187 My SI Stash #87 - Game Over by Timeandvlove (SawXMulticross)
-A recently published SI Gamer fic. And it starts in Saw(yes the chained to a pipe with a saw the movie), the author seems to be planning on doing a multicross afterwards~
Sypnosis: A normal man from Earth is granted the almighty power of the gamer, and promptly chained to a pipe and dropped in the room in the first Saw film, leg chained to a pipe with a hacksaw left nearby. SI, timeloops, gore, horrible deaths.
Rated: M
Words: 15K
Posted on: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13504633/6/Game-Over (Timeandvlove)
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Chapter 1-2 (exceptional)
Ping! You have entered the ultimate game!
You have been selected out of billions of candidates to receive the ultimate power of the gamer. You will be sent to a fictional universe with this power. Every experience will let you grow stronger, and when you complete the challenge you can return to your world with all that power.
Do you accept? Y/N
I blinked confused. I had been driving and then a white van… oh fuck. It was always a white van. Dying hurt. I had been crushed when they sideswiped me off the road. The speed limit was 70, asshole, not 100. And now I was here.
Well, I wouldn't give up. I had a life to get back to. With ultimate power, no less. My life had been pretty shitty before. Dead end job, crappy apartment, lots of frustrating people around. Friends and family made it worthwhile. But it could be better.
I looked up at the floating notification and then around me. I was in a black void and above me were a pair of letters and a slash symbol. The N was in grey, and the Y was in black. I poked at the Y. Of course, I was going to accept.
Ping! The first step to ultimate power! Please create your character profile!
Please select name: Adam Stanheight Accept/ Refuse/ Delete
And floating in the name box was a name. Adam Stanheight. I didn't recognize it. I tried to change it, but the name was greyed out, as was the delete key and the refuse key. I poked and poked but got no result.
I guess I was going in with a pregen? I could make it work. I'd prefer to set my own name but I could work with this. I pressed accept.
Ping!
Please select job: Photographer. Accept/Refuse ← /→
Again, the refuse option was greyed out.
"This is a mean game, system." I said, to no one in particular. Why couldn't I be a wizard? Or a technomage? Or something with almighty godlike powers. I sighed and I pressed the accept button.
Perks! These augment your skills, letting you do unique actions that otherwise would have an extremely low chance of success. Perk points let you purchase new perks, and can be earned by completing quests. Perk points available. 102. Spent. 100.
Perks.
Advanced photography. 50 points. Selected
Advanced stealth. 50 points. Selected
Air mastery. 50 perk points
Earth mastery. 50 perk points
Final death. 2 perk points.
Fire mastery. 50 perk points
Gamer's body. 100 perk points.
Gamer's mind. 100 perk points
Inventory. 100 perk points.
Lockpicking. 3 points.
Magic user. 100 perk points.
Ninja body. 100 perk points.
Super strength. 50 points..
Water mastery. 50 perk points
Respec/ accept
Those were extremely non optimal choices, and of course respec and the other useful perks were greyed out. I could be a wizard but my pregen was stuck with photography? I grumbled, and looked at the perks.
Photography. Rank, advanced. Level, 6. You are an experienced photographer, with excellent skill at taking photographs, useful contacts, and a guaranteed earning potential of 36000 a year.
Stealth. Rank, advanced. Level, 8. You are experienced at avoiding notice, and will not be noticed by anyone equal or lower level than you, unless you do something obvious. Only applies when away from the attention of anyone. Reduces detection chance by 8% against people of your level.
Truly, Lord Voldemort and Kaguya will fear my earning potential of 36000 a year. Stealth could be useful. Ambushes were powerful, he knew from most games. If you had the jump on someone you'd normally win. Photography sounded useless though.
Final death was also not greyed out. I glanced at that.
Final death. Go to the void, do not pass hell, do not collect 200 life points. Your existence ends permanently. You will feel nothing ever again, are beyond resurrection, and will not go to any afterlife. Accept/ refuse.
And refuse was greyed out.
I felt a moment of panic creep into me, and steeled myself.
"That's creepy, random omnipotent being. Very creepy. Let me out."
