《Dangerous games》 CH001 - Truth or dare The rowdy chatter and behaviour of classroom 3A is put under immediate pressure as the door to the classroom slides open ending in an audible click. Mr. Russel enters the classroom, shutting the door behind him. It is not that the students of classroom 3A particularly fear Mr. Russel or that they are even wary of reproach, moreso, that he is just one of those teachers with an indomitable presence. His demeanour was easy going, yet somehow commanded respect, this despite the goofy print of an apple on his sweater with the words ¡®best teacher ever¡¯. Although truth be told, he definitely ranked amongst the favourite of teachers in the school, with regards to student opinion. Mr Russel casually walked over to his desk, his shoes making soft tapping sounds on the polished wooden floor, before resting against the back of his desk in a casual pose, facing his classroom. The man had a handsome, if not mildly ¡®pretty boy¡¯ face, with a styled beard and full head of grey hair. Not the gray of old age, but rather by stylish choice. The mole under his right eye helped to complete his ¡®theatre worthy¡¯ appearance. The precise stripes cut out from his left eyebrow and tiny shaped moustache, combined with his styled hair definitely put him in the category of ¡®trendy¡¯. This was especially true as far as lecturers go. Even his clothes showed off a stylish yet mildly youthful fashion sense. The greyish green patterned sweater with the apple print on it, covered a cyan collared shirt, with a textured black denim pants to complete the look. He folded his arms with their slightly up-turned sleeves as he waited for the class representative to call attention. Neye Gonzales stood up from her desk, adjusting her glasses while calling out: ¡°All rise¡±. The rest of class stood up as a show of respect. Mr. Russel acknowledged them in turn, ¡°Good morning class¡±. ? Good morning, Mr. Russel ?, The class cooed unanimously, almost appreciatively. After everyone took their seats once more Mr Russel announced: ¡°I thought we¡¯d do something a little different today.¡± He paused for only the briefest of moments, seemingly for effect, or capturing attention, maybe both. ¡°We¡¯re going to play a little game.¡± ¡°It¡¯s called ¡®Truth or dare¡¯¡± There was a quiet murmuring throughout the class as confused students hussled amongst themselves in an attempt to discern his meaning. A wasted effort as he was about to explain anyway. Neye, both feeling responsible as class rep. and a little uncomfortable with the concept of playing a game when you should be studying, voiced what for her was a quiet objection, even if it was framed as a question, ¡°A game sir?¡± ¡°I should rather say that what we will be playing is less the original ¡®truth or dare¡¯ and more a variant that allows for players to actually win the game as opposed to it being just an endless and pointless party game.¡± ¡°The rules are as follows:¡± ¡°The game will be played in rounds. Every round will be used to eliminate players. Each round every remaining player will be given one chance to ask another player of their choosing: ¡®truth or dare¡¯¡± ¡°The target can then answer: ¡®truth¡¯, ¡®dare¡¯ or ¡®pass¡¯. Now before I explain the details here, I feel I should mention that we will be playing the game with points in order to keep track of who is winning in any given round.¡± ¡°If the target answers ¡®truth¡¯, then the player whose turn it is, can ask him any one question. The target is obliged to answer truthfully. If he refuses to answer, or lies, he has to give one of his points over to the other player as punishment. If he answers truthfully, he instead earns himself two new points.¡± Neye, whom had been paying rapt attention up to this point, in case anyone would need assistance following these rules, suddenly interjected, ¡°How will you know if they are lying?¡± Mr. Russel simply smiled at her and responded with a ridiculous amount of confidence and charisma: ¡°I¡¯ll know.¡± The certainty of his statement left no room for argument or doubt and she was forced to abort that line of questioning, even if the answer had been entirely unreliable. ¡°Carrying on then¡­ If the target chooses ¡®dare¡¯, the player can dare him to do something. The dare can be anything and he/she must do it and meet all conditions stipulated. If the target fails to perform the dare for any reason, then he/she must once again, hand over one of their points to the other player for failing. If they succeed in the dare, then they earn themselves three new points.¡± ¡°Finally, if the target answers ¡®pass¡¯, then the player who asked him, simply loses one of his own points and nothing further happens.¡± There was an unsteady rustling in the classroom at the mention of that last rule, clearly confusing a few students to the logic behind it. ¡°At the end of every round, each player automatically loses one point each. If at any point you go below zero points, you are immediately out of the game. Also at the end of the round, the player or players that are sitting in the lowest point bracket are also out of the game. It is essentially a game of elimination¡±.If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. ¡°The game ends as soon as there are three or fewer players remaining and they automatically win.