Brent Young
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À peine quelques secondes s'étaient écoulées - les mots avaient à peine réussi à échapper à ses lèvres quand il ne pouvait tout simplement pas le prendre. Ce trou de l'enfer était terrifiant. Il était dans un hôtel qu'il ne reconnaissait pas, ce qui ressemblait à une forêt était juste à l'extérieur de la porte cassée, et il avait assez de nourriture pendant peut-être 3 jours. Et même alors, la situation de l'eau était bien pire. Peu importe qui cette dame était - n'importe quelle interaction humaine, n'importe quelle chance de savoir ce qui se passait - c'était tout ce dont il avait besoin. Il marchait rapidement, tenant le couteau de poche dans sa poche tout en essayant d'avoir l'air calme. Il s'est tourné vers l'escalier, et l'a trouvée.
Elle avait les cheveux blancs, la peau belle, significativement plus courte que Brent. Honnêtement, il s'en fiche. Au fur et à mesure que les secondes s'écoulaient, il devenait de plus en plus paranoïaque, craignant la situation dans laquelle ils se trouvaient. Elle était debout, avait l'air tranquille, et avait un paquet similaire à celui de Brent. Il garda sa main dans sa poche, reconnaissant qu'il y avait un autre humain, mais ne voulant pas se laisser ouvrir. Elle a dû avoir un couteau, comme lui.
"... sais-tu où on est..."
Avant de pouvoir finir, une mystérieuse lumière bleue commença à émaner des trous oculaires d'une image, suspendue tordue contre le mur. La lumière bleue a fait sauter Brent, filant le couteau de poche dans les escaliers par accident. Il a failli s'en occuper, avant que la lumière ne prenne la forme de la femme, et il a commencé à parler. Pas de l'hologramme, bien sûr - il n'y avait pas de haut-parleurs là-bas. La voix est venue de derrière ce même cadre d'image, sonnant croustillant et moqueur. Brent y aurait probablement pensé comme une blague s'il n'avait pas été littéralement au milieu de nulle part, perdu et avec apparemment 3 jours de provisions. Plusieurs choses lui sont venues à l'esprit, comme la deuxième et la troisième règle... Pourquoi a-t-elle découragé d'enlever la puce en menaçant la mort, puis immédiatement dire que le suicide était impossible? Il n'y avait aucun inconvénient pour une personne suicidaire à creuser la puce - soit ils le font avec succès et saignent, ou ils sont paralysés et les machines les tuent. Bien sûr, Brent n'était pas suicidaire. Il était presque en train de se faire chier à quel point il avait peur, en toute honnêteté. Il n'avait même pas remarqué qu'il y avait une USB avec les fournitures - il a dû être trop sombre. Dans sa vision périphérique, cependant, il a vu son couteau briller au soleil, juste à côté de l'USB - il a dû le sortir accidentellement avec le couteau.
Finalement, l'hologramme a disparu, et Brent a lentement fait son chemin vers son couteau, étant sûr de garder la fille en vue. Si ce "Persephone" devait être cru, alors tuer un participant était parfaitement autorisé - en fait, cela serait encouragé - vous venez d'avoir 3 jours de plus de fournitures supplémentaires, un sac, et un nouveau couteau. Il ne voulait pas faire ça, mais il n'allait pas faire confiance à une fille au hasard qu'il a rencontrée dans un hôtel en panne... Finalement, il a atteint le bas et, comme il s'est plié pour prendre l'USB, il a remarqué que la couleur n'était pas noire - Juste un vert incroyablement sombre, avec du texte brun, à peine visible à travers le côté lire Forest. Il a placé les deux objets dans sa poche, et est revenu à ses pieds. La joie qu'il avait ressentie tout à l'heure à la rencontre d'une autre personne se tournait maintenant vers un sentiment brûlant de peur. Il a dû trouver ce mystérieux "Halloween" dans trois jours, sinon... quoi? Il perdrait? Qu'est-ce que cela impliquait? Si ça voulait dire rentrer chez lui, il le ferait dans un battement de cœur, mais vu que ce monstre l'a kidnappé de chez lui et a eu l'audace de le faire jouer à son petit jeu, il doutait fortement que ce serait si facile. Il s'est retourné et a parlé.
"Alors... Je suis Brent. Eh bien, je vais aller voir ce type de "Halloween" dont elle a parlé. Je ne veux pas savoir ce qui va se passer si je manque de temps, donc... Si vous voulez venir chercher votre partenaire aussi, c'est cool."
