A college student of about twenty-two or so was lying on the ground staring at the clean, white roof. He had blond hair, which needed to be died again because the original black hair was beginning to show. He had dark blue eyes and was average height and weight. He wore black and blue shoes, black, baggy jeans, with a black shirt with blue many blue skulls scattered across it. His black hoodie and RE5 messenger back, which he always had with/on him, were missing. He lifted his right hand to his face in order to examine the rings around his fingers. They were deep ebony. It was as if you were staring into eternal darkness. He let his hand fall to the floor and sighed. He showed no signs of moving from the spot.
"Could you please continue to the next room? I would like to continue." ordered the voice from the intercom.
"Why? You are going to kill me anyways."
"Only if you do not do as I ask or fail to complete a task I give you."
With a sigh, the man reluctantly got up and slowly moved to the door. He opened and entered it. As it automatically closed behind him, he looked around at the room. Only a tinted window and an intercom in the upper-left of the room were visible.
"It is really annoying that I have to ask you to continue Mr. Cnix Blank. You are the sec…Ah! I did it again. I really need to stop thinking out loud. Sorry for my slight deviation. Your life has not been too pleasant has it Mr. Blank? A druggy for a mother, who happened to leave you and your family when you were five, a vicarious father who favors your bother and has him live the life he wanted, a step-mother who seems to hate you, an older sister who thinks she is the center of the universe, and younger brother who seems to be everything that you are not. You found two friends in high school and left your father's house as soon as you could. You are now a second year student at Yale. Your natural eye color is brown, but for some reason you wear contacts that are dark blue. Natural eye and hair color are always the best. I do not know why people constantly wish to change it. You do not really have much of a social life, which I do not understand why; you would be quite the lady killer."
"Why are you doing all this?" asked Cnix.
"Ah yes. I got caught up in reading your profile. I apologize for my absentmindedness. It is just that I have d…*sigh* Again, saying things I do not need to say yet. Getting back to why you are here, we need to start your game. I need you to answer this riddle."
Billy's mom had a quarter, a nickel, and a dime. Her first kid is named quarter, her second kid is named nickel, what is the name of her third kid?
"And like I said when I introduced myself, this game would be no fun if there was only one player. So, to make it more exciting, I found someone for you to play with. Look at the window please."
A woman with short, straight, black hair is lying on the floor. She covers her eyes when the lights turn on. There is a visible birth mark on her right wrist that is in the shape of a perfect circle. A look of shock spread across Cnix's face.
"Where in the world did find you get my mom!!??" Cnix shouted. " And why is she here?"
"She was in New York City. I admit, she was a hard person to find, but everyone leaves a trace. For the reason she is here, it is to play the game with you of course."
"She shouldn't be invol…" started Cnix.
"I hate to interrupt, but I need your answer. I am a little behind my schedule. Your answer please."
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A kid of about eighteen was calmly sitting against the wall. He looked as if he was in deep thinking. He wore white sneakers with "Death" written, in black, on both sides, black jeans with many tears in them, a white shirt with a black grim reaper printed on it, and a black, studded leather jacket. It was the appearance of someone very shady and someone you do not want to get involved with, unless there was a certain substance that you wanted to get a hold of. He had brown eyes with spiky black hair. He looked at the rings on his fingers. They were awing gold. He smirked at the irony of them being his favorite color. He then picked himself off the ground and started towards the door. He stood about six feet tall and looked around one-hundred ninety pounds, and from the tightness of his shirt, he looked greatly ripped as well. He opened the door and continued to the next room. He examined the room as the door automatically shut behind him. There was a tinted window to the right and a intercom in the upper-left corner of the room.
"Hmmmmm. Mr. Javier Gonzaga. You are quite the criminal. You dropped out of school in Jr. High after your parents died, and started selling drugs in order to earn money, which introduced your sister to Cocaine and getting addicted to it, and then it only goes downhill from there. You have murdered many people, only use people in order to get what you need, live in a rundown apartment, and use any means necessary to get what you want. You really do not care about anyone but yourself. It is going to be interesting seeing your progression."
"Are we going to start this game or what?" said Javier as he absentmindedly dusted off his jacket. "You have put me behind my schedule. I need to go make the money you lost me."
"Hahahaha! I think I am going to enjoy playing with you Mr. Gonzaga. As you wish, I will present your riddle to you, but I shall make it quite hard since you interrupted me and wish to proceed so fast."
You die and find yourself in an all white room. In this room there are two closed doors. One door leads you to heaven and the other to hell. There are two spirits in the room with you, one can never lie and the other can never tell the truth. You need to find the door which leads you to heaven. The rules are you are only allowed to ask one question which both spirits will answer. Then you must walk through a door. What question will you ask?
"This game seems pretty boring to me." said Javier sarcastically.
"That is because you are alone right now and why I took the liberty to get to know you and your life style. Now, if you would take a look at the window." A man of about twenty-five jumped and covered his eyes from the sudden exposure to light. As soon as Javier saw the man he smiled.
"You think this is going to faze me?" asked Javier. "Just because he is my best friend, does not mean it is going to psyche me out or anything."
"And that is why I am going to like you Mr. Gonzaga. Playing for you and not worrying about anyone else. The question now is whether or not you want to lose a finger, which I am going to guess is a no. Now if you would, your answer."
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A man of around twenty-five was standing and wiping off his business suit. It was a typical everyday businessman suit. Black jacket, slacks, and dress shoes with a white under shirt and a black tie. He had blond hair that was slicked back and wend to the nape of his neck and had elegant blue eyes. He was of average build, height, and weight. The man picked looked at his hand to see majestic white rings.
"A color for magnificence." said the man to himself. He smiled to himself and walked to the door and opened it. When he entered, he examined the room. It was almost an exact replica of the last room except for the tinted window to the left and an intercom in the upper-left corner of the room.
"What bland rooms this person has." said the man to no one.
"I apologize for not having it to your liking, but I like to present my players with a clean beginning Mr. Greg Ruff. You seem to be a man of high tastes. You go around the world and critique food from a variety of sources and write articles about them for the New York Times. Ever since you were little you have been critiquing food, giving more bad reviews than good ones. Your family is rather large and with your snobby and pompous attitude you have not gained many friends, but the ones that are your friends, are rather loyal and trustworthy. Savannah Tomas seems to be the…"
"What do you want with me?" interrupted Greg.
"Please do not interrupt me while I am talking. As I was saying, Savannah Tomas seems to be the woman that you have a crush on and ironically, your favorite food and drink are "Cup of Noodles" and water. You have also gathered quite the bit of enemies with your career. You want to be the most renowned critic and own a five star restaurant. And to answer your previous question, all I want is to play a game with you."
"And what game would that be?" asked Greg.
"Well, it is more of a collection of… Oh! Almost let something slip again. Right now you are to answer this little riddle."
A woman from a city marries 10 guys. She's not breaking any laws, how is this possible?
"And to add a little to the flavor to the situation, I have added another participant. Look into the window please."
When the light turns on, a slightly chunky, man with blond, curly hair, also wearing a suit, can be seen defending his eyes for the shower of light he just received. Greg did not even flinch at the sight of his friend, just stared blankly into the window.
"I will assume that he will die if I answer incorrectly?"
"Quite right, well, that and you will lose a finger. Very perceptive of you Mr. Ruff. Now, if you would so kindly give me your answer."
Greg looked as if he was debating whether or not he should answer correctly or not.
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