Joined: October 27th, 2012, 1:53 pm

August 21st, 2016, 7:09 pm #1

Olivia sat in the corner of a cave, knees up to her chest, face hidden in those knees. On the corner across her, facing her back was a camera. She swiveled her neck to check if it was still aimed at her, and it was.

She really wished it would stop doing that.

She had been in this position since the start, ever since she woke up. She didn't mind the slippery, sharp rock she sat on, or the dripping, this constant indoor rain that had slowly but surely left her soaked. She didn't pay any attention to the waves as they inched their way closer and closer to her feet, or to her bones as they creaked and ached, begging for even the slightest bit of motion. No.

She hadn't gone through most of the motions yet. She hadn't started crying hysterically, or kicking rocks and chairs or punching sand. It wasn't a good look. Crying never looked good. No, what she had been doing, while she hid her face in her knees, was biting her nails, biting them raw despite the presence of nail paint. She hadn't minded the bitter, artificial taste of acrylic, because she needed something, anything to keep herself from screaming. And it worked. She was hyperventilating, yes, biting through keratin, panicking. But she wasn't crying. And no one could hear her, see her so vulnerable in this place, wherever she had woken up. She was sure of that. She was alone here. By herself. That was good enough for her. But now there wasn't anything left to bite. Any more and she'd be biting off her fingertips.

So, instead of hiding into herself, she risked another look, but not at the camera behind her. She raised her head a bit, and saw rock. A cave wall. That's all she was in really, some cave. This cave, it seemed so hidden from everything else. From this one glance, she could not see if there was any other land. That meant it was hidden from the game. Maybe if she just stayed here, face hidden, curled up in this corner, no one would find her. Again, she was alone. Oh god, she was alone. But that was good, really, great. Again, no one to see her vulnerable, to prey on her, to

she couldn't go there yet. She couldn't think about that yet. This was all she had to think about, all she had to know. She was alone.

Except no, one could never truly be alone in SOTF. It wasn't the case that no one could observe her. Everyone could, from thousands of miles away in front of some computer desk. The game had found her already, had her cornered. The world had, with this camera. It was just waiting for her to turn her back, to face the camera. It waited for her to face it, to face the world, to suffer, to struggle, to degrade herself, to weep, to cry, to suffer, to kill, and then, finally, to die.

And she wouldn't give them that.

And for this period of time, she found herself stuck in this weird mix of denial and acceptance. There was no denying that she was in SOTF, no denial of the fact that she had not waken up in her bed but in this cave by the ocean, no denying the memories of the auditorium, of no one following, of Mr Graham's dea- no, she couldn't go back there. It was enough to acknowledge that she was not in Kingman. But yet, she'd convinced herself that, if she simply never faced the camera, then the game wouldn't start, and she could be safe. Out of sight, out of mind.

This was idiocy.

Olivia prided herself on being smart. It was all she had. And the camera would continue to film her, whether she looked at it or not. If she tried convincing herself otherwise, she'd be depriving herself of the one asset she had.

And she couldn't really escape this island, even if she retreated into her cocoon.

But one could dream, right?

No, one couldn't dream.

She positioned her hands on top of the bag, the one the terrorists gave her, one hand gripping the zippers. And then she pulled that hand away from the zippers, and instead, wore the bag on her back, with the other bag she brought on her shoulder. One step at a time.

She exhaled, and inhaled loudly. She could do this. She could. Maybe staying alone would work for the first minute, the first hour, yeah. But the first day? The week? Alone, isolated, with no one to rely on, to lean on, like some second grader waiting for someone to eat with her yet no one would because

She definitely couldn't go back there. Olivia would not condemn herself to loneliness forever, no matter its safety. So, there was a plan, the point B to her point A. And she'd never get to point B if she stayed in this cave. Unless she let people find her. No, that's not how she wanted to get to point B. Too risky.

