BEST KILL AWARD:
KILLER: S002: ALEX AVANESIAN [Applesintime], VICTIM: S055: CEDAR DALISAY [Cicada]
This review probably will not be as thorough as my first—I apologize to anyone interested in reading another essay. I am tired and lack the energy to pour my thoughts onto paper. Despite that, I think I've got a good deal to say about this thread,
: after story.
This story is the culmination of several threads of buildup on both ends. Alex's game has set him up as a killer since his first thread, and Cedar's group has been on track for disaster since they formed. In this death, both plotlines tie and burn, the fuses long lit.
This scene is notable because two deaths—with different killers and victims—occur during it. I'll state my reason for picking the one I did here because both are very good: I think Alex Avanesian deserves a lot of credit as an antagonist—my personal favorite of the version thus far.
This thread, in my opinion, is where he shines as a dangerous individual. It is clear that the character has learned from his previous failures, and here, he's much savvier—both in terms of his social game and tactical knowledge. At times, he oozes menace. He pulls one of my favorite tricks thus far in the scene.
Applesintime wrote: Wed Dec 28, 2022 1:23 pm
Either way, Alex was currently outnumbered, outgunned and would probably die if he started shit. But that gun was too much of a prize to just give up without a fight. Alex knew that he wasn't exactly a good shot, but people wouldn't be expecting a sniper. In all his time watching SOTF, from the old 2005 footage to the 2018 lot, he couldn't recall a sniper either. All you had to do was wait for someone to take a break, stay still, and pull the trigger.
"Hey, uh, Fitz. There's uh, there should be like, uhm, little numbers and stuff on the side of the rifle. For identification. Can, uh, can you hold it, uh, up to the camera? Just, uh, if someone can see the identification stuff they can maybe figure out where the rifle came from and get one step closer to tracking down the ATs." By the time anyone saw it everyone on this island would be dead. But it could help. And personally, he was curious about where it had come from. 176 models made ever. What collection had this come from, or did the ATs have a whole gunsmith making reproductions of rare weapons for them?
Applesintime wrote: Sun Jan 15, 2023 12:15 pm
"It's, uh, a rare sniper. They uh, they only made like a hundred and seventy-five of them, some-something like that. So, like, if people can see the serial number, they can maybe figure out where it came from." Alex only refrained from correcting Fitz on his stupid pronounciation of the
Walther's name because it didn't matter if he was going to end up dead in five minutes.
He'd talked a lot about planning. Not acting on impulse. But. Fitz never seemed like the kind of guy who used a gun, would know that popping the magazine out didn't automatically take every bullet out of the gun. And even just one kill could snowball you to a BKA and from there to victory.
Shoving the spear haphazardly into the duffel bag on his back, blade down, Alex lunged for the gun, ripping it away from its rightful owner and flipping it around. "You pulled the magazine out. One in the chamber, give me the mags or I will make you a closed casket." Alex quietly instructed Fitz, hoping he was smart enough to be quiet and not risk his life. There were three rounds the WA 2000 could be chambered in. Neither of them would leave a pretty body. His eyes flickered around, waiting for the inevitable outcry. Someone running at him. Something that'd get his name out there.
Applesintime wrote: Thu Jan 19, 2023 3:04 pm
Fitz hadn't been quiet. Or maybe the act of pointing a sniper rifle at one of your fellow students in a crowded room was bound to get you some attention. Alex reveled in it for a moment, being in the spotlight.
...
And then, he shifted the rifle towards Tully, perhaps a little too quickly, and pulled the trigger.
Bang.
Thanks, Fitz.
This reversal of fortunes—easily contrasted with his first thread, where he does something far less subtle—is a great shown of danger. Alex's writing can convincingly show Alex's two-faced nature as he straddles the line between ineffectual and fatal as a villain.
Of course, this plan fails: Tull catches on too quickly, and the gig is up. As a result, Alex ends up on the wrong foot and almost dies for it. I find stuff like this commendable on the part of their writers—people don't always want to take a lot of damage, especially so early, so it's cool to see.
