Nineteen: In Which Klaus Comes Back In the Midst of Turmoil... Like Always

[myblimpisbigger]

[Hey, Mayfield! Guess who's no longer droned? This guy! Now, can you guess who is not at all pleased about suddenly having lost all of his hard-won regains? This guy again! And finally, can you guess who's looking at a certain letter while eating his morning waffles, and debating what the hell he should do about it? 

If you guessed half the people in Mayfield, you're probably right. But for the purposes of this post, it's this guy. One one side of his plate sits the letter, which he's read at least five times by now. On the other side sits the photo of Gilgamesh that came with it. He'll be here all morning, contemplating. Family, feel free to notice that the man of the house is no longer a drone!

And later on, he'll be making a phone call.]

Does anyone here actually believe for a moment that the person who wins this ridiculous competition will actually receive the prize offered, without a catch? 

Comments

[sturmbahnfurher.livejournal.com]

I must admit, I await it with great anticipation. Then again, I always await such trials as this.

Many will break down. A few might actually manage to get through it. Even fewer will take pleasure from it.

[myblimpisbigger.livejournal.com]

I assume you will be in the latter group?

[He hasn't really interacted with the Major much, but... hell, it's not like the Major isn't glaringly obvious about his love of all things WAR~]

[sturmbahnfurher.livejournal.com]

Quite right.

[He's pleased that apparently more people know about him then he thought. Hopefully, that means he might eventually find more people like him. Though, clearly, you wouldn't be included among them, Klaus.]

What will you do during this little trial?

[myblimpisbigger.livejournal.com]

I... have not yet decided. I doubt I will get much pleasure from either possible course of action. At the moment, I am considering playing along merely to prove that this psychological blackmail will have little effect on me. The town wants to break us by making us question our own morality and by, I assume, inducing a breakdown in self-trust and interpersonal relations.

I have never been one for morality, nor have I ever been one for friends. Mayfield needs to learn that a blanket approach will do little good. Their experiments have all been juvenile in construction at best. If I am to be an unwilling test subject, then I may as well be in a superior testing environment.