User:A Helpful Little Gnome/School2CS1Notepad2

Ingame

Beyond a classroom You are the Stranger. You have 32 Hit Points and 1 Experience Point. You have ? Action Points remaining. Buy skills Contacts Settings Log out News FAQ Wiki Donate You are inside a classroom of Pridmore Way School, a middle school. Wooden panels have been fitted into window frames, made to block interior light and movement. Mattresses, cushions, blankets, and dirty fabrics function as sleeping arrangements, sometimes hidden beneath covered tables. Names have been written across the whiteboard, resembling a guestbook. Somebody has spraypainted it's loud onto a wall, near the ceiling. You read the second part. For the second time I came to Pridmore. It felt nothing like the first. There was no winter and it was night. A diffused light was across the windows, which made everything noticeable. I approached one of the dark windows and tapped on the glass. I opened the door, pushed the barricade. I stared down the black hall to see a thinness of light. I went there. I thought about how this second time was different, how no one was yet seen, not a person at the door nor a note and palm pressed to the window. I felt for some reason dejected by this absence. No one held hand my through a slot. Before me was the door with the light underneath. I thought I had been quiet and thought I could stand there a while, guessing of who was inside. But I opened the door. Four people were inside, around a lamp, sitting, talking, being pensive––then, looking to me, talking to me. I tried to recognize someone. There was this woman who could be the same one from years ago. I sat down next to her, stared at her face. She could be anyone. They were talking about death. It didn't have the theme of fear. An argument or reasoning had been going around. The women next to me proposed it to me. "There is an either-or at the end of life," she said. "Either death is something or death is nothing." I said alright. The other three listened. "When we look at our own death, the either-or matters. When observers look at another's death, the result is the same: the body has stopped moving." I said alright. "You are about to die. If death is something, then something occurs. If death is nothing, then nothing occurs. How can anyone say that nothing occurs? Nothing is not a happening; it is a no-thing. If I die and death is nothing, it must only be that I never died at all. I can never experience such a thing as no-such a thing." I told her that it's the same idea as before life, not a thing that happens. Or it's like a dreamless sleep. She said yes. "The only thing that may happen in death is something. If death, if being dead exists, then death is something. If death is nothing, then death never happens, and we are always alive, as far as consciousness can tell." I notice there is only a certain way of look at this in order for it to make any sense. I asked her, not with seriousness, if she wanted to kill herself. She said there would be pain, a lot if she was sloppy. But then, what? "Would time freeze in that last moment of dying?" I could see she was unsure. The woman would struggle with the concept of nothing all she wanted and come to no conclusion. "What is there in nothing? I would move along instantly to the next something, and there could be no in-between. If at the point of death there's nothing, the point hasn't been reached, because nothing is there to reach. Existence is invincible." It felt at the time to be a ridiculous conversation to have. It seems impossible for death to remove the qualities of life––and as best as I can think, leaving the consciousness alone to continue to another something, or for nothing to happen at all. You finish reading. You wonder what would happen if you died. You wonder if you can die. You wonder if you have died, many times, but could not remember it, since it never happened. You put the notepad back in the box. Possible actions: Read the whiteboard Leave the classroom Inventory: You carry a knife; a journal and a notebook; a bloodied radio and a flare gun. You have a shotgun (2), a pistol (12) and three spare magazines inside your vest pouches. You are wearing a tactical vest, blue jeans, a white T-shirt and a pair of shoes.

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