Here's the situation. You're tied up. Laying on the ground in front of me in the middle of a desert. You're naked. You have no weapons. There is no way you can do anything other than talk. You are mortal.
I have a gun. It is pointed at your head.
I am going to kill you.
Unless you can convince me otherwise.
Plead for your life.
Give me a sob story.
Lie.
Bribe me.
If I believe you, and if I feel you're worthy of breathing my air, I may let you go.
If not, I kill you.
And you go into the pile. surprised ints to pile of dead bodies::
So. Why should you live?
Assume I don't know you.
Keep this in mind: I don't want sex. I don't need money anymore. And I am not afraid of your threats. If you threaten me, I will kill you.
You can make more than one attempt.
 Demmini · Mon Jun 11, 2007 @ 02:26am · 1 Comments |