Il avait l'air beaucoup plus calme qu'il ne le pensait. Pour être honnête, il voulait vraiment qu'elle vienne - elle pourrait l'aider à chercher Halloween, et s'ils avaient besoin de dormir, ils pourraient le faire par quarts. Il ne voulait pas être dehors avec tous les animaux de la forêt dans le noir, mais il se sentirait plus en sécurité avec une autre personne. Il ne voulait même pas chercher ce type d'Halloween - la seule raison pour laquelle il était prêt à tout laisser tomber et commencer à chercher était parce que plus vite il a trouvé ce gars, plus vite il est sorti de ce trou d'enfer et pouvait rapporter ce psychopathe à la police. Brent a déjà commencé à se diriger vers la porte. Il a déjà perdu assez de temps, et ils pouvaient marcher et parler. Il a commencé à faire son chemin vers la porte, se déplaçant à un rythme stable, si légèrement rapide. Malheureusement, il n'a même pas remarqué qu'il n'avait jamais demandé son nom à la fille, ni même la couleur de son USB.
Green_Knight has signed on
"Oh hello Green_Knight, I'm so glad you came. Let's begin the interview. What's your real name? First and last please."
"Nice to meet you as well, I guess. My name is Brent Young, put I'm used to people referring to me by my online name, 'Green Knight'."
"Ah, I see, okay how old are you?"
"I'm 22, if that's important."
"Hmm...This is more personal but what's your sexuality?"
"... Don't see how that's relevant, but I think I like girls. I never liked a real girl though. I'm more into the female characters in my games to be honest." (He's straight, but thanks to a lack of female interaction throughout his youth, he is mostly attracted to female game and anime characters. He may develop romantic feeling for a real woman (maybe even a man), however, if he spends extended periods of time with them.)
"Are you a man or woman?"
"Man."
"What do you look like? You can send a picture of describe yourself, though an image will help me more."



"What's your occupation?"
"I work at an Insurance agency, and it sucks."
"How would you describe your personality?"
"People have called me brutal, but I like to think they meant brutally efficient. I always try to be as efficient as possible, diligently working on a task until I finish it. I'm not... I wouldn't say I'm a very good people person. That's probably why I don't work customer support, lol. I like to call myself a realist - I've never really tried hoping for miracles or doing things that waste energy. But most of all, I believe that I'm loyal - I've never left a guild on my own, and I'm always the first person to take a role that no one else wants to. After all, if I do the job no one else wants to, things will go more smoothly. I could be called a team player, but I honestly do it for myself. I like to start things as early as possible, and don't want to be slowed down by trivial things I can solve by taking them into my own hands."
"How tall are you? How much do you weigh?"
"I'm 5'11 and weigh 160 lbs, but I don't see why this matters."
"What's your favorite color?"
"If you couldn't tell from my online name, it's Green."
"What type of person interests you romantically?"
"Well, I'm honestly okay with pretty much anyone. The characters I like are pretty different, but I guess they share a couple traits. I don't like people who are mean or rude, and shorter 'girly-girls' are usually my type. But, uh... Are you coming on to me?"
"This question can be skipped, but it's most essential to my study so I'd prefer an honest answer. Know that you're in a safe place here with me, no one else will ever have to know. Do you have any physical/mental disabilities? Any traumas?"
"... I... I hallucinate sometimes. Psychologist said it was triggered by 'stress', but I'm pretty sure he was pulling that out of his ass. It happens at random, but mostly happens when I stay idle... Sometimes it's pretty normal, like shadows in the corner of my eyes, but other times... I don't really feel comfortable talking about it. The hallucinations seem to affect all of my senses, but they only rarely happen as long as I'm busy... As long as I keep working, they don't come as often... Don't tell anyone, I'm not getting sent to a mental ward."
"What gaming genre do you prefer to play when feeding your addiction?"
"I like third-person shooters and MMOs, but my favorite genres are Visual Novels and JRPGs. JRPGs especially, they keep me busy grinding and not focusing on my... 'condition'."
"Share some of your history with me."
