Chapter 14: Game Plan

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Chapter 14: Game Plan

What I said about killing to survive is true. I know its not what anyone of us wants to do, but pretending we can get through this by being decent, reasonable people isnt going to work.

They all looked at me like I was telling them they had to kill puppies and strangle kittens. Which I was.

If we come up against anything like that ogre, were dead. We can run away, but eventually were going to have to fight, or starve to death. We have to learn how to kill. None of us is particularly strong or even sporty which means we have to use a different approach.

What approach? said Claire. None of them seemed to have any idea what I was talking about.

We have to be ruthless. And mean. Monsters arent going to want to talk things over and find a compromise. There wont be any trade negotiations on Naboo. Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

Flossie raised her hand. Ah dont know what youre talking about. What the fook is a Naboo?

Youve never seen the Phantom Menace? said Maurice. Im so jealous. Wish I could mindwipe that memory.

Can we stay focused? I didnt want a half-hour rant on the failings of George Lucas, and I could feel one about to erupt from Maurice. What Im saying is, back home people solved problems by asking the UN to apply sanctions. Here they hit things with sticks. I waved my stick about for emphasis. Frankly, I dont know which is more useless, but at least with sticks you get a winner and a loser. If we dont want to be the losers, we need to fight. Do you see what Im saying?

But this isnt a game, is it? said Claire.

It was hard to say. I still felt like everything was too much like an RPG for it not to be a game, but I still hadnt found any proof.

Claire started poking the fire again. We might even have to kill other people, thats what youre saying, arent you?

Ooh, said Flossie, getting animated. Its like The Hoonger Games!

Yes, I said. A bit like that.

I fookin love Katniss.

Those films were terrible, Maurice insisted vigorously. Absolutely shocking. A book versus movie debate broke out.

I looked over at Jenny sitting quietly while the rest of her group chatted away and a thought popped into my head. Who would die first, me or her? I turned my attention back to my group as they discussed the finer points of Peeta versus Gale and the answer to my morbid question stared me in the face.