The message comes by carrier pigeon actually, which is a pretty weird way to deliver a message but of course, it's thematic. A very pretty looking brown pigeon swoops down out of the sky to wherever Damian just so happens to be that afternoon and holds out its leg. The message is short and simple:
Got a job for you. Meet me at the farm at dusk. No show, no job. Keep it a secret, rewarded very well.
- Hal
P.S. Burn this.
And that's it. Of course, if Damian chooses to listen to the message, he will find the Sheriff at the farm at dusk, chewing a piece of tobacco and watching the sun set. He'll be greeted with a tip of his hat and one word:
"Bounty."
And then he holds out a small notebook. Looks like Damian's been chosen for one of those roles that were mentioned. Good luck.
[ He just raises an eyebrow and continues to chew on his tobacco. A long moment of silence ensues as the Sheriff stares at Damian with no change to his face.
[It only takes about two seconds for Damian's face to pinch into something disgusted disappointed. What the fuck kind of hint is that?!]
Pick better hints next time instead of wasting them. [But fine--it's not quite as vague perhaps. The Sheriff said woman, not girl. That narrows it down just a little.
Both hands ball into fists at Damian's sides. It takes a lot of Wayne willpower and patience not to kick the Sheriff's ass. Gotta think about Dad and what Dad would do. Gotta be calm, and rational, and lenient, and forgiving--and Goddammit he wants to sock the Sheriff a good one right in the kisser.]
I'm not an idiot. [omg STOP FUCKING AROUND WITH THIS BOY HE HATES IT] You're an android. You don't have free will. There's no way you were programmed to listen to any commands of burning bodies for the sake of a moronic joke.
Does burning them correlate to the fact people are not considered "deceased" when they are killed?
[ Well, the Sheriff looks thoroughly unimpressed. ]
No. I said earlier, it ain't about the bodies. It's about you. It's so y'all ask me why I burn it. So y'all keep thinking about what's gonna happen to the bodies, what's gonna happen to the next one, how bad might it just be. That sort. Thought it was obvious.
[Can he even complain when Batman's entire persona is about instilling fear to get information and cooperation? YIKES.]
And less evidence against you when it's all over. Are you even going to let a winner live at all, or is that also a fear tactic just to get people to try to survive?
But the Sheriff just waves his hand in a "maybe" kind of gesture. ]
Eh, bit of both. They can live, I guess. But also, everyone needs a goal. I'm more curious about you and yours than the winner. Winner's gonna happen regardless, but y'all might change things entirely.
[ The Sheriff just scratches and beard and figures out how to explain it. ]
Yeah. See, hard rule of this place is you get what you put into it. Extreme effort is extremely rewarded, as long as it's entertaining. My employers would prefer the death but it's not what they feed off of in particular.
So, if you, [ He points squarely at Damian, looking at him directly. ] Are able to rally together the most extreme and entertaining of efforts to provide an alternative option, I'm required to consider it. The higher amount of work you put in, the more likely I'm required to grant it.
S'why the Bounties work how they do. Your secondary task is killing while your primary task is figuring out who each other are, since that's hard enough to do in a game like this when you can't be sure who to trust. I'd actually be pretty pissed and punish a Bounty for ignoring this task in favor of killing.
Entertainment. [What utter BULLSHIT!!! Damian is as mad as a wet sitting hen.] This place is a glorified gladiatorial ring. You change the setting to keep your employers interested.
Is it random? Do you chose people at random to be here together to participate?
You realize this is immoral and demented. Your employers are sick. This game shouldn't be done to anyone, no matter who they are.
[ Wow!! You're so rude to him, Damian. He just looks a mildly miffed at the outburst but he'll give the answers anyway. ]
Random, yeah. If we strike on someone and it's interesting enough to bring someone they know here, we'll do it. Think you were chose first, your friend Jason was second.
Ain't immoral if we exist in a space outside morality. Every universe has their own set of rules. We ain't in any of 'em.
He isn't my "friend." [HE IS LIKE A FRIEND, BUT SHUT UP, NONE OF YOU NEED TO KNOW THIS. That'd be dangerous.] Just because your employers don't think playing with people's lives is immoral doesn't mean we also feel the same way.
It's wrong; otherwise, they would have nothing against doing this to each other instead.
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Give me a hint.
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Then -- ]
Only one of 'em is a woman.
[ There's your hint for this week. ]
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Pick better hints next time instead of wasting them. [But fine--it's not quite as vague perhaps. The Sheriff said woman, not girl. That narrows it down just a little.
Kinda.]
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Ew. ]
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Both hands ball into fists at Damian's sides. It takes a lot of Wayne willpower and patience not to kick the Sheriff's ass. Gotta think about Dad and what Dad would do. Gotta be calm, and rational, and lenient, and forgiving--and Goddammit he wants to sock the Sheriff a good one right in the kisser.]
Why did you burn the body?
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[ He's not trying to be vague, honest! ]
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Does burning them correlate to the fact people are not considered "deceased" when they are killed?
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No. I said earlier, it ain't about the bodies. It's about you. It's so y'all ask me why I burn it. So y'all keep thinking about what's gonna happen to the bodies, what's gonna happen to the next one, how bad might it just be. That sort. Thought it was obvious.
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And less evidence against you when it's all over. Are you even going to let a winner live at all, or is that also a fear tactic just to get people to try to survive?
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But the Sheriff just waves his hand in a "maybe" kind of gesture. ]
Eh, bit of both. They can live, I guess. But also, everyone needs a goal. I'm more curious about you and yours than the winner. Winner's gonna happen regardless, but y'all might change things entirely.
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There's a way for us to change the outcome without your involvement against us?
[So if they can't beat the odds, they can change the game?]
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Yeah. See, hard rule of this place is you get what you put into it. Extreme effort is extremely rewarded, as long as it's entertaining. My employers would prefer the death but it's not what they feed off of in particular.
So, if you, [ He points squarely at Damian, looking at him directly. ] Are able to rally together the most extreme and entertaining of efforts to provide an alternative option, I'm required to consider it. The higher amount of work you put in, the more likely I'm required to grant it.
S'why the Bounties work how they do. Your secondary task is killing while your primary task is figuring out who each other are, since that's hard enough to do in a game like this when you can't be sure who to trust. I'd actually be pretty pissed and punish a Bounty for ignoring this task in favor of killing.
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Is it random? Do you chose people at random to be here together to participate?
You realize this is immoral and demented. Your employers are sick. This game shouldn't be done to anyone, no matter who they are.
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Random, yeah. If we strike on someone and it's interesting enough to bring someone they know here, we'll do it. Think you were chose first, your friend Jason was second.
Ain't immoral if we exist in a space outside morality. Every universe has their own set of rules. We ain't in any of 'em.
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It's wrong; otherwise, they would have nothing against doing this to each other instead.
I MISSED THIS
I mean, they did? Got boring though. As far as I know they did, at least. Not the same satisfaction out of it.