Anyway, Alex, on the back foot, wriggles free from the jaws of death as a result of the (also very well-written) accidental execution of Tull at the hands of Fitz. Alex's writer, again, plays this keenly, as the next post after making a break for it is almost horroresque, evoking old slasher movies with their sudden cuts.
Applesintime wrote: Tue Jan 24, 2023 10:17 pm
A spear tore into Cedar’s stomach, twisted, and ripped upwards and out.
Some would mistake this for a low-effort post, but I'd disagree. As someone who, as I said in my last review, tends towards overt verbosity, I would argue that short posts can be just as evocative as long ones. One-liners are not always bad. This post is an example of that.
Of course, I have spent most of my time talking about Alex, but Cedar's writer does not pull their punches either. Everyone in the scene is going for the gold, pulling out their A-game. I will include some for your consideration.
Cicada wrote: Tue Jan 24, 2023 10:08 pm
The smoke continued to hang, thick like curtains over everything. Like a room not intended for human use, every bit of furniture sealed away, covered. A room for the dead and the dying. The occasional shadow jutted out at her, and she'd startle, but it'd be too boxy or square to be human.
The first shadow that was definitely a person, she immediately ran at.
Cicada wrote: Wed Jan 25, 2023 4:35 am
She was used to pain, of course. But not like this.
The only reason she didn't scream was because her ribs locked like a vise. Her body trying instinctively to hold onto the blood. It failed, and the scent of iron and bile painted the floor under her.
Cedar fell to a knee. She only didn't want her last words to be nothing at all. The way the smoke billowed around her, erasing all shapes but her own rapidly deflating one, even that simple request would probably be asking too much.
Cicada wrote: Fri Jan 27, 2023 12:07 am
It'd always been her. Her first friend in America, her first confidante when Cedar had said goodbye to her heritage, traded blood for chosen family. The first words, day in, day out, that Cedar would broadcast to the world. Tenshi's evening rants: something stupid, something fun, something for some fucking nerdy ass weebs. It was as immutable a law as those of nature- as every reaction, so too its equal and opposite. Tenshi couldn't be left with the last word. Cedar owed her her own last words- her last words ever.
That message, however, would go unanswered.
S055, Cedar Dalisay: Deceased
114 students remaining
BEST DEATH AWARD:
TULL TALBOTT [ItzToxie]
This was a really tough pick. I tend towards indecision, and when faced with a cluster of great pieces of writing, it was hard to choose my favorite. Ultimately, I hate to double-dip, but once more, credit to
: after story. In particular, my choice is Tull Talbott.
His writer, Toxie, has an established penchant for stealing the spotlight like a movie star—and I mean this in a good way. Every scene becomes a blockbuster, an action movie on release day. There is a certain bravado in every line, a confidence in the ability to evoke the same adrenaline as old cinema.
In addition, his handler shows a great understanding of how to write an intense, evocative, visceral fight scene. They exhibit a real sense of momentum and motion—it makes every fight seem like the high point of a slaughterhouse film.
Emotions are not in short supply, either—the scene is able to evoke a sort of primal rage and then effortlessly pivots to a denoument; it really sells the feeling of coming down from an overwhelming rush of adrenaline. Overall, it's a really great time.
It can be hard to express in words what I like so much about this death; it escapes description. Really, I think the best demonstration is to show you the writing itself. It stands on its own—a testament to the writer's ability to always go above and beyond.
ItzToxie wrote: Mon Jan 16, 2023 4:48 pm
Are we really doing this?
Already?
Looks like it.
“Well shiet; today’s the day!”
There was a click. Grasped inside Tully’s hand was a metal cylinder shaped object, it’s lever squeezed to his palm. In his other hand, twirling around his finger was the ring. He glanced at Dawn, she knew the trick by now and he’d hoped she wouldn’t give it away.
“Hey Alex! Check this out;”
Tully twirled the ring along his free finger. He wanted to look blasé, careless, like Brad Pitt in fight club or a Tarantino flick. In a way he was, he knew he wasn’t long for this world the moment he woke up, but he wanted Alex to see. He wanted him focused on Tully so Fitz could get behind him.
“It was nice while it lasted I guess, but if we’re starting this shit I’m just gonna let you know right now I’ll take this whole fuckin’ room with me before I let you walk outta here with that. We’re all gonna fuckin’ die anyways, sure, but you got me fucked up if you think your bitch ass is gonna be the one.”
