Week 141 Observations
Week One Hundred and Forty-One has been completed.
[Here’s something new. Rather than the usual text file, there are video clips from throughout the week, followed by a snarky male voice with his own comments on the traps.]
[He cries weakly, begging unintelligibly to be let go, even as he's raising the screwdriver again to his left eye. He holds it there for longer than he should, whimpering.
42. 41. 40 seconds.
He tries, and gags. He sobs pathetically, shaking his head in exhaustion.
27. 26. 25. 24.
Trembling violently, he forces the screwdriver into his left eye, twice again. The timer stops at 17 seconds, and Matthew braces himself against the slippery, bloody floor, throwing up violently. He begs weakly for it to be over.]
Overly dramatic, started begging far too easily. He probably would have started begging if we gave him a paper cut. I give it a 5.
[He looks to the side, and sees that the chains are attached to pulleys that will wind the chains around them, tightening them.]
Every time you deny what you did, the chains will tighten a little more. At first, they'll just dislocate your arms. After awhile, they'll begin to rip your... rip your limbs away from you. Is l-lying worth being torn apart?
[Alex looks at the 'berry, face white, voice shaky]
More whining, just don’t want to deal with it. Next time have him cut his own tongue out. It’s a 4.
Please...don't-- I can't-- don't remind me of him--
[Namine is trembling now, clutching at her chest as her breath starts coming out in short gasping pants. The trap doesn't let her stay stationary for long, though. A large curved blade drops from above, swinging in an arc with the intent of slicing her clean through.]
Nn--!
[She dives out of the way, hitting the wall hard, staring at the blade as it swings back around and moves forward to follow her movements. She tries to take a steadying breath, only it's caught somewhere in her throat. So she curls up on herself, closing her eyes tightly as if to brace herself.]
Like the level of activity, would have liked it more if she would have been turned into a nice filet. I’ll give it a 6.
[Two enormous eight-sided dice slowly clack against each other at the head of a large pool of water. Vriska Serket, sopping wet, stands in her god tier hoodie, frantically trying to remove a reverse bear trap from her face with a key that barely stays in her shaking hand. The timer on the device ticks to its last second before crashing to the ground and snapping open. Vriska's never looked more terrified, but she survived her test.]
Come on, Val. That was pathetic, I practically took a nap! Show her some real terror next time, we know you can scar her worse than that. 3.
[Looking up for only a moment, he lets his head fall back to his chest, and trails off with a shuddering breath. For a moment he just hangs there, and breathes ragged and choked. It's effort to get the breath out.
Then, bulging with sudden tension, Alfred strains up against the bonds, there's the horrible scrape of fingernails on metal, scrabbling, and he looks straight up, blue eyes full of pain and burning with angry fire--]
OKAY?! Are you happy?! I fucking-- I give up. I-I lost, I can't save everyone, I can barely save myself, I'm a failure will you please let me down now?!
[Silence. He stares, panting through his open mouth, and then all at once the bands holding him through the table click open and Alfred cries out, crumpling into a heap at the base of the table.]
At least you accomplished something with this one. I’ll give it a 7.
[Roxas pushes harder. The block scrapes on the ground, and there are shapes in the ceiling to press down past the blocks and flatten them. Roxas thinks of Axel, and of smashed sparking computers, and Sora’s blue eyes. With his entire body weight he leans and pushes and struggles and finally with a horrible screech of metal under pressure the block falls onto the switch.
He makes it -- just barely. The extended part of the ceiling brushes his head just as the block moves into place -- and it lifts away. Riku’s body goes limp, and he collapses against it, panting half in exhaustion and half in his own panic that he’d shoved away until this moment.]
W-we...
Made it. [Roxas finishes with the last of the breath in his lungs. He closes his eyes and slumps against the floor, and when he opens them again there’s a doorway where there was none.]
Damn it, I really wanted this pair to fail. You get a 5 for effort.
[The walls are closing in, the only exit a vertical metal pole leading to a small door in the high ceiling. The camera follows Link as he hauls himself upward, not a stitch of clothing between him and the visibly hot metal. Every upward pull is accompanied by the hiss of searing flesh and a suppressed groan from the inspector.
He's nearing the top, straining to climb with only three fully functioning limbs, but he's quickly running out of space and time. The walls are barely three feet apart by the time he manages to hook the edge of the door, and it's with a strangled yell of effort that he manages finally heave himself through the opening just before the walls crunch together.]
That might not have been the best trap, but we all appreciate the view. 8.
I just want to be me! [Is her answer, voice shaking roughly as eyes closing tightly] I can be both!
[She gives another scream as her other ankle is broken, pressing back tightly into the floor as she lets tears fill up her eyes. Streaming down her cheeks as she stills, stopping her struggling.] I'm both.
[With those words the thing binding her to the floor opens up with a low creak. Chie is left laying there, softly crying.]
Absolutely pathetic. Barely had to touch her to get her sobbing. I give it a 3.
O-ohmigosh--- [Rainbow Dash's hyperventilating, trying to stay still, but she can't, jerking against the cage. It cuts into her wings, tightens around them with every passing second and it hurts. It hurts so much]
0:37, 0:36, 0:35....
[She steps backwards and screams as the brands hit her flanks. She can smell burning hair and skin and she's crying, but the cage around her wings loosens, falling open to let her escape. She almost falls off the platform, her wings barely able to support her weight, trickles of blood slipping from where her wings meet her body. She collapses on the ground for just a moment before dragging herself to the door, which opens for her and she crawls out, her flanks now blank but for two circles where her cutie marks used to be.]
Love it, love it, love it. We should brand all of the livestock. 10.
[His face is screwed up with pain, and the burns on his body are already visible, and severe. After a few more seconds of resistance, something breaks in Harry. His head tips back, and as his eyes snap open, blue light floods from them, and frost creeps across his skin. It's a process that might be familiar to some, but he's never let himself go this far... not even the last time he nearly let it consume him. The steel of the furnace warps and ripples as the intense cold meets the sweltering heat, and the lock mechanisms in the manacles around Harry's wrists and ankles break. The camera lapses into static as a wave of power hits the furnace with a shriek of warping steel, and when it comes back on, it only catches one last glimpse of what used to be Harry leaving out the back, nearly totally obscured under a thick coat of frost]
And icicle dick is back in the building! 7.5 for the final result.
[A third goes to stab Fujino between the chest. She coughs a bit whilst blood drips out of her mouth. When she looks up again, her eyes show fierce determination, along with a small smirk adorning her lips.
No swords come out, as she stays silent this time, and watches the timer tick away towards its countdown.
The moment the timer is up, all the swords release to gore her all over, sans the neck and the head. The cuffs restraining her soon release, letting her limp body fall to the floor, at which the video then times out.]