Nothing happened. I shouted out at the void.
"I am not dying in character creation. Bring back accept."
Nothing happened.
I sat there for what felt like hours, thinking. I tried poking at a few things, but the options remained up. I managed to make myself spin till I felt dizzy. I tried willing myself to move in various directions, but if I did move nothing happened. This wasn't a good start to my rise to ultimate power, but I could wait it out. This was a test, I hoped.
I felt cold, and a little hungry and thirsty.
I had been teleported here after I died by something and now...
This gamer story wasn't going quite how I'd hoped. I was being rail roaded into something and teased and it didn't look like I'd just be going to see Naruto or Harry Potter and becoming a wizard. I tried to remember.
Adam Stanheight.
I had heard that name before somewhere. A long time ago. I wracked my memory.
Ping. You made your choice! The final death option reduced in size again.
I quickly pressed accept, wanting to move on away from that quickly. Where had I heard that name before?
Name: Adam Stanheight
Job.:Photographer
Level: 1
Level: 1 (0/100)
Title. None
HP: 10
Stamina: 10
Strength: 10
Constitution: 9
Dexterity: 18
Intelligence: 8
Wisdom: 6
Luck: 1
Rearrange stats? Y/N These represent your general abilities, without any skills, and add onto any skill rolls. 10 is average for a human.
I sighed again, and pressed N. Looked like I had a rogue build. No critical hits though, since my luck was apparently terrible. That just seemed like my day.
I felt the void and blackness twist. An impossibly vast face appeared before me, covered in countless eyes. Every direction I looked I could see the face. Black gore dripped off it. It rushed towards me and chomped.
And I was somewhere else. A room. Chilly air. I was sweating? I was scared? I think. It didn't feel like my emotions. I felt distant. I was in front of a closet. I could smell death, smell rotting flesh all around me. I looked down at my hands.
Baseball bat. Durability 10/10. A simple device used to knock balls far away. Useful. +1 damage.
Ping! For holding an object of great sports potential, you have gained a skill! Baseball. Level 1.
And I looked up, as the closet opened. In front of me was a pig face, rotting and dead. One of the eyes was popped, and the other was staring at me. I felt a waft of death coming at me and could barely resist the urge to vomit. Hands, calloused and rough, reached out towards me.
It stepped forward, and I stepped back, gripping my baseball bat like a teddy bear.
Something came together in my mind. Crap.
Amanda Young, apprentice of Jigsaw, lunged forward faster than I could react, grabbed my neck and expertly choked me out.
My last thoughts, as stars filled my vision and blackness flooded me, was that I really should have rewatched Saw at least once in the last decade.
So, a new Saw Gamer SI fanfiction awaits. He is trapped within the Saw universe, in the unlucky Adam Stanheight's body, doomed to relieve his most unpleasant times. Later he will go to other saw movies, and have brief times in other horror movies.
ibb dot co slash QpkkF5g to see the map I used when doing this adventure. Enjoy.
Chapter 2
Water forced it's way into my lungs. I opened my eyes, and saw nothing but blackness. I jerked from side to side, still pumped from the fight a moment ago and felt my leg catch on something. It gripped me painfully, tugging me down below the water. Was it a snake grabbing me? Amanda? I twisted and turned, trying to escape her grip, her slimy wet hand on my leg.I jerked over and fell onto the floor with a wet thud, my leg painfully stinging as it hit the floor, gasping for air.
Then I remembered where I was. And that the key had been on my chest! Crap. Something bright flashed over my head.
I looked up.
Debuff: Blindness. All physical stats reduced by 50%
Dexterity test failed! 10 dexterity needed to pass. 9/10 possessed. Key item (KEY) lost.
Adam, that being my name, placed his head in his hands. Fuck his life. This was an unfair system. His best stat, debuffed a few seconds after he emerged.
I breathed in deep, trying to calm himself... myself. I could hear someone else moving in the darkness. That… cheating doctor dude? I didn't remember the film that well.
"We have to get out of here." I said
"I can't find any way out." Came a cold, calm voice.