He shrugged, pin dancing from finger to finger. Tully hoped this worked.
“Figure if you’re gonna shoot us all anyways I might as well skip the bullshit and take that pleasure from you too.”
ItzToxie wrote: Thu Jan 19, 2023 10:53 pm
Tully dropped the smoke grenade, it harmlessly rolling for about a second before the whoosh of purple haze poured out. His eyes turned to Alex. Smiling, smug little Alex. He thinks he's the one.
You enjoyed that? You like hurting people like that? Think it's fun? Think you're hard? Makes you feel big? Think you're gonna go home, and all you gotta do is kill the people you knew your whole life? Think it's easy?
I hope so. I really, really do.
Tully stepped forward, his face a serene smile. Even though the room was steadily becoming purple, all he could see was red.
ItzToxie wrote: Fri Jan 20, 2023 4:57 pm
Tully smiled. Alex smiled.
Tully smiled
wider.
He watched the little geek walk towards him, twirling his gun around like a bat, like he was going to hit him! Alex really believed it didn't he? He was the one? Alex swung for the fences, and Tully had taken the brunt with his wrist, before wrapping his arm around the butt of the gun, pinning it to his ribs. He yanked back, and the gun clattered to the ground behind him. Tully had seen Alex's face change then, he weren't smiling no more.
Tully was. He smiled even bigger. He reeled his fist back and caught Alex in the jaw. His head hadn't even felt the full whiplash of jerking back before his left arm shot forward and caught him right in the nose, sending him stumbling back into the desk behind him. By the time Alex tried to reorient himself, Tully grabbed him by the throat, and chokeslammed him backwards into the desk, sending his fist into his nose again. He'd let go of Alex's neck and swung into him, then swung into him again. This was different. Weren't like no boxing ring, or even a fight at school. This was fighting for your life, for the lives of the people around you.
Left, right, left, right, left, right-
Alex bled. Not as much as Tenshi though, he had a long way to go before he reached that.
Left, right, left, right, left-
No it wasn't- who was he kidding? This wasn't fighting for his life. This was a slaughter-
Right, left, right-
There was a high pitched shrieking noise- it was coming from Tully.
Left, right-
He weren't no better than Alex. This killing shit felt pretty good- Tully started cackling;
"ARE WE HAVIN' FUN YET?!"
Tully gripped Alex by the bloodstained collar of his shirt and yanked him up, throwing him across the room into one of the cabinets on the wall. He wondered what Alex was feeling right now? Before he thought he was alpha, right? Some sort of predator feeding on the prey around him. Something about a wolf dressed like a sheep? How'd he feel dealing with a real wolf?
... Whatever Alex was feeling before, Tully didn't want him feeling it now. He wanted him to realize just what he really was, he wanted him to know just how weak he really was, just how fucked he really was; just how much he fucked up.
Tully was grinning ear to ear as he battered Alex around. ... He wanted the last thing Alex to see was his face; to see what a real monster looked like. ...
...He'd fully lost his own ability to speak and became nothing more than a raving, howling, lunatic with one goal in mind.
Send Alex to hell screaming and crying.
ItzToxie wrote: Tue Jan 24, 2023 8:19 pm
When Tully heard what he'd had to say, he'd done a double take. "You..."
It was an accident.
"You dumb sumbitch..."
He spit more blood to the side. He was going blind again, so he fell on his back. Laughed despite the pain, if you could call it that because it didn't hurt all that much, least not as much as Tully expected getting his ribs blown out should.
"Shoulda..."
"Shoulda aimed a lil' bit to the right."
ItzToxie wrote: Tue Jan 24, 2023 9:14 pm
Tully thought about his friends again. This game would change them if they stick around. It would have changed him if he stuck around. That was the scary part, discovering something about yourself you wished you never see. He didn't want to think about the ways he'd end up hurting other people, even if some of them like Alex would've deserved it. He knew some of them wouldn't have; and in the end none of it would've been worth it.
At least going like this, he could pretend he was a good person in the end.
Tully Talbott- Eliminated