That didn’t accomplish a thing. Did you even put any effort into that one, Val? It gets a 4 just due to the blood.
[He shoved the fabric into his mouth and immediately started sawing into his own flesh. The first one felt excruciatingly long, but as soon as he started, he made no indication of stopping until he was finished.
He sits close enough that he can take over if he needs to, if it gets to be too much. But it's over faster than he thought it'd be, and just looking at Dick's arm, Dick's arm which is no longer attached to the rest of his body, makes him want to throw up. He's seen worse, much worse, but it's Dick.
The look in Dick's eyes; It's almost as though his mind had went on autopilot. He doesn't hear that sickening sound as his arm hits the floor. He doesn't want to hear it. Acknowledge the fact that he just very well sawed his own arm off.]
Good lesson in reality for a wannabe hero. Solid 8 for this one.
[Joshua falls to the ground roughly, tumbling down the steps of the front of the church. Tears are streaming down his face as he continues his screams of pain, staring at the holes in his hands in shock.
The drill stops spinning and the door swings open, the test apparently completed.
Joshua can't move. His body is wracked with pain. He grinds his teeth together in an attempt to shut himself up and keep himself from screaming any more.] ........ you... didn't catch me...
S-sucks for you, asshole... [He could barely move, and he felt like he might faint... ]
We call do over on this one. Seriously. 2.
[ Four minutes pass on the counter.
Shhnk!
Kano makes a sharp sound. This pain is familiar. For the viewers, one blade has dropped with a loud thud. Off go the tips of his longest fingers. He grunts and thrashes his arms.
There's rasps for air. He lifts his head to look at the counter. Three more minutes. Maybe they don't mean HIS. He starts to speak, struggling, sounding disjointed. He looks like he's staring at something. ]
I feel like I’ve seen this show before. 5, but it could have been so much more gratifying with more limbs flying off.
[Dean had slit his wrist before, but it had always been a clean cut- this was just dangerous.
He let out a strangled groan as it began to really burn, forcing himself to go faster. It hurt, and his entire upper body was shaking. His hand dropped the whip suddenly, but it was back in his hand again and he closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and blew out hard puffs of air which only cut into his lips more. Blood trailed down his chest and he felt his teeth would break from how hard he was clenching them. ]
Love seeing this guy in pain, enjoyed the agonized expressions. I give it a 7.
[His fingers finally close around a second brass key, and he pushes back towards the furnace, fingers trembling as he tries to fit the keys into the lock. It's the second that opens it, and he tugs open the door. Inside sits a potted lily, with a bow wrapped around it and a small piece of paper with a heart drawn on it.
Severus stares at it for a moment, looking torn between laughing and crying. He slams the door angrily, two-three times, and hits it with a bloody fist, shoulders dropping and hair falling in his face. Long seconds pass and he doesn't move. Finally, with a rather blank look, he nudges the door back open, and pulls out the flower with careful hands. He tucks it under one arm and begins crawling back towards the door. 0:23
He fits the key in the pad lock, and pulls open the door]
Did he really, really believe there was any hope of redemption. 2 because he’s a complete idiot.
Wh-wha-wha-what!? No way! Just let me go! This is scary! I don't want to be here! I hate it! I hate you! I'll kill you! I'll kill everyone! [At this point, it's become very obvious that Asura is crying, tears splattering onto the floor of the box.] Leave me alone! Quit picking on me! Ah-wah-wah-aaaaaaah!
[The black cube on the ceiling opens up, and a pair of buttons, one blue and one green, on long wires drop down, dangling in front of where Asura was, before he moved out of the way double quick
The view focuses on Asura for all his screaming antics before it fades away as if it got tired of him ..]
This is pretty much what he does all the time anyway. How do we even know if he’s being tortured? 2.
[Finally, he breaks the surface, gasping. His lungs are heaving and he feels a rush, almost making him black out as he finally gets air. He vaguely registers that the clock reads 3:27. Time. He has time. His fingers are numb, and he drags the glove off of his right hand with his teeth. He grits his teeth as he touches the ice with his skin, a sinking feeling in his stomach as he sees that it's melted-- but it's still sharp enough, he thinks.
Axel stares at the X on his left arm, raising the icicle and cringing as he slices through his skin, sinking as he forgets to tread water. Red and darkness stains the water and he screams into it, dropping the icicle and grabbing blindly for the key. His fingers can barely move but he grabs the key.]
Again, enjoying this guy in pain, but really think he got off too light. Would have liked to see something done with his eyes. We’ll give it a 6.
[Against one wall is Harry, strapped to a chair and gagged with something on his chest counting down. There's less than two minutes left on the counter. Tsunade is covered in blood and tears are running down her face. The entire room is covered in blood and it's pooling on the floor. A note is floating along, the writing blurred and unreadable now. There are labeled bags thrown everywhere and she is systematically ripping each one open and checking inside, dumping more blood on herself and the floor.
With one minute remaining she picks up another bag and visibly flinches when she reads the name. When she tears it open, something falls into her hand.]
I should have known. You sick bastards.
[She turns to Harry, slamming the card into a slot and stopping the clock with 47 seconds left. The feed cuts out as the beeping stops and the bonds on the captive fall away.]
You let that bitch go without even cutting her? Val, you’re fired. You get a 1 for that shit.
Yes. Just a few more steps and you'll reach the door.
[ She's shuffling along at this point, but like he said, the door isn't very far. Once she feels the rectangular handle of the door, she tugs at it something fierce. ]
Hey, Harry? Harry! [ She hits the door with a vector. The camera feed suddenly shuts off, and the sound of the timer going off rings rather loudly through the room. ]
I'm sorry Lucy. Time's up.
Love the levels of anguish on this one. Nothing beats a good mind fuck. 7.
[He pressed harder, whimpering and gritting his teeth.
It took him nearly most of the time remaining, but with some blood and lots of pained grunts and screaming, he pulled his last eye out.
Having had a hand on the cylinder, and somehow having enough thought through the pain he pushed the eye blindly into the cylinder. His hands then covered his face, his second empty socket bleeding heavily.]
Seriously? That’s what he chose? I had to watch the instant replay to make sure. Twice. 7.5 just for the pure stupidity.
[Heather blinks up at her with an incredibly dazed expression on her face]
Wh--wha? Oh, oh right... [she tries to sit up, still pretty jarred from the events of a few minutes ago. There are already blisters starting to break out over the skin of her arms and legs, and the back of her hair is a little singed]
Oh come on. Someone this wimpy it’s not even a challenge. Barely gets a 3.
... and I cannot say for certain that my own actions didn't damn them all the more.
[ the final lock opens as the clocks ticks 0:28. the needles clear his skin in time, but not even a few seconds later, the opaque liquid comes tricking out the ends, hissing and causing an instant whitish gas so swirl around.
