“3 out of 12. The same quantity as usual, right? If it still means
something to you, and even if it didn't, it wouldn't change anything at all
since the real purpose of this master, of the person behind the game, is just
to have fun and viciously kill us all. Or trap us, for that matter.”
“There has to be at least a winner, someone who will probably meet the responsible for this or maybe have the only chance to leave this place forever and return home, victorious.”
“There has to be at least a winner, someone who will probably meet the responsible for this or maybe have the only chance to leave this place forever and return home, victorious.”
“Every single person who kills somebody else goes home, never to be
bothered again.”
“What about the last one standing?”
“Wins the game.”
“And meets the master, the creator, I am sure of it.”
“You seriously believe in that bullshit? Do you actually believe that these people, or this guy, whatever, are going to watch this until only one remains alive and let him/her just... go home... just like that? The others returned... or who knows?! They could be dead and the game only made us think that they returned to their countries or worlds or wherever the fuck they belong to!”
“Despite what I think, we must go on and find a way to stop it. I believe it's the only way to end this folly, and I will definitely not give up and die or let myself be killed by those creatures... or that vile thing.”
“You and I are the only ones alive, besides that bastard. Your leader is dead; your little cute priest is dead!”
“Stop it, Charlie... Please say no more...”
“I'm sorry, Giselle... but it's the truth; we're on our own now... against everything, against Mordoll... and against the game. What are we going to do? Fight our way until the end? And what end? What if there's no end to this nightmare?”
“You seriously believe in that bullshit? Do you actually believe that these people, or this guy, whatever, are going to watch this until only one remains alive and let him/her just... go home... just like that? The others returned... or who knows?! They could be dead and the game only made us think that they returned to their countries or worlds or wherever the fuck they belong to!”
“Despite what I think, we must go on and find a way to stop it. I believe it's the only way to end this folly, and I will definitely not give up and die or let myself be killed by those creatures... or that vile thing.”
“You and I are the only ones alive, besides that bastard. Your leader is dead; your little cute priest is dead!”
“Stop it, Charlie... Please say no more...”
“I'm sorry, Giselle... but it's the truth; we're on our own now... against everything, against Mordoll... and against the game. What are we going to do? Fight our way until the end? And what end? What if there's no end to this nightmare?”
"What if
there's no end to this nightmare?
What if we're actually not dreaming but living the nightmare itself?
What if the nightmare is safer than reality?
What if the nightmare is us?"
What if we're actually not dreaming but living the nightmare itself?
What if the nightmare is safer than reality?
What if the nightmare is us?"
She stood up, took her hand to her forehead, feeling dizzy, perhaps a headache.
“In my humble opinion.... we're dead already.”
Charlie Douson had been the last survivor of
one of the previous games, along with Giselle.
A few minutes later of that conversation,
under a rainy night, below the shattered sky, Mordoll was brutally slashing his
back. This made Giselle and Mordoll the last people standing on the entire
city. For three more consecutive games…
Sitting now at the left side of that bed, looking down, Giselle was trying to gain enough strength to stand up and go out. Then she looked at her right side, near the door, where the sheathed katana still remained intact. But the fetid stench of the darkness was still there as well, and she smelled it. She felt the presence of death walking away from her.
“I know your plan.” She said to herself in
low voice, mumbling the same thing a couple of times before finally standing
up. “It did reset.... didn't it?” She was now staring at the wooden wall,
looking serious and determined like always. Afterwards, she went to where the
sword was and took it on both hands holding it horizontally atop of her
chest.
Remembering his sullen smile, then his demonic laughter, and his horrible physical form, she focused on another precious memory instead of being swallowed by her hatred. The priest was there, smiling kindly, and helping her, offering his hand to help her stand up one more time. Finally, a hologram appeared mentioning the words on red: "You must kill somebody", then in blue, then another hologram appeared and others came up as well, one after another in every single part of the room as if tormenting the woman with their miserable memories like a storm of psychological madness spreading around the whole place. She let go off the katana and it fell to the floor where, when touching it, made the holograms disappear. Crestfallen, Giselle thought something horrible and fell to her knees, unable to rise again for the time being.
"What if the nightmare is safer than reality?
What if the nightmare is us.....?"
Remembering his sullen smile, then his demonic laughter, and his horrible physical form, she focused on another precious memory instead of being swallowed by her hatred. The priest was there, smiling kindly, and helping her, offering his hand to help her stand up one more time. Finally, a hologram appeared mentioning the words on red: "You must kill somebody", then in blue, then another hologram appeared and others came up as well, one after another in every single part of the room as if tormenting the woman with their miserable memories like a storm of psychological madness spreading around the whole place. She let go off the katana and it fell to the floor where, when touching it, made the holograms disappear. Crestfallen, Giselle thought something horrible and fell to her knees, unable to rise again for the time being.
"What if the nightmare is safer than reality?
What if the nightmare is us.....?"
At present time, she had left Grace behind
and was now near the place where Mordoll had been before. She smelled the same
foul darkness, the same horrid stench.
