Post by Hiro Nakahara on Jan 2, 2016 2:13:10 GMT
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 | THE ONE AND ONLY PRINCE IN THIS WORLD Hiro didn’t want to be remembered for being in a building with a bunch of idiots who started killing each other. He wanted those who found these ruins after they were all dead and gone to have a good story to tell. It wouldn’t be inaccurate if he made sure that he left the right clues behind. These guys were very smart, but they weren’t leaving the right clues behind for the sake of the future. If someone looked at what this hotel would look like in a hundred years they would assume that the people here were very emotionally distressed young teenagers who started killing each other just because they were told to by some sort of stuff toy. No, Hiro knew that wasn’t the case. They were all heroes forced into a bad situation and taking the only recourse they knew to combat the evil monster that was presented before them. No, he was cleaning up, and making the hotel presentable to the archaeologists who would study them in the future. After all, that was his purpose here. He wasn’t going to be the main character. He was probably going to die at some point. He was the one meant to preserve their history so the future could know their story, unbiased from the words of the victor, only raw archaeological facts. That was the only thing fueling him at this point, trying to deal with this whole killing game they were being forced to play. He would make sure that the archaeologists of the future would never look badly on whoever was killed, nor the killers, or those who managed to survive the longest, though Hiro doubted that anyone would ever get out of here. Maybe he could leave behind a notebook with instructions on what they should do to make sure that the future archaeologists could tell their stories with evidential facts. Of course, the fact they were leaving behind the wrong evidence according to Hiro should shake his understanding of the evidence he had already found, but he chose to ignore that. As he knew he was right (though in reality, though he might not ever realize it, his understanding of their situation was flawed) in all respects. So here he was, in the kitchen, preparing stuff to rot for hundreds of years, stopping to make himself a sandwich, careful with his movements so the traces he left behind were what he wanted to leave behind. | ☁ |