"Alright. I'm going to give you the abridged version, since I don't want to spend the next couple hours writing up my life story. My dad raised me for as long as I can remember, I'm an only child, and my mom was apparently a drug addict my social worker father tried to help. Nobody knows where she is now, and I honestly don't really care. I grew up pretty normal all things considered. I was home schooled, and my grades weren't the best, but dad was proud of me at least. He got me a computer at 8, and he was even the person that introduced me to games and anime. Every night we finished dinner we would always clean up as quick as possible, before racing to our PCs and duking it out in some game. We argue a lot over the stupidest stuff, like what games were better than their competition, or the message that people put into their games and movies (I don't care what he says, "Magical Girl Cooking Conquest" is a series with deep themes about religion and the human spirit). My life continued with this sort of melancholy, until I got into an... accident at the age of 17.
I had just got my learners, and was driving down the road at... 2 AM? It's hard to remember. Moral is, I was pretty tired at the time, and didn't notice the truck that was speeding down the opposing lane. I continued, not noticing him refuse to halt for the red light. He probably thought he could run it since there was only a few people around, and my headlights were off... Next thing I remember, I was blind in a hospital bed. I could only panic briefly before the doctor managed to explain it to me though - I was in a horrible car accident, and was almost certainly going to die. My only option was an experimental surgery using nano machines, which mt father hastily agreed to. I made a nearly miraculous recovery, and with only temporary blindness as my eyes recovered. Grateful thatmy lack of eyesight was only gone for a few days, I spent most of my time listening to the news - Oil running extremly low, some advancements in solar energy, people crying about the state of the world. Same as always. When the bandages came off, everything was made of bubbles... Not joking, it was like the entire room was made of soap bubbles, even the features on the doctor's face.
I made sure not to let anyone know what I saw - I knew that they would lock me up in a crazy person's hospital, they'd use me as a guinea pig to figure out what went wrong with their surgery. I wasn't going to let that happen. I was kept in the hospital for the next few days, and slowly, my hallucinations became more distorted. I saw the world as vines, flesh, candy, some TRON-style hologram, and as time went on, more of my senses seemed to be affected. When I looked it up later, it seemed that sight played an integral role in interpreting the other senses. I never told a soul, and my strange behavior at random times caused me to get sent to a psychologist. I lied about my problem, only saying that I sometimes saw things that weren't there, to which he simply responded 'stress'. Guy is a total hack...
Anyways, I quickly learned how to avoid my disorder - When I'm busy, it rarely happens. Hell, I can probably count the number of times it happened while I was focusing on one hand. So, I became more productive. My grades quickly improved as studying was a more attractive option than seeing non-existent spiders crawl from my toilet and chase me. I quickly progressed in my gaming, and I even have a pretty big reputation on some of the MMOs I play. Despite everything I did, however, nights were always godawful. I just had to try and sleep, even when I feel something rub against my face in an empty room. Anyways, I eventually 'graduated' my home schooling, and dad used his connections to get me a pretty comfy job as an insurance agent. I have to talk to clients sometimes, but besides that, I enjoy it. I moved out at 20, and started saving money - after all, I wanted to retire young and spend my time gaming. I had mostly gotten comfortable with my condition, but sleep was still hell. Eventually, I found your email, and I decided to take a look after seeing you describe your game."
"Your strengths?"
"I'm able to work on nearly anything, no matter how mind numbing, for hours on end. Additionally, I'm able to maximize efficiency of things pretty easily. Management games, while not very fun, are incredibly easy for me thanks to this. Finally, I have a basic knowledge of human physiology and a proficient understanding of psychology thanks to years of studying possible causes for my condition."
"Your fears and weaknesses?"
"I don't feel comfortable telling you, but hey, I already told you my biggest secret. I have an extremely hard time communicating with other people directly. I can talk over voice chat and stuff, but looking them face-to-face ain't happening. Additionally, I'm almost always extremely tired from lack of sleep and insomnia. I'm pretty afraid of the dark, but most of all, I'm terrified of my condition worsening. I've seen some god awful stuff, and the longest time an episode has gone on was just over 15 hours... If I have to go through something like that for even longer, I'm not sure if I could take it. I'm not used to creative thinking, however, and strategy games aren't my cup of tea."
"What role do you play in your games?"
"Usually healer, since no one wants to play them. If not healer, tank is also pretty common."
"What do you hope to gain by participating in my game?"
"I'm looking to just have some fun. My life is all work, and I want to try and cut loose a little bit. If I can help someone do a study while doing that, so be it."
A dull thunk, and Brents vision immediatly began to fade.