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Parcher gazed lazily at nowhere in particular as he woke, unaware of the shift of location from where he last remembered. In fact, he couldn't remember much anyways. Not that it mattered. Memories are pointless. Or something.

He was right about to go back to sleep if it were not for the lights flickering out from above him. Before he had the chance to respond, a screen appeared and proceeded to deliver a montage of pictures of people, including himself, followed by text.

As Parcher followed the text, his thoughts immediately cringed in resentment. He didn't even notice the door opening.

Children? Deserve to be taught a lesson? Just how self-righteous and patronizing can this guy be??

But as always, there's many sides to every argument, even in only in one person's head.

Maybe it's just a game. Aren't I lucky to be chosen?
But the premises is just ...
Let it go, the premises doesn't matter.
Well, it can matter, but it doesn't have to. Yeah. Don't judge a book by its author.
Well you can of course, I mean
I mean ...

A girl passing by snapped him out of his reverie, followed by a young man. Somebody has to know what the fuck is going on! he heard him shout. It just dawned upon Parcher that they were probably trapped here, potentially forever, unless they behaved like good little sheeple. Or something.

He chuckled.

"Might as well make the most of it, shall we?" Parcher muttered to himself, making his way to the recreation room. He felt like creating something ...