>+1 FLESH!>UNSTABLE TRIGGERS! [UNSTABLE RESOLVE] Your hands grip violently onto the table between you and the Admiral. You feel like your teeth are about to shatter from how wide and forced your smile is. "You're not killing me this easily, Admiral. You will have to try harder to rip my heart out and to eat the venison off my bones."
The Admiral flashes his own toothy, forced smile. <span class="mu-s">"So be it. Perhaps the chef will be able to turn you into something fitting of my refined palate. Now. Let's start."</span>
Seems like you're playing white this time. He's mocking you. Giving you the first move.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W7y-4aUF3k4 - LET ME TAKE THE WHEEL, NICOLE.
[UNSTABLE] Something in your mind snaps in half. You swear, in the far distance, you hear a warning klaxon.
[UNSTABLE] The sound of a P-Company A-Energy detector having a complete mental breakdown. An electric crackling that floods the blue fog filled air.
[UNSTABLE] You smile. Excellent. The others seem to notice it as well.
"W-what the fuck is that sound?" Adam quickly hides behind Benedict.
"I. DON'T KNOW." Benedict mutters, trying his best to protect Benedict with his body. "IT. SOUNDS FAMILIAR. IN A DIFFERENT TIME. IN A DIFFERENT PLACE. IN MY FUTURE, I RECOGNIZE THAT SOUND."
Ashley and Lex can only watch on to what's going on in silent, dreading horror.
You hold out a bottle of whiskey towards the Admiral. He takes it from your hands and, in one swift gulp, empties the whole thing down his gullet. Stupid motherfucker. Your smile widens. He didn't notice you poisoned it.
>-5 CYANIDE PILLS, -1 WHISKEYThe game starts. Both of you are moving your pieces on pure, guttural instinct. You're not even bothering to look at the board. You know your body and mind can do it without you consciously processing it. White Pawn to E4. Black Pawn to C5. White Knight to F3. Black Pawn to D6. White Bishop to B5. Already in check.
He moves a bishop to block. You capture his Bishop. He captures your Bishop not soon after. You're sent reeling from the punch aimed squarely to your face. Blood dribbles out of your mouth. You damn near bit your tongue off from that. Meanwhile, a nasty bruise forms on his own face.
More pieces fly between you. Neither of you are really playing chess anymore. You're only using the rules of it to hurt the other player. Chess boxing but combined into one game anomalously enforced by the will of the Admiral.
[UNSTABLE] ONLY THE KING PIECE MATTERS. ALL OTHERS ARE WORTHLESS.
The game bends to the mutual malice the two of you shares. Every lost pawn opens another wound. Every lost bishop and knight cracks another bone. Every lost rook felt like an organ was forcefully ripped out of your body. The only sound you hear is blood rushing through your ears and screaming. So much screaming.
[UNSTABLE] YOUR ALLIES ARE CAUGHT IN THE CROSSFIRE. SO BE IT.
[UNSTABLE RESOLVE] A MISSION OVERSEEN BY US, NO MATTER THE CONDITIONS, MUST BE COMPLETED.