"Can you turn on a light?"
"Would if I could.. Wait a second, I think I found something."
I looked up and-
"Ahhh fuck!"
My vision pulsed and blared with colours as lights above flashed on, blinding me. Another notification popped up, visible and clear despite his blindness.
Debuff. Blinded. -50% to physical stats. Duration, 30 seconds.
"Warn me next time. My eyes. Fuck. Ow."
He shook his head.
"You'll be fine in a moment." The man said, almost embarrassed.
I used him… me… Adam rubbing my eyes as a chance to think. I needed to escape. I needed to think through this calmly. I needed to master his gamer powers and gain ultimate power. I thought back to the film. Jigsaw was a psycho who captured people who had sinned in some way and put them in traps. In this case, I was a photographer who had been taking photos of this doctor guy who was caring for Jigsaw . I'd been hired by that… black… cop guy. Ex police? I think. Now I was chained to a pipe in an underground lair, and expected to cut off my foot to please Jigsaw and his will to live philosophy.
Oh, and the cigarettes were poisoned. I remembered that as well.
My greatest asset, I hoped, would be the gamer system. I opened my painful eyes, and saw all the previous notifications floating around.
I mentally dismissed them one by one, till a new one emerged, hidden behind all the rest.
For surviving a near fatal encounter with a boss you have been awarded +1 con (physical gains delayed until you get a full night of sleep and food)
So I could gain stats by doing things, but not physical stats until I got to rest, which was tricky when trapped in a psycho's underground lair. No doing push ups till I could rip my cuffs off. Maybe I could gain mental stats though? Not that I could think my way out of a handcuff. I was trapped here.
For a shrewd analysis you have gained +1 wisdom
My brain twisted. I felt a sharp pain as things within it re-arranged. I felt dizzy and collapsed to the floor, gasping. My senses intensified, the light glowing brighter, the stink of shit growing more powerful, my aches and crushed throat feeling more. Everything hurt more, and I felt all of that pain. I heard the flickering of the light, I heard the other man's breathing, I heard my heart racing.
Slowly I regained control of myself.
I had a new awareness, as my choices and decisions were expanded under the light of that wisdom.
It didn't give me any new options, or a new way out, but it did tell me that it was really unwise to get trapped by Saw, or take a job to investigate a psychopath for a couple hundred.
Thank you, foresight stat. It's great telling me that now.
Things came into focus.
"Are you sick?" Asked the man across the room, his voice disdainful.
Wisdom check failed. 7/8 required.
"I am fucking sick of being trapped here." I snapped. These stupid notifications.
"Calm down." He said.
"Give me a minute, I just need to get my head in order."
I mentally thought of a status screen. Maybe I could tweak them.
Save Game
Load Game
Options
Stats
Skills
Perks
Save game and load game proved useless. There was one save in there, and no option to make more or load anything.
Options was a bit more useful. I could play music- the entire Saw soundtrack. From just the first film. But that had the worst soundtrack! Where was suicide silence, or on the offensive? I sighed, and picked Pitbull Daycare - You Make Me Feel So Dead to play. It had an option of changing the language, adding subtitles, disabling notifications, but no option to give them a time delay. I wasn't gonna be one of those people who disabled notifications and then missed the pop up revealing key information. I'd learn to deal.
Stats had my pitiful stat sheet. There were boxes explaining each stat.
Hitpoints. Your will to survive, no matter what pain or troubles you go through. Does not represent your durability. The human body can take a lot more than 10 damage. At zero, you become helpless.
Stamina. Your will to move and act. Drained by difficult tasks.
Strength. Your will to destroy and hurt others. Helps in physical conflicts.
Constitution. Your will to live, no matter the cost, and to push past pain and anguish.
Dexterity. Your will to move skillfully, to have agile hands and sophistication.
Intelligence. Your will to know and learn of the universe and yourself.
Wisdom. Your will to perceive yourself and those around you and understand the universe.
Luck. Your importance to the plot and degree of plot armor to stay alive even when you should not.
?.?
The creepy nature of these stats filled me with determination to enhance my level of violence and execution points.
