SHOULD I DIE? YOUR OWN DEATH IS THE BEST GIFT FOR YOUR FRIENDS
[Hm. The trophy case seems to be mostly football oriented, but there are achievements for other sports and activities in there. Damian won't be able to read any specific names, but the years are still visible. The latest trophy seems to be dated to 1989, with the majority being older than that.
It's cute that Dick thinks he can leave the lobby, though. As soon as he moves for the lockers, he will hit an invisible wall keeping him from entering the hallway. Not only that, but for all his acrobatic skills and dexterity, the bounceback causes him to fall flat on his ass. Oops? The reaction is immediate, however. The moment Dick's butt makes contact with the floor, thousands of black, beady eyes appear on the walls. They all shift to stare at him, unblinking, before the walls distort and mouths appear on the wall for every set of eyes. And then—]
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
[—like something out of a horror movie, shadowy figures begin to crawl out of the walls, their bodies covered in eyes and mouths as they all point and laugh at Dick. Some of them boo. Some of them whisper and giggle to each other. Some of them even call him names, chanting: FREAK, SLUT, MURDERER, MURDERER, MURDERER. The group will find themselves surrounded by the figures in a matter of seconds, all avenues of escape blocked off by them.
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100 REASONS YOU DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE!
[And:]
SHOULD I DIE? YOUR OWN DEATH IS THE BEST GIFT FOR YOUR FRIENDS
[Hm. The trophy case seems to be mostly football oriented, but there are achievements for other sports and activities in there. Damian won't be able to read any specific names, but the years are still visible. The latest trophy seems to be dated to 1989, with the majority being older than that.
It's cute that Dick thinks he can leave the lobby, though. As soon as he moves for the lockers, he will hit an invisible wall keeping him from entering the hallway. Not only that, but for all his acrobatic skills and dexterity, the bounceback causes him to fall flat on his ass. Oops? The reaction is immediate, however. The moment Dick's butt makes contact with the floor, thousands of black, beady eyes appear on the walls. They all shift to stare at him, unblinking, before the walls distort and mouths appear on the wall for every set of eyes. And then—]
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
[—like something out of a horror movie, shadowy figures begin to crawl out of the walls, their bodies covered in eyes and mouths as they all point and laugh at Dick. Some of them boo. Some of them whisper and giggle to each other. Some of them even call him names, chanting: FREAK, SLUT, MURDERER, MURDERER, MURDERER. The group will find themselves surrounded by the figures in a matter of seconds, all avenues of escape blocked off by them.
What now?]