| Welcome to Survival of the Fittest, a RPing board loosely based off of Koshun Takami's Battle Royale, with its own unique plot and spin on the 'deadly game'. We've been around quite a while, and are now in our thirteenth year, so don't worry about us going anywhere any time soon! If you're a newcomer and interested in joining, then please make sure you check out the rules. You may also want to read the FAQ, introduce yourself and stop by the chat to meet some of our members. If you're still not quite sure where to start, then we have a great New Member's Guide with a lot of useful information about getting going. Don't hesitate to PM a member of staff (they have purple usernames) if you have any questions about SOTF and how to get started! Let the games begin! |
| Violating the Rules of Ethics | |
|---|---|
| Topic Started: Jul 23 2009, 06:54 PM (247 Views) | |
| Tythanin | Jul 23 2009, 06:54 PM Post #1 |
![]()
Time to Spare
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
"I'm home, dad!" Markham said as he opened the door to his single-story house cradled in the suburbs of St. Paul. Silence answered him and he paused, wondering if there was something wrong. He closed the door silently behind him and slowly crept towards the living room, hearing the fuzzy background sounds coming from a muted TV. He saw his father sitting in one of the reclining chairs, a frown on his mustached face and a newspaper lying on his lap. Displayed proudly in giant, bold Times New Roman text was the headline: Terrorist Danya Still Out at Large His father, Hugh Connor, looked up at his entrance and the frown disappeared for a moment. "Ah, Mark. I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. I was busy thinking about some things." "Survival of the Fittest again, dad?" Markham dropped his backpack onto the carpeted floor and took a seat on their leather sofa. He cast a glance at the muted TV, seeing that the local news was talking about how the latest military attempt to find Danya had failed. The ticker at the bottom was busy looping statistics on Version 3 of the so-called 'game'. "I guess you're tired of me brooding about it, huh? It's an interesting case, though." Hugh said with a small, rueful smile. He reached for the remote and pressed the mute button. The reporter's voice immediately blared through the speakers and Markham winced a little at the sudden noise. "While there already have been four games of Survival of the Fittest, authorities believe that Danya will continue his terrorist activities. Despite the game's grisly nature, it has proved to be popular throughout the American populace, drawing over millions of watchers every time it is broadcast. In the upcoming elections, every candidate has promised that they would be the one to captured Danya, but whether or not that becomes true will have to be seen." Hugh switched the TV off, shaking his head. "Danya will never be caught...I wouldn't be surprised if some multinational corporation was funding him behind the scenes. That little 'game' of his has spawned so many money-making opportunities. Charms to make sure your children don't get kidnapped by him, T-shirts, biographies of the dead contestants...The commercialism of SotF has gotten out of hand." "I suppose, but do you really think someone would condone the deaths of hundreds of kids just for profit?" Markham asked. "Everyone knows that he has to be stopped." "Everyone knows or at least say they know. But they don't care...I'm fairly certain most people say that Danya needs to be stopped because they know it's the socially acceptable thing to do. They don't care about the kids in that TV because they don't know them. Markham, you remember when I was talking about the Monkeysphere, correct?" "You mean how there's a limit to the amount of people you can sympathize and care about?" Markham said, blinking. He personally had thought the whole concept was quite interesting. "Something like that, yes. To most of the people watching, the kids that die are nothing more than that. Kids that die. It's one-hundred percent real. All of it. It isn't scripted, those aren't fake weapons or bullets, and that's real blood. But the...distance that they have from us makes it so that we simply don't care. It could be a movie. In fact, I'm sure some people still consider it nothing more than a very realistic movie." Hugh rubbed at his chin. "I have to give Danya credit and my respect. He is a very smart man for being able to pull this off." "But Danya's a killer!" "I said I respected him. I don't approve of what he's doing. But in a sense, he has established one of the greatest psychology experiments of all mankind, somehow similar to that of the Stanford Prison Experiment and the Milgram Experiment. He has taken perfectly normal children, placed them in an unfamiliar environment, and told them one thing. To kill their fellow student. It's as simple as that. And at the end of his experiment, only one stands supreme above the corpses of his peers." "I guess but..." Markham trailed off, trying to find some way to refute or argue against his father's point. "They're being forced to kill each other because of those collars!" "Yes, but think about it for a moment. Survival of the Fittest thrives due to its viewership. If it was about something else...let's say an educational show on how genes work, no one would watch it. It was about kids standing around doing nothing, no one would watch it. But Survival of the Fittest is about kids killing each other in brutal ways. If all that suddenly stopped, no one would watch it." "These are teenagers under stress. I should know that it's hard to think rationally when placed under an extreme amount of stress." Markham replied. "True, true. Which brings me to my last point. God forbid that this ever happen, but I want you to remember this, Markham. If, for some reason, you find yourself participating in Survival of the Fittest, do not panic. Think things through calmly and rationally. Don't get emotional." Hugh leaned forward in his seat, looking at his son with a stern gaze in his eyes. "Remember your notes. Avoid the unstable ones and make a party that will act as a well-oiled machine that has only one purpose: to destroy Danya. Do you understand? I only say this because it's obvious that Danya is too lucky and popular to get caught. He has the uncanny ability to strike when you least expect or want it." Markham nodded, adjusting his glasses to mask the uneasiness he felt inside. "I'm almost about to graduate though...Doesn't Danya only kidnap high school students?" "Almost is not enough." His father leaned back into his chair, sighing. "Just be aware, Markham, and remember. A psychologist cannot get involved with his subjects. And likewise, if you find yourself in the game, do not get too involved. Just try to survive and remember what I've told you and what you've learned." "R-Right Dad." Markham said, not liking how the conversation had turned one bit. "I have a test tomorrow, so I should go study now..." "Right...Sorry for bringing this up so suddenly." Hugh sighed again, rubbing at his face. "With the new flood of SotF talk, I can't help but worry." "I understand." Markham replied with a small smile before picking up his backpack. He gave his father a small nod before walking off to his room and closing the door behind with. With a tired sigh, he tossed his backpack on his chair and went to slump on his bed, looking up at the ceiling with a frown. 'Am I really in danger? ...No point in stressing about it, though. Living in fear of a unlikely event is no way to live.' |
|
"Oh god dammit, I lost my sense of humor around here. Someone help me find it." --- Approved V5 Pre-Game Characters: Faria Young - Generals of Elysium (The Waterfront) Annabelle Summers - Where Is My Muse? (Lunch Room) "And who the hell came up with this play?! "Romeo and Juliet and Hamlet" ...Dude, THEY ALL DIE!" Cosmosphere - Now Serving as a Crappy Writing Blog | |
![]() |
|
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous) | |
![]() Our users say it best: "Zetaboards is the best forum service I have ever used." |
|
| « Previous Topic · Memories from the Past · Next Topic » |






![]](http://z6.ifrm.com/static/1/pip_r.png)




9:40 AM Jul 11