“Beautiful Ones.”

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT CONDONE THE ACTIONS TAKEN IN THE FOLLOWING SCENARIO, IT’S INTENTIONALITY EDGY IN ORDER TO CONVEY A MESSAGE. I HAVE A POINT TO MAKE, BUT I AM NOT GOOD AT ARTICULATING SAID POINT, SO THE RESULT MAY JUST BE A RAMPANT EDGE-LORD SPREE, LIKE THAT CRAPSHOW “HATRED”. MILEAGE MAY VARY. PLEASE ENJOY “High on diesel and gasoline, Psycho for drum machine, Shaking their bits to the hits, oh. Drag acts, drug acts, suicides: In your Dads’ suits, you hide Staining his name, again. Cracked up, stacked up, twenty two, Psycho for Sex and Glue. Lost it to Bostick, yeah. Shaved head, rave heads, on the pill, Got too much time to kill. Get into and bands, and gangs. Oh here they come, The Beautiful Ones The Beautiful Ones, La la la la…” You wake up to find yourself in a peculiar game. Injure, maim, brutalise, be the worst you can be. After all, your hometown is at stake. Once again, I didn’t have a picture for this one. Please enjoy a screenshot of the Test scene from The Parallax View. Fun fact: Jim Jones actually let the people of Jones Town watch Parallax View, which is kind of ironic. FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS WELCOME. I’m going on holiday for a while so I shan’t be around for a week or so. I just wanted to get this out before I pissed off. I will be updating it, because it probably needs polishing. (Bonus game for anyone who cares, of your seven fellow contestants, six of them are based on people I personally know, first one to guess correctly which one isn’t based on a real person (and explain their guess) wins 100 scales.) -Not Important