So, she began. She laid down her legs, revealed her face to the ocean, and took a long, hard look at the outside world. It was so big. Endless. She rubbed her collar, tried to itch some spot hidden deep inside. How small would this island be?

She'd find out. But for now, what she could do is this. She would stand up, put on her bags, and stop facing the wall. She would walk towards the ocean, towards the rest of the island.

And then she'd look directly at the camera.

And that's when her game would begin.


((Olivia Fischer continues in Until all our yesterdays are lighted fools...))
V6 Characters:
G062 - Olivia Fischer prayed a thousand prayers in Ye Not [37/107]
Previous Threads: S?gl?pur - Until all our yesterdays are lighted fools... - the way to dusty death - a concrete cave - I'd Say That I've Had Worse Days, but Then I'd Be Lying - Get Me Away From Here, I'm Dying - Until Then, You Are Free - Cast in the Name of God
Memories: Sometimes when we reach for the stars...
Weapon: Lobotomy pick.
[+] Spoiler
V5 Characters:
B045 - Juhan Levandi - An Estonian wanna-be journalist with a fear of the dark who wanted to bring them all down in Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien [18/152]
Weapon: Party Bag (contains a noisemaker, party hat, two single-serving bags of candy, and a Hotwheels car)
Pre-Game Threads: Wiping All Out - Quixotic
Previous V5 Threads: Despair - The Real Folk Blues - The two people in the distance were Paulo and Becca - Mischief Managed - Sleeper Cell - Tell No Tales - So, How Was Your Day? - And I'm Not Sleeping Now - Intermission - Glass - A Manic Depressive Named Laughing Boy
G067 - Carmina Maliksi - A Filipina car junkie with a /slight/ obsession with Korea and Japan who has finished things up (somewhat) in Red as Blood [139/152]
Weapon: Non-Functional Flamethrower (left in the Clubhouse)
Previous V5 Threads: Finding Center - Wish I Could Breathe - The Visionary
Memories: Offended?
B054 - Oscar Trig (adopted from Greg the Anti-Viking) - An artist who desperately needs a pencil, paper and a cigar and thought with his heart in Fumble [76/152]
Weapon: Binoculars
Pregame Threads: Taking it to the Streets
Previous V5 Threads: Waking Up at the Beginning of Time - Steadier Footing - Handoff
[+] Spoiler
Ruggahissy Me: *on my hands and knees picking up beads* Conner: I'M A BACK PACK *LATCHES ONTO MY BACK*

*** Gianni joined #sotf
22:28Maraoone hai gianni
22:28Gianni Hey Mara!
22:28Gianni Sup guys?
22:28Maraoone Not much. About to get off soon
22:29RuffDesperado gross
22:29RuffDesperado tmi
22:29Maraoone ?
22:29Gianni LOL
22:29Muu LOL AW
22:29Maraoone NOT LIKE THAT

12:18DuckyBWe're like Urban Dictionary, except we only turn incredibly classy things into deeply disturbed sexual deviancy.

10:09Dom"excuse me I would like to order a giant dildo to beat someone around the head with"

11:46NaftBacon, pick up your breasts. They keep hitting the floor.

07:52MoonlightDriveat least
07:52MoonlightDriveyou didn't get RIC FLAIR'S TURGID OLD-MAN COCK
07:52MoonlightDrivefor your forfeit name

09:31Gianniwell, the Mississippi is the Democratic Republic of the Congo to Alabama's Republic of the Congo

09:40ShangelaDemonic slumber parties always have cute plastic slides.

12:38ChainmailleAddictI am so square that I have 89 degree angles.

19:14DeamonThis is way more semen talk than I expected at 11:15am
19:14Mumuit's 6am here
19:14Mumusemen for breakfast yall

20:47KalopsiaBioshock Infinite can jam a fork in its metaphorical urethra

11:37WesIn some ways, the sex undies were part of all of us, all along.

11:08Naft"The carbon-coated steel flayed a little due to the erosion from the lubricant, but Gavin paid it no heed."