Bakura regards the new holes in his arms with irritation before looking back at Maka ]
It's not the first time secrets have been used as currency. Barter is the oldest thing, second only to survival.
The didn’t kill the flat chested chick? Boo! 2.
[Thumbing over what she can, pushing the bloody pulp of the torn skin and muscle out of the way, she nudges the back of the key. It's a small, skeleton key lodged into into a crease in one of her bones. Her fingers are shaking viciously by this point, grunting as she tries to keep them steady enough to grab the key. Gripping it between her thumb and index finger, Rose rips out the key with a loud shriek of tearing flesh--hopefully the last. She dips it down into the hole next to her wrist and twists it. It makes an affirming sound, but none of the restraints budge. Having completed her side of the task, her head slumps forward with her hand.]
...Hurry.
[ Jade screams again as her hand burns in pain. Her fingers slip against the key and she fumbles before grabbing it and yanking it out, too scared of the ache in her chest to notice that that might not have been the most eloquent way of saving her friend's hand. It takes her a few tries to get the key into the hole, but eventually she makes it, twisting it hard. ]
Did it...work?
Probably the best girl on girl scene of the bunch. Tell the troll girl to put it on her wall. We’ll give it an 8.
[There is an audible scraping of metal on wood, accompanied by a series of clicks and a quick gasp of pain as the wires tighten. They don't stay that way long, just long enough to make a point. Then they go slack again, and so does the boy. Crimson blood drips onto the floor with a faint sound.]
Tell the truth now. Life or death ... fight or surrender ... stay here and hope or end it all ... which one do you want?
... I ... don't know ...
[There's another click. It's the sound of something sliding into place and locking. The wire is a little tighter than it was before.]
Just pick already! You know you’re going to lose, just accept it! Can’t give it more than a 4.
[Shikamaru continues to work, his face contorted in a grimace as he forces his abused hands to keep moving.
He curses out loud as another false move brings another spray of acid, but he works through it, paying no mind to the blood and sweat dripping on to the table. His fingers move faster as the timer works its way down until suddenly... the timer stops.
00:17
The top of the box pops open with a loud click, and Shikamaru blinks in disbelief for only a moment before reaching inside and drawing out a key. The puzzle solved, he abandons it and rushes to the far wall, jamming the provided key into a small hole and pushing his way through the nearly-invisible door.]
Boring, boring, boring. Should have given her a real challenge and made her quit, then it might have actually been interesting. Give it a 5.
[Having forgotten the smoke rising from the box in his pain or rush, Lavi plunges his hand in and screams. Jerking his hand out and waving it frantically to get the acid off. 06:20 He glances at Autumn's box, a look of agony on his face and then back at the box with the key. Lavi's feet are killing him and he has to move! Gritting his teeth the redhead shoves the same hand back in the box and fumbles around for the key, barely grasping it and pulling his arm out.
Stumbling now he moves toward Autumn's box, 04:31 and he can barely bring himself to move his feet. Lavi almost drops the key into the coals trying to transfer it to his good hand but barely manages to hang on. Spending another precious seconds fumbling to get the key in the lock, Lavi is shaking by the time he gets it turned and Autumn all but jumps onto her master.
Lavi stumbles back but manages to keep to his feet, slowly making his way back to the platform. It's the only safe place in the room to rest. 01:51 strikes the clock as he makes his way halfway there and Lavi collapses on it just as it starts its final few seconds. He doesn't even see the screen light up again as it reaches 00:00.]
All that for pussy. Priorities. They ain’t got them. This gets a 2.
[Midnighter hears a click behind him. To anyone watching, a timer appears in the lower right-hand corner, ticking down from 2 minutes. He hesitates, but goes to the first basinet and stares at the spitting image of his daughter. Upon further inspection, he realizes the newborns are nothing but dolls, though that doesn’t seem to make things any easier. The superhero glances behind him, realizes he’d already wasted 30 seconds and picks the doll up, the barbed wire slicing into his fingers.]
I’m sorry…. [He moves his hands over the doll’s skull, closes his eyes and crushes the head. Moving from cradle to cradle, he ignores the barbed wire and keeps crushing their plastic skulls, never once looking in its general direction. The more dolls he destroys, the harder it becomes to detangle his bloody hands from the barbed wire and crush the head of the next one. Specks of his flesh cling to the wire surrounding the crushed plastic head, and his blood pools around their cradles, with a little trail leading to the next one. As for the man himself, tears are flowing down his cheeks but he doesn’t appear to be registering the obvious pain he’s in. With three seconds to spare Midnighter manages to get his mangled digits around the last doll and kills it.
The sound of a door swinging open can be heard, followed by a child’s scream.]
. . . fuck. That creeped even us out. Solid 10 and our eternal revulsion. Murderer.
[Tyki starts laughing as fingers curled to his forehead over the stigmatas] Damnit Lavi....
0:44... 0:43.... [The Noah stepped onto the platform, still laughing nearly insane as his hand pushed the red button on the wall. The spikes shot out, impaling the Noah into the wall on the other side and the laughter cut of instantly, followed by choking and sudden screaming. The clock stops and the barely visible Tv shows only the vents in Lavi's room with the toxic gas slamming shut. Sudden grating churns in the walls, withdrawing the spikes and the walls back into the hallway as if they were never there, but the sudden blood coming from Tyki's wounds and the blood splattered against the wall is all the evidence the viewer needs. Tyki drops to the ground, wounds made by Innocence not healing immediately like other wounds usually do. He's stopped screaming at least now that the Innocence is no longer within him. ]
Just write a love ballad for these two and get it over with. A 1 because we’re not allowed to give 0’s.
[ Patchouli’s voice is reduced to a screech as the arm finishes it’s revolution, twisting her arm off her body. All that remains is a bloodied stump, gushing blood. Her poor health only meant she had moments to live, which was something of a condolence. At least this way she wouldn’t have to watch her friend die. ]
[The bottom of the cage drops out, and Remilia, unaware of her surroundings at that point, falls flat on her face, into the remaining small pile of holly. She lets out a howl of pain, as the holly touches her bare skin, burning it and ripping it to shreds. She scoots backwards, but knocks the device hidden in the pile in the process.]
Stop it! All of you! Stop it right now! This is an evil game! [Remilia claps her hands over her ears and scoots up into the corner, repeating that one phrase that gave her solace, over and over.
As the clock ticks, Remilia does nothing but huddle up in the corner, and shred her vocal cords. At the end of sixty seconds, the whirring of machinery starts up. One by one, the lamps surrounding the small vampire begin to light up the room. Her screaming does not cease, but only become louder. Her skin starts to sizzle, and smoke quickly forms around her as her screams grow louder and louder still. It’s a quick event, but still quite grisly, as Remilia simply is lit ablaze, and dissolves into a pile of ashes. Her hat and dress remain as-is, almost comically so.]
