Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26027963-20150402042451

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"Only one is coming out," I said into the microphone, looking through the glossy, bullet-proof one-way mirror at the small, white-walled room. In there Subject One and Subject Two sitting in the steel chairs, across from on another. On the metal table in between them, there was a revolver, with a single bullet. They just stared. One at Two, and Two at the gun. The door was locked so they couldn't get out. Funny, in the last one. Subject One picked up the gun and shot Two, almost instantly. These ones just stared. They sat there twitching. "Someone needs to get the ball rolling," I spoke to my colleges, with my hand covering the microphone. We discussed what we needed to do. Deciding what needed to be done, I started to speak,"If one of doesn't die in the next five minutes, the chamber-," "BANG!" Where bullet hit the mirror, a small crack formed. He reloaded and took another shot, but you could barely hear the acute clicking of the gun going off without any ammo. "Ok, you asked for it," I pressed the 'Gas' button, that had a toxic symbol on it. The chamber was quickly filled with the gasses, and we had the janitorial staff remove the bodies to be cremated. I pressed the intercom,"Next!" Calling in the next subjects,I checked what pair we were on. 'Pair Ten' I read off the paper. "Aww sh*t, last subjects," those simple words sent us all into dismay. We had not gained enough information to hand to the government. We needed more data. When the last ones came in, we did the process. Sure enough, Subject Two shot One, but only after being threatened with being gassed. We talked, and decided,"Look everyone! We need two volunteers!"

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