06-24-2018, 11:36 PM
"... I think he's finally coming around."
"I guess the sedatives are beginning to wear off," another voice replied.
Words drifted aimlessless through the void in which Handsome Jack found himself, disembodied and meaningless. Sedatives? What the hell...
Memories flooded back to the man, threatening to overtake his sanity and send him back into the blissful darkness of unconsciousness. The tournament... his partner... the murder of their would-be foes... and the desperate fight for survival against that monster. It all came back to him, yet something seemed off.
Jack's eyes fought to remain sealed against the harsh light beyond their lies. The nearly overpowering odor of sterility caused his stomach to turn over and the rough feel of lining under and draped over him was like sandpaper.
"Ah... fuck... what happened?" Jack asked groggily as he struggled into a seated position and blinked against the blinding florescent glare that kept him from seeing more than the silhouette of the two who had been talking. "Where am I?"
The more curvaceous of the outlines approached him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Calm down. It's alright. You're resting in the Syntech Medical Ward. You gave us quite a scare there, but it looks like you pulled through. Good thing too... the next round is due to start any minute now."
"Wait, what?!" Jack exclaimed, that last tidbit startling him to full wakefulness. "The fuck?! Next round?! I nearly DIED out there, sweetcheeks! Fuck the nerd round! Jak already screwed up the first one. How am I supposed to trust a guy who can't even keep a murderer from killing off his contestants with another match, huh? I didn't sign up for this bullshit!"
"Well..." interrupted the man who was accompanying the young lady, now that Jack could see a little better. As young as she was, this dude was just as old. Grey haired to her blonde. Saggy to her perky. Ugly to her... well, she was kinda ugly too. Two out of three ain't bad though.
"I hate to say this, Mr. Jack," he continued with a tone that suggested he actually really enjoyed saying it. "But you DID, in fact, sign up for this. Death and/or Banishment is one of the risks laid out in the contract you signed. Just feel lucky neither has happened to you yet. Most of your fellow contestants won't be so lucky."
Handsome Jack fumed internally, because... well, the guy was right. But Hell, no one ever reads the Terms and Conditions! They just click "I Accept" and get right to downloading animated porn gifs of Garfield.
With a forlorn sigh, Jack finally dragged himself from the rock-hard cot and, taking a glance in the mirror, began the work of making himself a new mask. At that moment, he didn't even feel like killing them for seeing his real face. All he could think about was how hard he had fucked himself over.
"I guess the sedatives are beginning to wear off," another voice replied.
Words drifted aimlessless through the void in which Handsome Jack found himself, disembodied and meaningless. Sedatives? What the hell...
Memories flooded back to the man, threatening to overtake his sanity and send him back into the blissful darkness of unconsciousness. The tournament... his partner... the murder of their would-be foes... and the desperate fight for survival against that monster. It all came back to him, yet something seemed off.
Jack's eyes fought to remain sealed against the harsh light beyond their lies. The nearly overpowering odor of sterility caused his stomach to turn over and the rough feel of lining under and draped over him was like sandpaper.
"Ah... fuck... what happened?" Jack asked groggily as he struggled into a seated position and blinked against the blinding florescent glare that kept him from seeing more than the silhouette of the two who had been talking. "Where am I?"
The more curvaceous of the outlines approached him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Calm down. It's alright. You're resting in the Syntech Medical Ward. You gave us quite a scare there, but it looks like you pulled through. Good thing too... the next round is due to start any minute now."
"Wait, what?!" Jack exclaimed, that last tidbit startling him to full wakefulness. "The fuck?! Next round?! I nearly DIED out there, sweetcheeks! Fuck the nerd round! Jak already screwed up the first one. How am I supposed to trust a guy who can't even keep a murderer from killing off his contestants with another match, huh? I didn't sign up for this bullshit!"
"Well..." interrupted the man who was accompanying the young lady, now that Jack could see a little better. As young as she was, this dude was just as old. Grey haired to her blonde. Saggy to her perky. Ugly to her... well, she was kinda ugly too. Two out of three ain't bad though.
"I hate to say this, Mr. Jack," he continued with a tone that suggested he actually really enjoyed saying it. "But you DID, in fact, sign up for this. Death and/or Banishment is one of the risks laid out in the contract you signed. Just feel lucky neither has happened to you yet. Most of your fellow contestants won't be so lucky."
Handsome Jack fumed internally, because... well, the guy was right. But Hell, no one ever reads the Terms and Conditions! They just click "I Accept" and get right to downloading animated porn gifs of Garfield.
With a forlorn sigh, Jack finally dragged himself from the rock-hard cot and, taking a glance in the mirror, began the work of making himself a new mask. At that moment, he didn't even feel like killing them for seeing his real face. All he could think about was how hard he had fucked himself over.
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