We LOVED the bit with the clothes. We’ll be laughing about that for weeks, it’s going to go viral! Absolute 10!
[Another drop passes over his cheek, ripping flesh from muscle as it leaves a bloody trail down his cheek. Then another over his nose a moment later. His clothing has started burning off where the drops are increasing in frequency. So this was what they meant by a slow death. It'd keep coming, keep burning him till he died or made his choice. More drops were falling over his chest and neck as he fell to his knees, burning patches off his pants as he did so. The pain only increased. he screwed his eyes against the burning pain as he pushed himself to his feet and kept moving forward toward the vat. There had to be another way. His clothing. If he wrapped his arm in his clothing and retrieved the key that way, couldn't they both be saved?
Eyes, now watering with held back tears darted about, trying to find anything helpful. Anything that would keep him from having to use the glove. His lips were bloody from biting back the pain now and his hair and clothing were patched and frayed. Blood was starting to cover whole patches where flesh had been seared off. Ritsuka wasn't sure how much more he could take. It was then that he saw the small vile lying by the vat. he reached down with one blood covered hand and poured it into the acid, hoping it would do something to neutralize it. A fog seemed to rise around it as his eyesight started to dim and fade before he feels the floor coming to meet him ... or is he coming to meet the floor.]
Silly kitty, trying to get out of your choices. We liked the acid touches, it looked good dripping on his ears. I give it a 7.
[Giving an experimental yank at her restraints, the room is suddenly filled with the ominous sound of powertools. As the cold metal drill bits bit into her skin, Stephanie lets out a strangled scream and freezes, an action that immediately halts the onlaught of torture. In the dank and poor lit area, while something rests between them, it's obvious it's not thick enough to halt sound from being heard on one end to the other. The sound of the metal drill, the scream startles the boy away as he pushes himself up with a disoriented and panicked expression upon his face. Palms flat against the floor, heavy plaid coat shifting with the moment he looks up before his gaze brings his gaze across the way to rest upon the figure of the girl that is trussed up. His eyes widen even more, red hair plastered and askew across his brow.]
Anything with power tools is great viewing. Anyone think she looked pretty hot bound up like that? 8.
I don’t wanna die... [A sob catches in her throat and she drops her face to the floor again. Her body starts to shake more violently, the muscles in her back bunching and pulling with exaggerated shivers. Panting, she steels herself and raises her head again. Her eyes focused somewhere beyond the ‘berry.] I’m so sorry.
[She reaches out to turn off the camera, her left arm snaking across the floor. Just as she’s about to cut the feed, something catches her attention and her eyes snap into sudden focus.] There! [She pulls her hand back with a sudden jerk, her wrist fully extended. Bearing it wide open as she stabs the scalpel into the smooth flesh.]
Eh, just left us kind of cold. Like she wasn’t really feeling it. Not really enough emotion in her performance. Call it a 4.
[None of that seems to be much comfort as the blood quickly reaches his knees, and Artemis looks to the grate once more, and then back to the cuffs. He is showing a surprising amount of calm, outwardly, as least. He continues to twist his hand carefully, but doesn't seem quite willing to break anything yet. A little bit awkwardly, he manages to push his tie up enough that he can catch his tie pin in his teeth when he ducks his head, making a face, but holding it carefully. If he dropped it there was only one option left. He begins picking the lock, trying to ignore the steadily rising blood. It's reached his hips now, and the flow doesn't seem to be stopping. Artemis is sure that it must be entirely psychological at this point. He hadn't been the cause of all this...had he?
He gets the cuffs off with little time to spare, and spits out the tie pin. This seems to make the blood flow even faster, though he's willing to admit that he may be imagining it at this point, and soon he's treading 'water', doing everything he can to keep his head from going underneath.]
That was a damn expensive trap, collecting that much blood. I felt like I should have gotten more bang for the buck. 5.
[The spiked door continues closing in on her while she speaks. When they get to a mere inch away, the door suddenly slams all the way shut, and there's an audible sound of metal piercing flesh accompanied by a shriek of pain. She's given little time to grow accustomed to that, as the sound of flames igniting gives way to the noise of burning meat and a wordless roar that's a mixture of agony and sheer rage.
This keeps going on for a good five minutes before the door opens and the hapless gatekeeper staggers out of it, completely engulfed in flames. She even manages a few steps forward before dropping onto one knee, the flames merrily crackling away even as she tries and fails to get back up. The sprinklers kick in a few moments later and douse the flames, but by that point she's already quite charred. Without any further ado, she collapses into a heap on the floor.]
Barbeque, anyone? We’ll give it a 7 for the gusto.
[Blood pours from his face as he rips at the scar tissue, and he bites his lip to stop himself from crying out in pain. Five minutes on the clock.
After the initial adrenalin rush wears off, he slows down due to the increasing agony. He continues cutting at snails pace until the device is almost entirely removed. Triumphantly, he grabs the part of it that was hanging loosely with the scar tissue attached. He pulls it off, taking a huge layer of tissue off with it. Two minutes left, and Mello is free.
He collapses and lies face down on the bed, blood soaking the sheets. ]
But he already had those scars! 3 for missing a perfectly good chance to wreck the other side.
[A strange noise emits from the machine. Sollux backs off just as a huge surge of electricity crackles across the panel. The discharge catches Karkat in mid-swing and the electricity throws him back against the wall. Now thoroughly broken, the generator gives out, and the current cuts. Terezi goes limp in her chair.]
[Karkat slumps against the wall long enough for the shock to wear off, then throws the mangled stool away from him. Another 'fuck' is heard as he buries his face in his hands. Meanwhile, Sollux rushes to Terezi, shouting her name in a panic.]
Like the threesome angle, but Sollux was already damaged good. Fish, barrel, etc. 6.5.
[Trembling, Marie takes the key from Stein's bloodied hand. She moves it up to the device around her head, trying not to stare at his gaping chest. With a click, she unlocks it and rips it away. It clatters to the ground as Stein continues to gasp for air. It's only a few more moments before he breathes her last, his eyes glazing over.
As the tears roll down her face, her rage manifests itself as a primal scream that borders on a roar.]
The cutting out wasn’t all that exciting, could have been more painful, but the finale was great. I give it an 8.
Overall Entertainment Rating: 7/10
The sadists have had their fun. Time for subjects to get a little dirty~
Terminated: (Terra), (Feferi), (Ty Lee), (Sam Winchester)
[OOC: Hey guys, just a reminder, anything in parentheses is a room number, not a name. We're just not willing to torture you (or ourselves) by putting in the room numbers instead of the names. They won't understand who the observation is about unless they know the room number. Room numbers are on collars, so not hard to figure out, but keep this in mind for new arrivals or faces they haven't met yet.]
