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A little depressing citizen quartet story as if you aren't sad enough already (also pls excuse my shitty writing)
"Three Sheep, One Wolf"
"The four of us are unexpectedly awesome, eh? I mean, it's not like we participate in games together, but we meet everyday, and so far, no one's died yet!" Ah, Kyuma, ever so optimistic. He couldn't exactly say the same for the other three, though.
One was an old man who often liked using the words "breathing" and "suffering" together in the same sentence, often implying the same meaning.
The other was some lawyer dude with glasses that talked about equality every possible conversation he gets into. (Okay fine, he doesn't, but he liked to add that in because he thought his boyfri- Uh, I mean, good friend had literally nothing interesting to write about).
And Mira was just... Mira.
Granted, she was fun to hang out with, but Kyuma couldn't help but find her a little creepy at times.
But make no mistake. He may have listed his friends as simply boring here, but he got along pretty well with them, and liked them a lot.
"Wow, even after becoming citizens, we still have to participate in games? Why tho?"
Their phones had just received a notification from an "unknown number": Congratulations on attaining citizenship! You are now all citizens of the Borderlands! However, let this be known that you still must participate in games like normal players would, and are not allowed to know the difficult or rules of the games beforehand, otherwise it just becomes boring! Well, have a lovely time, citizens of the Borderlands, it's GAME START! "
Shiirabi and Mira both scoffed a little. Kuzu showed no reaction. Well, how about that one over there? The one in the botanical garden. Looks fancy to me." The nudist pointed in the direction of the game arena.
"...ok" Kuzu responded monotonously. "Oh come on, gimme me more energ-woah, collars, terrible way to go, from ny experience," Kyuma was definitely a bit too optimistic for everyone else's likings. Their phones made the usual dinging sound whenever a game was about to start. "Difficulty, 7♡"
"The... 7♡?" The usually calm and collected Mira looked she might have even started to panic a little. Well, just a little, of course.
"Rules: One person will be the wolf and the three others will be the sheep. When a sleep kicks eye contact with a wolf, they will become the new wolf, and a sheep cannot become the wolf for the next three seconds. After 15 minute, the collars around all the sheep will explode. Hide well, little sheep, and have fun! It's GAME START!"
"A... single survivor game?" Kuzu exclaimed.
"!?!?" The old man in the cloak made a shocked face.
"Dingdingdingding...ding! Our first wolf today is... Ginji Kyuma!" The giant Game TV indicated on who the survivor role had been passed on to, accompanied with its iconic little "yay!".
"Wait wait wait, everyone don't panic, I know how we can all survive this, we have to use the tools they gave us to dismantle our collars," Mira (not as calmly as before, I'd like to add) announced to the gang of a possible no death solution to the horrid and gut-wrenching game they had gotten themselves into.
"Tools? There... aren't any." Kuzu gestured to the empty table that would have been otherwise displayed with plenty of interesting little killing "tools" to help the players tear into each other and spice the game up a little.
Actually, it wasn't completely empty. Two little collar dismantlers- designed specifically by Mira herself to dismantle collars safely without needing to use a screwdriver or gamer of some kind- were sitting on it, arranged in a neat little row.
But the strangest thing is that there were bombs attached to it. And no, they weren't the kind that would blow the entire place up- it looked more like it only had the firepower to blow up the collar dismantle itself.
"So if we use the collar dismantlers, it explodes? So only two people can have their collars dismantled, and with the wolf surviving, so..." The "ever so optimistic" one of the four was starting to turn out not so optimistic after all.
"This... is our retribution. It's our punishment for our sins, the people we killed and the people whose blood was at spilled in this place, it's... a taste of our own medicine"
Oh, Shiirabi really was the complete opposite of Kyuma.
A moment of silence followed as everyone silently mourned for the unnamed one among them destined to die.
"... So only one of us has to die this time, ... let me go. This will probably be the most equal death I can die, for everyone else, after all." Kuzu, voice cracking, was the first to pipe up after the *rather* long moment of silence.
