple competition! We should race! This school is limited to us and only us, so we should try to get along together, you know?” I thought for a moment. “I… suppose that that makes sense. But…” I trailed off, not trying to fat shame him. “Are you really in an okay state to race?” “I feel quite well, Roy! I challenge you to a race! Right now! To the end of the hall!” “Thanks, I, uh, heard you the first time…” “Then line up! Okay… 3… 2… 1!” I started slowly, trying to be nice. That was a severe miscalcution on my end. He ran incredibly fast, leaving me stunned. He reached the other side at a speed I could only dream of beating. “Well, Roy, it looks like I win! Good try, but you can’t beat me! After all, I almost qualified for the olympics!” “The… The olympics? That’s amazing, Tristan!” “Nyeh ha ha! You admit that I am a superior life form! Just as I suspected, Roy! Bye now!” He was running again, somehow with more speed than our race. “Was he the one going easy on me?” I spoke to myself. An ominous bell rang in the distance and a voice on the loudspeakers started pying. “Samael…” I told myself. “Ahem! Attention, students, boys, girls! I have received your second… Motive!”