[Here’s something new. Rather than the usual text file, there are video clips from throughout the week, followed by a snarky male voice with his own comments on the traps.]
[He cries weakly, begging unintelligibly to be let go, even as he's raising the screwdriver again to his left eye. He holds it there for longer than he should, whimpering.
42. 41. 40 seconds.
He tries, and gags. He sobs pathetically, shaking his head in exhaustion.
27. 26. 25. 24.
Trembling violently, he forces the screwdriver into his left eye, twice again. The timer stops at 17 seconds, and Matthew braces himself against the slippery, bloody floor, throwing up violently. He begs weakly for it to be over.]
Overly dramatic, started begging far too easily. He probably would have started begging if we gave him a paper cut. I give it a 5.
[He looks to the side, and sees that the chains are attached to pulleys that will wind the chains around them, tightening them.]
Every time you deny what you did, the chains will tighten a little more. At first, they'll just dislocate your arms. After awhile, they'll begin to rip your... rip your limbs away from you. Is l-lying worth being torn apart?
[Alex looks at the 'berry, face white, voice shaky]
More whining, just don’t want to deal with it. Next time have him cut his own tongue out. It’s a 4.
Please...don't-- I can't-- don't remind me of him--
[Namine is trembling now, clutching at her chest as her breath starts coming out in short gasping pants. The trap doesn't let her stay stationary for long, though. A large curved blade drops from above, swinging in an arc with the intent of slicing her clean through.]
Nn--!
[She dives out of the way, hitting the wall hard, staring at the blade as it swings back around and moves forward to follow her movements. She tries to take a steadying breath, only it's caught somewhere in her throat. So she curls up on herself, closing her eyes tightly as if to brace herself.]
Like the level of activity, would have liked it more if she would have been turned into a nice filet. I’ll give it a 6.
[Two enormous eight-sided dice slowly clack against each other at the head of a large pool of water. Vriska Serket, sopping wet, stands in her god tier hoodie, frantically trying to remove a reverse bear trap from her face with a key that barely stays in her shaking hand. The timer on the device ticks to its last second before crashing to the ground and snapping open. Vriska's never looked more terrified, but she survived her test.]
Come on, Val. That was pathetic, I practically took a nap! Show her some real terror next time, we know you can scar her worse than that. 3.
[Looking up for only a moment, he lets his head fall back to his chest, and trails off with a shuddering breath. For a moment he just hangs there, and breathes ragged and choked. It's effort to get the breath out.
Then, bulging with sudden tension, Alfred strains up against the bonds, there's the horrible scrape of fingernails on metal, scrabbling, and he looks straight up, blue eyes full of pain and burning with angry fire--]
OKAY?! Are you happy?! I fucking-- I give up. I-I lost, I can't save everyone, I can barely save myself, I'm a failure will you please let me down now?!
[Silence. He stares, panting through his open mouth, and then all at once the bands holding him through the table click open and Alfred cries out, crumpling into a heap at the base of the table.]
At least you accomplished something with this one. I’ll give it a 7.
[Roxas pushes harder. The block scrapes on the ground, and there are shapes in the ceiling to press down past the blocks and flatten them. Roxas thinks of Axel, and of smashed sparking computers, and Sora’s blue eyes. With his entire body weight he leans and pushes and struggles and finally with a horrible screech of metal under pressure the block falls onto the switch.
He makes it -- just barely. The extended part of the ceiling brushes his head just as the block moves into place -- and it lifts away. Riku’s body goes limp, and he collapses against it, panting half in exhaustion and half in his own panic that he’d shoved away until this moment.]
W-we...
Made it. [Roxas finishes with the last of the breath in his lungs. He closes his eyes and slumps against the floor, and when he opens them again there’s a doorway where there was none.]
Damn it, I really wanted this pair to fail. You get a 5 for effort.
[The walls are closing in, the only exit a vertical metal pole leading to a small door in the high ceiling. The camera follows Link as he hauls himself upward, not a stitch of clothing between him and the visibly hot metal. Every upward pull is accompanied by the hiss of searing flesh and a suppressed groan from the inspector.
He's nearing the top, straining to climb with only three fully functioning limbs, but he's quickly running out of space and time. The walls are barely three feet apart by the time he manages to hook the edge of the door, and it's with a strangled yell of effort that he manages finally heave himself through the opening just before the walls crunch together.]
That might not have been the best trap, but we all appreciate the view. 8.
I just want to be me! [Is her answer, voice shaking roughly as eyes closing tightly] I can be both!
[She gives another scream as her other ankle is broken, pressing back tightly into the floor as she lets tears fill up her eyes. Streaming down her cheeks as she stills, stopping her struggling.] I'm both.
[With those words the thing binding her to the floor opens up with a low creak. Chie is left laying there, softly crying.]
Absolutely pathetic. Barely had to touch her to get her sobbing. I give it a 3.
O-ohmigosh--- [Rainbow Dash's hyperventilating, trying to stay still, but she can't, jerking against the cage. It cuts into her wings, tightens around them with every passing second and it hurts. It hurts so much]
0:37, 0:36, 0:35....
[She steps backwards and screams as the brands hit her flanks. She can smell burning hair and skin and she's crying, but the cage around her wings loosens, falling open to let her escape. She almost falls off the platform, her wings barely able to support her weight, trickles of blood slipping from where her wings meet her body. She collapses on the ground for just a moment before dragging herself to the door, which opens for her and she crawls out, her flanks now blank but for two circles where her cutie marks used to be.]
Love it, love it, love it. We should brand all of the livestock. 10.
[His face is screwed up with pain, and the burns on his body are already visible, and severe. After a few more seconds of resistance, something breaks in Harry. His head tips back, and as his eyes snap open, blue light floods from them, and frost creeps across his skin. It's a process that might be familiar to some, but he's never let himself go this far... not even the last time he nearly let it consume him. The steel of the furnace warps and ripples as the intense cold meets the sweltering heat, and the lock mechanisms in the manacles around Harry's wrists and ankles break. The camera lapses into static as a wave of power hits the furnace with a shriek of warping steel, and when it comes back on, it only catches one last glimpse of what used to be Harry leaving out the back, nearly totally obscured under a thick coat of frost]
And icicle dick is back in the building! 7.5 for the final result.
[A third goes to stab Fujino between the chest. She coughs a bit whilst blood drips out of her mouth. When she looks up again, her eyes show fierce determination, along with a small smirk adorning her lips.
No swords come out, as she stays silent this time, and watches the timer tick away towards its countdown.
The moment the timer is up, all the swords release to gore her all over, sans the neck and the head. The cuffs restraining her soon release, letting her limp body fall to the floor, at which the video then times out.]
That didn’t accomplish a thing. Did you even put any effort into that one, Val? It gets a 4 just due to the blood.