She
opened the door and carefully searched for any possible threats. Since the only
witness of her wounded behavior was the sweet rain, she closed the door and
looked around the poor neighborhood she was in. This was the only place in the
whole city where "the game" didn't seem to reach nor care about. No
enemies appeared wherever she went, and this was like a refuge for those in
pain... just like her.
She touched her chest just to see if her heart was still beating, and it was. Now, holding her sword, she walked normally through the empty and filthy streets of such unraveling slums, trying to stop from collapsing or even giving in to the sadness she felt at that moment. The accursed memories haunting her wouldn't go away; the death of her friends and that of the priest she admired and respected, but especially Mordoll taking her to the abandoned house in the slums. It's as if all of her prayers were easily forgotten by a God who had no power over this dire nightmare. Nobody cared anymore anyway, there wasn’t anybody there to look up for her or even watch her back. She felt alone since the beginning and alone she was now.
To follow the traces of the shadow was all she could do; even if the emotional sickness was getting over her mind and heart at this rate, so fast. Without breaking in tears, she stood up and walked willing to reach the ultimate enemy and prevent his ludicrous plan. But it was just too painful to remember how she lost everyone once, twice after she got trapped in the misery, below the shattered sky. Killing Mordoll, the last participant of the game she came from, could finally set her free. However, she had a major goal now…
Again, she gently put her bare hand where her heart could be felt, only to see if it was still beating correctly and not trembling to death. She feared Charlie's words to be true, to be already dead and trapped on this purgatory near the very gates of hell. She remembered God once again but decided to go on and not to think of Him anymore, it would not bring any peace whatsoever to her melancholic heart, rest assured in a delusion. She felt as if He had abandoned her, just like everybody else. And there was nothing left but to end the mission and find the evil character before he ruins her life for the fourth time. And when she looked at her sword, her determined glance could be shown once again, stopping in the middle of the street for just a moment, feeling the rain trying to shelter her depression into a blanket of hope. She stared at the katana, silent, quiet, and it reminded her of the priest's hand as if it was trying to reach out for her. Being so in this situation, Giselle held it tightly and looked up again, determined to go on and not to give up.
She touched her chest just to see if her heart was still beating, and it was. Now, holding her sword, she walked normally through the empty and filthy streets of such unraveling slums, trying to stop from collapsing or even giving in to the sadness she felt at that moment. The accursed memories haunting her wouldn't go away; the death of her friends and that of the priest she admired and respected, but especially Mordoll taking her to the abandoned house in the slums. It's as if all of her prayers were easily forgotten by a God who had no power over this dire nightmare. Nobody cared anymore anyway, there wasn’t anybody there to look up for her or even watch her back. She felt alone since the beginning and alone she was now.
To follow the traces of the shadow was all she could do; even if the emotional sickness was getting over her mind and heart at this rate, so fast. Without breaking in tears, she stood up and walked willing to reach the ultimate enemy and prevent his ludicrous plan. But it was just too painful to remember how she lost everyone once, twice after she got trapped in the misery, below the shattered sky. Killing Mordoll, the last participant of the game she came from, could finally set her free. However, she had a major goal now…
Again, she gently put her bare hand where her heart could be felt, only to see if it was still beating correctly and not trembling to death. She feared Charlie's words to be true, to be already dead and trapped on this purgatory near the very gates of hell. She remembered God once again but decided to go on and not to think of Him anymore, it would not bring any peace whatsoever to her melancholic heart, rest assured in a delusion. She felt as if He had abandoned her, just like everybody else. And there was nothing left but to end the mission and find the evil character before he ruins her life for the fourth time. And when she looked at her sword, her determined glance could be shown once again, stopping in the middle of the street for just a moment, feeling the rain trying to shelter her depression into a blanket of hope. She stared at the katana, silent, quiet, and it reminded her of the priest's hand as if it was trying to reach out for her. Being so in this situation, Giselle held it tightly and looked up again, determined to go on and not to give up.
“I will
find you and stop you.” She declared, and decided to walk away from that hollow
place.
Everybody is dead.
Argento either went home or is dead.
I'm the only human being alive.
The last survivor of "The Game".
However, I find out that someone else is still here.
Mordoll never escaped.
He's trying to find me but he realized something.
Something he never said.
He doesn't want to kill me.
But I want to kill him on revenge.
And to get out of here.
I still believe I will leave.
But the answers came to me before that.
I now know the truth of it all.
I know who I am.
And Mordoll knows, too.
He knows the truth.
I can't let him escape.
Argento either went home or is dead.
I'm the only human being alive.
The last survivor of "The Game".
However, I find out that someone else is still here.
Mordoll never escaped.
He's trying to find me but he realized something.
Something he never said.
He doesn't want to kill me.
But I want to kill him on revenge.
And to get out of here.
I still believe I will leave.
But the answers came to me before that.
I now know the truth of it all.
I know who I am.
And Mordoll knows, too.
He knows the truth.
I can't let him escape.