21:43*** Medic joined #sotf

18:23MaraooneDeath by dildo. That would be fun to put on the wiki.
18:23OhmWhich I don't regret giving to Vahka
18:24MedicI mean didn't someone trip on a vibrator and drown in v4?
18:24--- Namira is back
18:24Namiradat context
18:24NamiraI MEAN

Loretta - Today at 8:21 AM
i wa nt to eat necroplush dick now

Zee - Today at 5:00 AM
roasts Aloha
Aloha - Today at 5:00 AM
winces at heat
Kyoko Sakura-chan - Today at 5:01 AM
Wait, that's not how you roast Aloha
Here's how:
Espi - Today at 5:01 AM
saves Aloha with a bucket of cold water
Kyoko Sakura-chan - Today at 5:01 AM
In Hawaiian, Aloha means "Hello" and "Goodbye," the latter of which is appropriate considering how fast his V6 cast died

Pancapples - Yesterday at 12:38 PM
What is the record for shortest time spent between orgasm and death?
Ekanselttar - Yesterday at 12:41 PM
🕷man's control - Yesterday at 12:41 PM
I dunno but there was this guy who masturbated 42 times in a row before he died of dehydration
Pancapples - Yesterday at 12:41 PM
In-game, I mean.
🕷man's control - Yesterday at 12:41 PM

jimmydalad - Today at 1:42 AM
Also, how much protein and stuff is in human meat?

Professor Fether - Today at 12:46 PM
Also now you've gotta do me.
Zee - Today at 12:46 PM
oh bby
The Homeless Beard(e) - Today at 12:46 PM
I do you, you do me.
Tell me when you get here how serious we're being.
Cause I will go in.

Ruggahissy - Today at 1:30 PM
I dont know if v6 had an all beige girl or boy
Aura? - Today at 1:30 PM
The streak is broken?
Ekanselttar - Today at 1:31 PM
if you streaked would that count as all beige? :eyes:
Ruggahissy - Today at 1:31 PM

Vole dog yo bro - Today at 10:24 AM
to be fair
rolle don top - Today at 10:24 AM
looks cross
Vole dog yo bro - Today at 10:24 AM
i thought a fleshlight was like
rolle don top - Today at 10:24 AM
I'm innocent
not pure
Vole dog yo bro - Today at 10:24 AM
a sexy flashlight up until now
Lolo - Today at 10:24 AM
rolle don top - Today at 10:24 AM
ok Yugi is more pure than me
I at least knew it was a sex toy
Zee - Today at 10:24 AM
how would you make a flashlight sexy, I'm curious
Vole dog yo bro - Today at 10:24 AM
well like
a flashlight you would use in sexual intercourse
Lolo - Today at 10:25 AM
Vole dog yo bro - Today at 10:25 AM
shine a light up the butthole I guess
[+] Spoiler
Character Pimping Pledge (stolen off Kami)

For v5v6, I have come to a decision. To help lessen character pimping, I have vowed not to talk about my characters, any characters closely related to mine, or any threads I've been involved in, in any of the following places:

- Chat
- General Discussion thread
- TV Tropes
- Random Thoughts
- Anything else I missed

I am not allowing myself to talk about anything relating to my characters or scenes I'm in unless they are brought up in conversation by another handler. I am not allowed to use my characters' names OOC or mention anything relating to that character until another handler mentions them. This is not currently in effect for pre-game; these self-imposed rules do not apply until v5v6 starts. However, they will be in effect the second v5v6 is announced. When one of my characters die, escape, or are otherwise removed from the game, these rules are lifted for that character, and I am free to talk about that character as much as I want. However, the others will have to wait until they too are out of the game.

Private Thread Pledge (Stolen from Toben)
Let's show that private threads aren't necessary! I pledge not to start any private threads (EDIT: EXCEPT FOR THIS ONE THREAD IM SORRY) on island in V5v6. If I started a thread, you are welcome to join it.
"Mara was a mistake." - Cicada, 2017