I guess they were Saw themed stats? So, based off this, I should be seeking to lift things and do feats of strength with objects and physics rather than just leveling up. If I wanted to increase my strength, when I had a better bed than this foot slicing toilet room, I should try murdering things.
For working out new ways to interact with the universe, you have gained one intelligence!
My brain was filled to the brim. Like a fire inside had turned to an inferno, I knew so much more. I could feel my brain shifting again as things slotted into place. This time, I managed to avoid collapsing, but only barely. Flashes of the film came back to me, flashes of my life, flashes of ideas and things I had remembered. I had been smarter, in my original life. This meat sack, this brain, Adam, couldn't contain all me, yet. But it was coming back.
Breathing deep, I looked up.
Gordan (I could observe his name) was there, looking unhappy to apparently be locked up with an invalid who had random fits. I quickly closed the menu, I needed to do something so I didn't lose him. We were in a medieval underground shower room. Toilets and urinals all around, and lots of pipes. I was handcuffed to a rusted pipe. Jigsaw was faking being dead on the floor, with a gun in his hand and a tape recorder nearby. There was a mirror nearby… something itches at my brain when I looked at it.
Intelligence check failed. 9/10.
That was an ominous spot check. Well, of course I would respect my avatar's failure and not meta game and just live and let live.
No I wouldn't. I am a filthy cheater, and if the game wants to tease me with notifications of my failures, I will abuse them. I grabbed the tank of the toilet seat nearby, looked at Gordan and gave a flimsy justification.
"I'm frustrated."
"That won't do anything." He replied, putting his arms up to shield himself.
And I shrugged tossed the toilet seat at the mirror.
The mirror cracked, broken glass flooding the floor, revealing a camera watching them, the toilet seat bouncing back close enough for me to use it.
Dex roll succeeded! 18/15!
Things clicked into place. Hadn't there been… some cop? Or something watching them because someone threatened to kill their family? My memory was hazy.
"Two way mirror." I said.
"So that's what this is. Reality tv." said the doctor dude.
I turned back to him, making an effort to calm myself.
"I am Adam. What's your name?"
He paused, not that sure of me, and didn't answer. I spoke again.
"I intend to get us out of here. With a little thing called logic. In the 40s there was a psychological test. You were given a candle, a book of matches and a box of thumb tacs. You had to find a way to light the candle on the wall so that it would stay there and no wax would drip down."
I leaned forward to pick up the toilet top, as the doctor looked on skeptically.
"Use the… no… use the box of the thumb tacs, pin that to the wall, and then put the candle in and light it?"
I guess he had a high int score. I was just going from memory. Doctors. Knowing things and facts. Nerds.
"Yes. We were stuck in this room, with a limited selection of items. Each had an intended purpose. In fact-
I reached into the toilet bowl- ew- and fished out a black bag. In it were some photos, and a pair of hacksaws for feet cutting off.
"Hacksaws! We can cut our handcuffs off. I guess you meant- we need to look around us and not see the intended purpose of the room items, such as storing water, but their actual function?"
I nodded. "Close, but not quite. Those hacksaws are fragile, the handcuffs are heavy steel, and quality work and would be hard to break. Their intended purpose is preventing you from escaping. They're made to stop that"
Handcuffs. Sturdy and dependable, they will prevent your subject from escaping. 100/100 durability, 10 armor. Journeyman level lock.
Hacksaw. Hard enough to cut bone, but will break against any armor greater than 5. Durability 10/10. +1 damage.
"However…Heavy, tough object." I held it up.
A notification flashed up.
Toilet bowl. Used to store water within a toilet. +1 damage. 10/10 durability.
I pointed at the rusted pipe. "A rust covered pipe."
Rust covered pipe. Used to move waste out. Durability, 20/50
And I got to work.
Thanks dragonbornthesam, JakeWJElliott2, this story shall continue. I am intending to work them through all of the movies.
And yes AdrianKing1, Saw is awesome.
I do like unique systems, Gatling 2745. Most gamer stories don't focus quite as much on bodily dismemberment, so this story shall have a few unique elements.