[He shoved the fabric into his mouth and immediately started sawing into his own flesh. The first one felt excruciatingly long, but as soon as he started, he made no indication of stopping until he was finished.
He sits close enough that he can take over if he needs to, if it gets to be too much. But it's over faster than he thought it'd be, and just looking at Dick's arm, Dick's arm which is no longer attached to the rest of his body, makes him want to throw up. He's seen worse, much worse, but it's Dick.
The look in Dick's eyes; It's almost as though his mind had went on autopilot. He doesn't hear that sickening sound as his arm hits the floor. He doesn't want to hear it. Acknowledge the fact that he just very well sawed his own arm off.]
Good lesson in reality for a wannabe hero. Solid 8 for this one.
[Joshua falls to the ground roughly, tumbling down the steps of the front of the church. Tears are streaming down his face as he continues his screams of pain, staring at the holes in his hands in shock.
The drill stops spinning and the door swings open, the test apparently completed.
Joshua can't move. His body is wracked with pain. He grinds his teeth together in an attempt to shut himself up and keep himself from screaming any more.] ........ you... didn't catch me...
S-sucks for you, asshole... [He could barely move, and he felt like he might faint... ]
We call do over on this one. Seriously. 2.
[ Four minutes pass on the counter.
Shhnk!
Kano makes a sharp sound. This pain is familiar. For the viewers, one blade has dropped with a loud thud. Off go the tips of his longest fingers. He grunts and thrashes his arms.
There's rasps for air. He lifts his head to look at the counter. Three more minutes. Maybe they don't mean HIS. He starts to speak, struggling, sounding disjointed. He looks like he's staring at something. ]
I feel like I’ve seen this show before. 5, but it could have been so much more gratifying with more limbs flying off.
[Dean had slit his wrist before, but it had always been a clean cut- this was just dangerous.
He let out a strangled groan as it began to really burn, forcing himself to go faster. It hurt, and his entire upper body was shaking. His hand dropped the whip suddenly, but it was back in his hand again and he closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and blew out hard puffs of air which only cut into his lips more. Blood trailed down his chest and he felt his teeth would break from how hard he was clenching them. ]
Love seeing this guy in pain, enjoyed the agonized expressions. I give it a 7.
[His fingers finally close around a second brass key, and he pushes back towards the furnace, fingers trembling as he tries to fit the keys into the lock. It's the second that opens it, and he tugs open the door. Inside sits a potted lily, with a bow wrapped around it and a small piece of paper with a heart drawn on it.
Severus stares at it for a moment, looking torn between laughing and crying. He slams the door angrily, two-three times, and hits it with a bloody fist, shoulders dropping and hair falling in his face. Long seconds pass and he doesn't move. Finally, with a rather blank look, he nudges the door back open, and pulls out the flower with careful hands. He tucks it under one arm and begins crawling back towards the door. 0:23
He fits the key in the pad lock, and pulls open the door]
Did he really, really believe there was any hope of redemption. 2 because he’s a complete idiot.
Wh-wha-wha-what!? No way! Just let me go! This is scary! I don't want to be here! I hate it! I hate you! I'll kill you! I'll kill everyone! [At this point, it's become very obvious that Asura is crying, tears splattering onto the floor of the box.] Leave me alone! Quit picking on me! Ah-wah-wah-aaaaaaah!
[The black cube on the ceiling opens up, and a pair of buttons, one blue and one green, on long wires drop down, dangling in front of where Asura was, before he moved out of the way double quick
The view focuses on Asura for all his screaming antics before it fades away as if it got tired of him ..]
This is pretty much what he does all the time anyway. How do we even know if he’s being tortured? 2.
[Finally, he breaks the surface, gasping. His lungs are heaving and he feels a rush, almost making him black out as he finally gets air. He vaguely registers that the clock reads 3:27. Time. He has time. His fingers are numb, and he drags the glove off of his right hand with his teeth. He grits his teeth as he touches the ice with his skin, a sinking feeling in his stomach as he sees that it's melted-- but it's still sharp enough, he thinks.
Axel stares at the X on his left arm, raising the icicle and cringing as he slices through his skin, sinking as he forgets to tread water. Red and darkness stains the water and he screams into it, dropping the icicle and grabbing blindly for the key. His fingers can barely move but he grabs the key.]
Again, enjoying this guy in pain, but really think he got off too light. Would have liked to see something done with his eyes. We’ll give it a 6.
[Against one wall is Harry, strapped to a chair and gagged with something on his chest counting down. There's less than two minutes left on the counter. Tsunade is covered in blood and tears are running down her face. The entire room is covered in blood and it's pooling on the floor. A note is floating along, the writing blurred and unreadable now. There are labeled bags thrown everywhere and she is systematically ripping each one open and checking inside, dumping more blood on herself and the floor.
With one minute remaining she picks up another bag and visibly flinches when she reads the name. When she tears it open, something falls into her hand.]
I should have known. You sick bastards.
[She turns to Harry, slamming the card into a slot and stopping the clock with 47 seconds left. The feed cuts out as the beeping stops and the bonds on the captive fall away.]
You let that bitch go without even cutting her? Val, you’re fired. You get a 1 for that shit.
Yes. Just a few more steps and you'll reach the door.
[ She's shuffling along at this point, but like he said, the door isn't very far. Once she feels the rectangular handle of the door, she tugs at it something fierce. ]
Hey, Harry? Harry! [ She hits the door with a vector. The camera feed suddenly shuts off, and the sound of the timer going off rings rather loudly through the room. ]
I'm sorry Lucy. Time's up.
Love the levels of anguish on this one. Nothing beats a good mind fuck. 7.
[He pressed harder, whimpering and gritting his teeth.
It took him nearly most of the time remaining, but with some blood and lots of pained grunts and screaming, he pulled his last eye out.
Having had a hand on the cylinder, and somehow having enough thought through the pain he pushed the eye blindly into the cylinder. His hands then covered his face, his second empty socket bleeding heavily.]
Seriously? That’s what he chose? I had to watch the instant replay to make sure. Twice. 7.5 just for the pure stupidity.
[Heather blinks up at her with an incredibly dazed expression on her face]
Wh--wha? Oh, oh right... [she tries to sit up, still pretty jarred from the events of a few minutes ago. There are already blisters starting to break out over the skin of her arms and legs, and the back of her hair is a little singed]
Oh come on. Someone this wimpy it’s not even a challenge. Barely gets a 3.
... and I cannot say for certain that my own actions didn't damn them all the more.
[ the final lock opens as the clocks ticks 0:28. the needles clear his skin in time, but not even a few seconds later, the opaque liquid comes tricking out the ends, hissing and causing an instant whitish gas so swirl around.
