aphanon_meme | part 359 survival horror tropes

part 359 survival horror tropes

Hello again meme! Can you believe all these new updates? I love it! I hope we see more historical stuff, though ~~and not just emperors~~. Also more of that Denmark, whatta guy.

Enjoy part 359!

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Ah, no. They gave me a bulletproof vest for a weapon, not a manual.

[Of course. When someone does kill him, rest assured he'll lecture them that they're not killing him properly]

[....]

[.........]

[.........ugly laugh-snort. dude.]

So, yer not playin', huh?

No. I'm trying to make a raft with Italy and the other America so we can escape. [Even though he hasn't actually met or discussed things with her yet. It's his running strategy]

...I doubt it's going to be that easy, though.

Can't they jus' set yer collar off if they catch ya?

[not to discourage him, but he doesn't want his pals dying a gruesome, preventable death!]

[Carefully runs his finger over the seam of his collar]

It's hard to tell, I can't inspect my collar if it's in a place like this. From a first glance, it looks like they can remotely detonate it whenever they want.

[cranes his neck to see]

[doesn't get a whole lot out of his survey. the collar's pretty simple-looking on the outside, which probably means it's pretty high-tech on the inside.]

[reaches out to feel for any buttons or mini-antennae on the...beepy-lighty part. thing.]

[PANICS. This is like when the Italies threw away the pin and kept the grenade all over again]

[Tries to grab Denmark's wrist and pull his hand away]

What are you doing?! Stop that! Stop that right now!! It might have touch-sensitive sensors that'll trigger an explosion!

[OOPS]

[stops]

Jus' thought I'd have a look at it...

[y'know, since Germany was saying he couldn't tell from looking himself...]

...can't really see nothin', tho'! 's got fancy bluetooth technology! Or summat!

[That actually sounds like a good idea. Minus the part where Denmark touches the collar]

Ah, even if it has, it has to be made up of components. Look closer, see if you can find a panel or the head of a screw somewhere. It can be any size, so inspect it thoroughly!

More importantly, don't touch it!!

[With that, he tilts his head back, staring at the clouds and giving Denmark a decent view of his collar. And tentatively lets go of Denmark's hand, trusting that he's not about to touch any screws or buttons he may find]

Edited 2015-02-08 18:37 (UTC)

[well, he needs to get a look at it somehow, so Germany's neck is going to take a little poking and prodding while he gets a better vantage point]

[tries to get a look at the back of it]

[but it's not like he sees any screws or buttons-- the plastic mounting seems to be covering access to the bomb mechanism]

's all plastic back here, Cap! Don't see a way in that don't involve goin' in through th'back!

[gives it another look from the bottom end of the collar for good measure]

[Sighs in dejection]

They've really thought this battle through, haven't they?

[If he weren't at risk of losing his friends and one of his nation lives, he might be able to respect their ability to plan and engineer this entire battle]

Then that leaves us two options. Try to escape.

...Or play the game.

[At this point, he can't deny he's considering it in the back of his mid. If there's truly no other option...]

[scoots around back to see if there's anything else over there]

[tries to guide Germany's head forward with his fingertips]

Head down a mite?

[peeeeeeeeers]

's an awful lotta trouble ta go ta fer shits an' giggles, I'll give 'em that.

[...and he doesn't like where Germany's train of thought is headed, so...time to offer up his.]

There's gotta be folks in charge, tho', right? If we can get t'where they're workin' from we might have ourselves a shot at takin' this whole operation down.

[escaping included, naturally. they've come back fine every other time, but that just means they're running out of excuses not to take the Game back into their own hands]

[you'd think they'd figure something out by the 4th game!]

Edited 2015-02-08 21:24 (UTC)

[Obediently lets Denmark guide his head around, like he does when he's getting a haircut]

Do you see anything other than the plastic cover?

[When Denmark talks about his own train of thought, he immediately whirls around, facing him, his expression incredulous]

Attacking the people in charge?!

[Asking that of Germany is almost like asking a robot to violate the three laws of robotics]

[Temporarily freezes up as the little workers in his head try to sort that concept]

[But since Germany is not actually a robot, he doesn't crash just from entertaining that thought]

How on earth are we supposed to do that? As soon as we try anything, they'll surely detonate our collars.

[...he hadn't thought of that]

Yeah. A buckle fer sizin'.

[~~or rather, for whoever put them on to do the sizing~~. adjustable, for their comfort. and if that ain't a laugh and a half.]

[carefully tries to see the backing anyway]

Reckon we gotta pull a coupla things inta place 'fore we confront 'em proper, then?

[the nitty-gritty detaily things were never his strength. fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-]

Edited 2015-02-08 22:39 (UTC)

[Tenses up a little. Because if Denmark screws up or reflexively reaches out to touch the collar, he could very well die]

[Nods once]

It's foolish to confront them without a plan. We'd have to come up with a strategy first.

[pats his back]

[nothin' doin', pal, no easy outs on this one]

Be nice if all we had ta do was go in an' knock a bitta sense inta 'em.

[settles back down on the hay bale]

[now what?]

Life is usually not that easy. Or nice.

[Germany picks up his pitchfork, moving towards the door. He's ready to leave the barn behind and look for his friends]

I'll look for America. The binoculars they gave her will be useful.

If we want to fight back, we'll have to start by observing the enemy. [Which will probably be as long and boring as one of Germany's speeches at a World Meeting]

[that's......a really good point]

[wait]

So you'll help?

[gets ready to dust his ass off ~~lies, he's going to conk back out until Sweden finds him and then go fight da powa~~]

[glee!]

[Trust him, he should know. He lives in the same house as Prussia]

Hold up, don't get too excited! I'll do what I can. But there's not much we can do against an enemy this well prepared...

[Don't mind him, that's just his pessimistic nature talking]

[~~At least he won't have to worry about Germany almost tripping over him again~~]

Hey, jus' havin' th'extra manpower puts us all ahead, yeah?

[and that would be his optimism!]

[gives Germany a casual little salute. not gonna keep him, since he does look pretty eager to get back to his plans.]

Take care out there, a'right?

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