"No, you're not dying. You're not going anywhere. I'll go. I've always wanted to die by a hearts game anyway ♡" Mira, tearing up a little, immediately spoke to take the position of the unnamed hero among them from Kuzu.
"...You two can stop fighting about who's going to die among you. I'll go. I've always seen birth as a curse and existence as a prison anyway, (and yes that was a good place reference) with death being the only salvation. So let me attain my salvation, please, and let me go peacefully." Shiirabi let out a loud sigh and spoke his profound and not really popular opinion on the value of life. He had been cleverly hiding his face from view then, as if to somehow mask the tears streaming down his face.
Kyuma, watching this all, suddenly wished he had a mask and some onions to chop. When the others came to ask him what was happening, he could just say he had been chopping onions.
Not that they would realise with the mask on, anyway.
Yes.
He could just put on the mask and everything would be fine.
They'd still be sitting in their comfortable citizen headquarters, with Kuzu trying to read and Mira constantly annoying him, and Shiirabi just rambling on about his "cultural beliefs", as he would like to call it.
Yes.
Everything was still alright.
It was just a dream.
It was just a dream.
It was all... just...a dream...
But he had to come back to reality eventually.
He couldn't keep the mask on forever.
His friends needed him.
"Alright, everyone, I'll be the one to go, okay? I wanna die with dignity, and dying for you guys..." He couldn't even finish his sentence properly without his throat turning traitor to his decision to hide everything he was feeling.
"... What a twisted game." Mira uttered under her breath. Everyone instinctively took a few steps back. Mira wasn't like someone to show emotions so easily.
She would always hide it with a smile.
A beautiful smile.
But the level of emotion Mira was showing was unlike something amt of the other citizens had seen. She was raging, like dynamite thrown into a roaring flame. Her eyes glared like razor-sharp daggers that threatened to kill anyone who even so much as thought of glancing at her when she was at this critical moment.
This moment of doom. A time to mourn.
It should have been a happy day for them all.
But now it was only going to be a happy day for the one who died.
Because the rest could never live with what they had done now.
"I'll kill you...I'll fucking kill you!!" She suddenly screamed at the top of her lungs.
Then she suddenly stopped in her tracks and just started to bawl her eyes out.
She realised now.
She was the one designated to design many such games like these games.
These "sick, twisted" games.
It really was "a taste of her own medicine"
The other citizens didn't know what to do. They had never seen Mira both so angered and so vulnerable at the same time ever before.
Kuzu had tried to comfort Mira a bit by patting her on the shoulder, but all it did was make her cry even more, which startled Kuzu and he didn't know what to do anymore.
Then he suddenly started to cry too, and then Shiirabi and Kyuma soon followed, and they all just hugged each other together.
Because the other citizens had realised it too.
Not that she was the creator of similar games as this.
But that who the one "destined to die" was didn't matter.
After all, the one "destined to die" physical body would have died, but mentally and spiritually they would have transcended beyond the stars.
But the three survivors would have been plunged into an eternal darkness not even Satan himself could get them out of.
They would have survived physically, but they would have lost all right to enjoy their lives or even just take their next breath.
And all because of three wolves and a sheep.
Phew, that was pretty long, but I got it down! Let me know if you enjoyed it and what you think! Oh, and since I'm still learning on different ways to improve my writing, if you have any comments or suggestions on how to improve it, do lemme know! 😀
btw this was inspired by @miraofhearts2point0 's post about the citizens playing the 7♡ and since I wanted to be sad and I'm also deprived of fanfic just about the citizens being a happy little family so I wrote this! It's terrible, but hey, at least I'm trying, right?
gods of chaos, by sexulayeti
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Pick a positive integer n. If it is even, divide it by 2. If it is odd, multiply by 3 and add 1. Then, repeat this operation with the result.
Is there any n such that if you repeat the operation above an infinite number of times, you will never reach the number 1?
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