Clown Game
It was one thing to have my hands and feet securely tied, but why was my mouth also sealed? I should at least have been able to make a noise! Why was I confined in a mental asylum? Why did it seem like everyone was afraid of me? Why... do I feel like laughing?---------------- This is a story where Holmes and the Joker wreak havoc on the SCP Foundation. I hope everyone will enjoy it!
Chapter 170 Dice Game Seven
"Ah... indeed, each round involves casting three votes... that means there's always one person abstaining each round!" The slouchy guy suddenly took a deep drag of his cigarette, "If we think about it to extremes, what if the abstainer is the same person every time? What then?"
Kidney-deficient lad cast a sidelong glance at Gorilla... "Yeah, if someone really does abstain in every round, there's only one possibility... it's that this person simply doesn't care whether their team wins or loses, right..."
He spoke faintly, his tone as though he was unraveling some mystery.
"Heh heh..." Gorilla, seeing his teammate point the finger at him, laughed wryly: "Fine, fine, if you really believe the word of this liar, then I want to ask, what proof do you have?"
"Proof?"
Suddenly, the "short-haired man," who had been silent since the end of the second round, as if he was outside of the game, spoke up again.