Bakura regards the new holes in his arms with irritation before looking back at Maka ]
It's not the first time secrets have been used as currency. Barter is the oldest thing, second only to survival.
The didn’t kill the flat chested chick? Boo! 2.
[Thumbing over what she can, pushing the bloody pulp of the torn skin and muscle out of the way, she nudges the back of the key. It's a small, skeleton key lodged into into a crease in one of her bones. Her fingers are shaking viciously by this point, grunting as she tries to keep them steady enough to grab the key. Gripping it between her thumb and index finger, Rose rips out the key with a loud shriek of tearing flesh--hopefully the last. She dips it down into the hole next to her wrist and twists it. It makes an affirming sound, but none of the restraints budge. Having completed her side of the task, her head slumps forward with her hand.]
...Hurry.
[ Jade screams again as her hand burns in pain. Her fingers slip against the key and she fumbles before grabbing it and yanking it out, too scared of the ache in her chest to notice that that might not have been the most eloquent way of saving her friend's hand. It takes her a few tries to get the key into the hole, but eventually she makes it, twisting it hard. ]
Did it...work?
Probably the best girl on girl scene of the bunch. Tell the troll girl to put it on her wall. We’ll give it an 8.
[There is an audible scraping of metal on wood, accompanied by a series of clicks and a quick gasp of pain as the wires tighten. They don't stay that way long, just long enough to make a point. Then they go slack again, and so does the boy. Crimson blood drips onto the floor with a faint sound.]
Tell the truth now. Life or death ... fight or surrender ... stay here and hope or end it all ... which one do you want?
... I ... don't know ...
[There's another click. It's the sound of something sliding into place and locking. The wire is a little tighter than it was before.]
Just pick already! You know you’re going to lose, just accept it! Can’t give it more than a 4.
[Shikamaru continues to work, his face contorted in a grimace as he forces his abused hands to keep moving.
He curses out loud as another false move brings another spray of acid, but he works through it, paying no mind to the blood and sweat dripping on to the table. His fingers move faster as the timer works its way down until suddenly... the timer stops.
00:17
The top of the box pops open with a loud click, and Shikamaru blinks in disbelief for only a moment before reaching inside and drawing out a key. The puzzle solved, he abandons it and rushes to the far wall, jamming the provided key into a small hole and pushing his way through the nearly-invisible door.]
Boring, boring, boring. Should have given her a real challenge and made her quit, then it might have actually been interesting. Give it a 5.
[Having forgotten the smoke rising from the box in his pain or rush, Lavi plunges his hand in and screams. Jerking his hand out and waving it frantically to get the acid off. 06:20 He glances at Autumn's box, a look of agony on his face and then back at the box with the key. Lavi's feet are killing him and he has to move! Gritting his teeth the redhead shoves the same hand back in the box and fumbles around for the key, barely grasping it and pulling his arm out.
Stumbling now he moves toward Autumn's box, 04:31 and he can barely bring himself to move his feet. Lavi almost drops the key into the coals trying to transfer it to his good hand but barely manages to hang on. Spending another precious seconds fumbling to get the key in the lock, Lavi is shaking by the time he gets it turned and Autumn all but jumps onto her master.
Lavi stumbles back but manages to keep to his feet, slowly making his way back to the platform. It's the only safe place in the room to rest. 01:51 strikes the clock as he makes his way halfway there and Lavi collapses on it just as it starts its final few seconds. He doesn't even see the screen light up again as it reaches 00:00.]
All that for pussy. Priorities. They ain’t got them. This gets a 2.
[Midnighter hears a click behind him. To anyone watching, a timer appears in the lower right-hand corner, ticking down from 2 minutes. He hesitates, but goes to the first basinet and stares at the spitting image of his daughter. Upon further inspection, he realizes the newborns are nothing but dolls, though that doesn’t seem to make things any easier. The superhero glances behind him, realizes he’d already wasted 30 seconds and picks the doll up, the barbed wire slicing into his fingers.]
I’m sorry…. [He moves his hands over the doll’s skull, closes his eyes and crushes the head. Moving from cradle to cradle, he ignores the barbed wire and keeps crushing their plastic skulls, never once looking in its general direction. The more dolls he destroys, the harder it becomes to detangle his bloody hands from the barbed wire and crush the head of the next one. Specks of his flesh cling to the wire surrounding the crushed plastic head, and his blood pools around their cradles, with a little trail leading to the next one. As for the man himself, tears are flowing down his cheeks but he doesn’t appear to be registering the obvious pain he’s in. With three seconds to spare Midnighter manages to get his mangled digits around the last doll and kills it.
The sound of a door swinging open can be heard, followed by a child’s scream.]
. . . fuck. That creeped even us out. Solid 10 and our eternal revulsion. Murderer.
[Tyki starts laughing as fingers curled to his forehead over the stigmatas] Damnit Lavi....
0:44... 0:43.... [The Noah stepped onto the platform, still laughing nearly insane as his hand pushed the red button on the wall. The spikes shot out, impaling the Noah into the wall on the other side and the laughter cut of instantly, followed by choking and sudden screaming. The clock stops and the barely visible Tv shows only the vents in Lavi's room with the toxic gas slamming shut. Sudden grating churns in the walls, withdrawing the spikes and the walls back into the hallway as if they were never there, but the sudden blood coming from Tyki's wounds and the blood splattered against the wall is all the evidence the viewer needs. Tyki drops to the ground, wounds made by Innocence not healing immediately like other wounds usually do. He's stopped screaming at least now that the Innocence is no longer within him. ]
Just write a love ballad for these two and get it over with. A 1 because we’re not allowed to give 0’s.
[ Patchouli’s voice is reduced to a screech as the arm finishes it’s revolution, twisting her arm off her body. All that remains is a bloodied stump, gushing blood. Her poor health only meant she had moments to live, which was something of a condolence. At least this way she wouldn’t have to watch her friend die. ]
[The bottom of the cage drops out, and Remilia, unaware of her surroundings at that point, falls flat on her face, into the remaining small pile of holly. She lets out a howl of pain, as the holly touches her bare skin, burning it and ripping it to shreds. She scoots backwards, but knocks the device hidden in the pile in the process.]
Stop it! All of you! Stop it right now! This is an evil game! [Remilia claps her hands over her ears and scoots up into the corner, repeating that one phrase that gave her solace, over and over.
As the clock ticks, Remilia does nothing but huddle up in the corner, and shred her vocal cords. At the end of sixty seconds, the whirring of machinery starts up. One by one, the lamps surrounding the small vampire begin to light up the room. Her screaming does not cease, but only become louder. Her skin starts to sizzle, and smoke quickly forms around her as her screams grow louder and louder still. It’s a quick event, but still quite grisly, as Remilia simply is lit ablaze, and dissolves into a pile of ashes. Her hat and dress remain as-is, almost comically so.]
