Why do you assume I killed them? I haven’t killed anyone in this camp? I think I said that already?
Then what are you doing handling the dead?
Nobody else is willing to move them, and what am I supposed to do, leave rotting corpses and blood stains everywhere? That’s how you get plagues. Well…not really… But you get what I mean!
Where do they even come from?
People die relatively often, usually something to do with Anons actually, and they don’t usually come back to their original mangled bodies, but to a nice unbroken new one.
… Gross.
Yup. Imagine how much worse it would be if I didn’t move the bodies? All that rotting decomposing flesh everywhere?
it’s alright Carlos, really, it’s the anons, and partly my, fault
And mine. I… need to be alone for a while. Try not to get into trouble, Max. *he meant that last part as a joke, but his tone of voice wasn’t very into it.*
*he nods slightly, glancing away* robbing a bank’s not getting in trouble, right? *he said in a half joking tone*
*Carlos just sighs. He realizes it’s a joke, but… okay, he wasn’t feeling it at all* Yes, Max. It is. Unless you’re playing ‘house’ or something. I’m going to head to my camp. Um… come get me if you need me.
Why do you assume I killed them? I haven’t killed anyone in this camp? I think I said that already?
Then what are you doing handling the dead?
Nobody else is willing to move them, and what am I supposed to do, leave rotting corpses and blood stains everywhere? That’s how you get plagues. Well…not really… But you get what I mean!
Where do they even come from?
People die relatively often, usually something to do with Anons actually, and they don’t usually come back to their original mangled bodies, but to a nice unbroken new one.
it’s alright Carlos, really, it’s the anons, and partly my, fault
And mine. I… need to be alone for a while. Try not to get into trouble, Max. *he meant that last part as a joke, but his tone of voice wasn’t very into it.*
Why do you assume I killed them? I haven’t killed anyone in this camp? I think I said that already?
Then what are you doing handling the dead?
Nobody else is willing to move them, and what am I supposed to do, leave rotting corpses and blood stains everywhere? That’s how you get plagues. Well…not really… But you get what I mean!
*he sighs sadly and handed it over, it didn’t feel too heavy, it actually… it’s dripping*
*stares at the gun. Is starting to feel awkward and unhappy with himself.* Max… what is this?
*confused kid sound-* … it’s a gun ?
It’s wet… Max, is this a toy?
of course it’s a toy
….
I’ve been led to believe it was an actual gun.
yeah, because anons are assuming assholes that will running telling the minute they think someone is doing wrong even if they don’t know what the fuck is going on
Why… why didn’t you correct me? *his tone wasn’t accusing, just… kind of lost and disillusioned. Unhappy with himself.*
honestly? i don’t know.. maybe to see your reaction when you figured it out
*Was Max playing with him? Carlos didn’t know what he was feeling. Not good when you’re facing an impressionable ten-year-old. He offered the toy gun back without a word, still trying to figure out what to say.
*he smiles and takes the gun, checking the sight before pocketing the gun* what now?
I’m… going to go back to work. I’m… sorry, Max. *he really is. He is really unhappy with himself, though he didn’t know.*
*he sighs sadly and handed it over, it didn’t feel too heavy, it actually… it’s dripping*
*stares at the gun. Is starting to feel awkward and unhappy with himself.* Max… what is this?
*confused kid sound-* … it’s a gun ?
It’s wet… Max, is this a toy?
of course it’s a toy
….
I’ve been led to believe it was an actual gun.
yeah, because anons are assuming assholes that will running telling the minute they think someone is doing wrong even if they don’t know what the fuck is going on
Why… why didn’t you correct me? *his tone wasn’t accusing, just… kind of lost and disillusioned. Unhappy with himself.*
honestly? i don’t know.. maybe to see your reaction when you figured it out
*Was Max playing with him? Carlos didn’t know what he was feeling. Not good when you’re facing an impressionable ten-year-old. He offered the toy gun back without a word, still trying to figure out what to say.
*he sighs sadly and handed it over, it didn’t feel too heavy, it actually… it’s dripping*
*stares at the gun. Is starting to feel awkward and unhappy with himself.* Max… what is this?
*confused kid sound-* … it’s a gun ?
It’s wet… Max, is this a toy?
of course it’s a toy
….
I’ve been led to believe it was an actual gun.
yeah, because anons are assuming assholes that will running telling the minute they think someone is doing wrong even if they don’t know what the fuck is going on
Why… why didn’t you correct me? *his tone wasn’t accusing, just… kind of lost and disillusioned. Unhappy with himself.*
The Perfect Scientist 