We LOVED the bit with the clothes. We’ll be laughing about that for weeks, it’s going to go viral! Absolute 10!
[Another drop passes over his cheek, ripping flesh from muscle as it leaves a bloody trail down his cheek. Then another over his nose a moment later. His clothing has started burning off where the drops are increasing in frequency. So this was what they meant by a slow death. It'd keep coming, keep burning him till he died or made his choice. More drops were falling over his chest and neck as he fell to his knees, burning patches off his pants as he did so. The pain only increased. he screwed his eyes against the burning pain as he pushed himself to his feet and kept moving forward toward the vat. There had to be another way. His clothing. If he wrapped his arm in his clothing and retrieved the key that way, couldn't they both be saved?
Eyes, now watering with held back tears darted about, trying to find anything helpful. Anything that would keep him from having to use the glove. His lips were bloody from biting back the pain now and his hair and clothing were patched and frayed. Blood was starting to cover whole patches where flesh had been seared off. Ritsuka wasn't sure how much more he could take. It was then that he saw the small vile lying by the vat. he reached down with one blood covered hand and poured it into the acid, hoping it would do something to neutralize it. A fog seemed to rise around it as his eyesight started to dim and fade before he feels the floor coming to meet him ... or is he coming to meet the floor.]
Silly kitty, trying to get out of your choices. We liked the acid touches, it looked good dripping on his ears. I give it a 7.
[Giving an experimental yank at her restraints, the room is suddenly filled with the ominous sound of powertools. As the cold metal drill bits bit into her skin, Stephanie lets out a strangled scream and freezes, an action that immediately halts the onlaught of torture. In the dank and poor lit area, while something rests between them, it's obvious it's not thick enough to halt sound from being heard on one end to the other. The sound of the metal drill, the scream startles the boy away as he pushes himself up with a disoriented and panicked expression upon his face. Palms flat against the floor, heavy plaid coat shifting with the moment he looks up before his gaze brings his gaze across the way to rest upon the figure of the girl that is trussed up. His eyes widen even more, red hair plastered and askew across his brow.]
Anything with power tools is great viewing. Anyone think she looked pretty hot bound up like that? 8.
I don’t wanna die... [A sob catches in her throat and she drops her face to the floor again. Her body starts to shake more violently, the muscles in her back bunching and pulling with exaggerated shivers. Panting, she steels herself and raises her head again. Her eyes focused somewhere beyond the ‘berry.] I’m so sorry.
[She reaches out to turn off the camera, her left arm snaking across the floor. Just as she’s about to cut the feed, something catches her attention and her eyes snap into sudden focus.] There! [She pulls her hand back with a sudden jerk, her wrist fully extended. Bearing it wide open as she stabs the scalpel into the smooth flesh.]
Eh, just left us kind of cold. Like she wasn’t really feeling it. Not really enough emotion in her performance. Call it a 4.
[None of that seems to be much comfort as the blood quickly reaches his knees, and Artemis looks to the grate once more, and then back to the cuffs. He is showing a surprising amount of calm, outwardly, as least. He continues to twist his hand carefully, but doesn't seem quite willing to break anything yet. A little bit awkwardly, he manages to push his tie up enough that he can catch his tie pin in his teeth when he ducks his head, making a face, but holding it carefully. If he dropped it there was only one option left. He begins picking the lock, trying to ignore the steadily rising blood. It's reached his hips now, and the flow doesn't seem to be stopping. Artemis is sure that it must be entirely psychological at this point. He hadn't been the cause of all this...had he?
He gets the cuffs off with little time to spare, and spits out the tie pin. This seems to make the blood flow even faster, though he's willing to admit that he may be imagining it at this point, and soon he's treading 'water', doing everything he can to keep his head from going underneath.]
That was a damn expensive trap, collecting that much blood. I felt like I should have gotten more bang for the buck. 5.
[The spiked door continues closing in on her while she speaks. When they get to a mere inch away, the door suddenly slams all the way shut, and there's an audible sound of metal piercing flesh accompanied by a shriek of pain. She's given little time to grow accustomed to that, as the sound of flames igniting gives way to the noise of burning meat and a wordless roar that's a mixture of agony and sheer rage.
This keeps going on for a good five minutes before the door opens and the hapless gatekeeper staggers out of it, completely engulfed in flames. She even manages a few steps forward before dropping onto one knee, the flames merrily crackling away even as she tries and fails to get back up. The sprinklers kick in a few moments later and douse the flames, but by that point she's already quite charred. Without any further ado, she collapses into a heap on the floor.]
Barbeque, anyone? We’ll give it a 7 for the gusto.
[Blood pours from his face as he rips at the scar tissue, and he bites his lip to stop himself from crying out in pain. Five minutes on the clock.
After the initial adrenalin rush wears off, he slows down due to the increasing agony. He continues cutting at snails pace until the device is almost entirely removed. Triumphantly, he grabs the part of it that was hanging loosely with the scar tissue attached. He pulls it off, taking a huge layer of tissue off with it. Two minutes left, and Mello is free.
He collapses and lies face down on the bed, blood soaking the sheets. ]
But he already had those scars! 3 for missing a perfectly good chance to wreck the other side.
[A strange noise emits from the machine. Sollux backs off just as a huge surge of electricity crackles across the panel. The discharge catches Karkat in mid-swing and the electricity throws him back against the wall. Now thoroughly broken, the generator gives out, and the current cuts. Terezi goes limp in her chair.]
[Karkat slumps against the wall long enough for the shock to wear off, then throws the mangled stool away from him. Another 'fuck' is heard as he buries his face in his hands. Meanwhile, Sollux rushes to Terezi, shouting her name in a panic.]
Like the threesome angle, but Sollux was already damaged good. Fish, barrel, etc. 6.5.
[Trembling, Marie takes the key from Stein's bloodied hand. She moves it up to the device around her head, trying not to stare at his gaping chest. With a click, she unlocks it and rips it away. It clatters to the ground as Stein continues to gasp for air. It's only a few more moments before he breathes her last, his eyes glazing over.
As the tears roll down her face, her rage manifests itself as a primal scream that borders on a roar.]
The cutting out wasn’t all that exciting, could have been more painful, but the finale was great. I give it an 8.
Overall Entertainment Rating: 7/10
The sadists have had their fun. Time for subjects to get a little dirty~
Terminated: (Terra), (Feferi), (Ty Lee), (Sam Winchester)
[OOC: Hey guys, just a reminder, anything in parentheses is a room number, not a name. We're just not willing to torture you (or ourselves) by putting in the room numbers instead of the names. They won't understand who the observation is about unless they know the room number. Room numbers are on collars, so not hard to figure out, but keep this in mind for new arrivals or faces they haven't met yet.]