¡± ¡°Lastly, there are a couple of extra precautionary rules. First, if you attempt to interfere with another person''s dare attempt, you are automatically kicked out of the game. Second, if you steal another player''s points you are also disqualified. Third, if you physically harm another player you are disqualified. And lastly, you cannot target the same player two rounds in a row, you can target them again after that however.¡± There was another uncomfortable shift in the classroom and some rather shocked expressions when he mentioned the rule about harming other players. ¡°So, are there any questions?¡± His question hung in the air amidst a silent classroom. Russel knew that when you said ¡®any questions¡¯ and nobody asked a question it did not mean everyone understood you but rather that no one actually did, normally meaning a very bad thing for someone that just gave a presentation. He did not however care as he had already expected this and had a contingency in place. ¡°Neye, please hand two of these out to each student.¡± Neye did as he requested, while he continued to explain. ¡°You will each start with two points. We will use these tokens as a way of keeping track of the number of points in your possession.¡± ¡°Since some of you look confused, we will take it slow and start with a warm up round.¡± By this point Neye was done handing out the strange tokens and was once more seated. She stared at her own two tokens curiously. They were long rectangular wooden sticks that reminded her of old wooden mahjong scoring sticks. Each had the same letters engraved into them, ¡®VITA IN MORTE SUMUS¡¯. Her latin wasn¡¯t great and she was certain that attempting to translate it without context would yield egregious results, but it was something along the lines of ¡®life in death¡¯, or ¡®in death we live¡¯. All in all a little distasteful and morbid for a school. ¡°So every round I will randomly choose the order of the players. For the first round, let¡¯s go with you Yuki¡±. Russel addressed Yuki Sarawano directly. Yuki stood up. She was a tall girl with long blue hair. She brushed off her checkered, pleated blue skirt with its small rustling decorative gold chains. As she faced the teacher and looked directly at him with her cold grey eyes, her light pastel grey-blue top pulled tight around her ample bosom. ¡°I choose you Mr Russel.¡± The teacher simply laughed at her antics. ¡°That¡¯s not how it works Yuki, you must choose one of the students, I am not a part of this game.¡± Russel just brushed it off as Yuki being Yuki. She had earned herself quite the reputation in school for being cold and ruthless, her eyes and demeanour not exactly helping her, with titles like ¡®Ice queen¡¯ being thrown around. In truth all he saw was a determined young lady. Perhaps a little too determined. Even now the game hadn¡¯t even started and he could tell she was already trying to work an angle and get a leg up, by testing boundaries. ¡°Eh. Was worth a shot.¡± Yuki shrugged in an uncaring fashion attempting to play it off as more of a joke than anything else. ¡°Hmmm.¡± She scanned the classroom for a suitable target. After a short while, she settled her gaze on an idiot in a peach t-shirt with the outline of a pair of boobs and the words ¡®oppai¡¯ boldly emblazoned upon it. ¡°Jansaint Sullivan¡± She spoke the miniature insect¡¯s name. ¡°Since you are so eagerly volunteering¡±, she practically sneered at him, her disdain for him, palpable. And he was indeed volunteering. Jansaint had his hand up waving like a loon excited to be picked. The spiky blonde hair on his head bobbing a bit from his exhilaration only making his small frame and freckled baby face look even more diminutive than it already was. All of this sat in sharp contrast to his bright green eyes that instead gave him an air of excitability and vigor of youthfulness. Of course anybody that knew even the slightest thing about him, knew he was so excited to be picked for hopes of being asked to do something perverted. In fact his head had been filled with nothing but erotic thoughts ever since the word ¡®dare¡¯ had first been mentioned. Jansaint in response, bowed down with one hand in front of his abdomen like some kind of formal butler, ¡°I am at your command¡± ¡°Truth or dare?¡± ¡°Dare¡± Everyone present of course already knew this would be his answer, Yuki included, the question only being a formality. Yuki, did not hesitate to bring out her sadistic side in full force and commanded him: ¡°I dare you to climb on top of your desk and bark like a dog!¡± Like the dog you are! Were the unspoken words that never left her mouth, nor did they need to. Her expression conveyed every ounce of one looking down upon a fly that just vomited all over your food and now you are busy pulling its wings off in retaliation. As for the rest of the classroom, although many were happy to see the infamous Yuki so thoroughly dealing with the equally infamous Jansaint, many could still not help themselves and mumbled comments to each other, the likes of: ¡®Woah man! So cold!¡¯ ¡®Long live the ice queen!¡¯ ¡®So mean!¡¯ ¡®This is going to be so entertaining!¡¯ Contrary to expectations however, or probably exactly as some expected, Jansaint did not hesitate for a second to climb on top of his desk on all fours, ass in the air and start barking like a dog in heat. ¡°Woof Woof Woof!¡± ¡°Woof Woof Woof!¡± ¡°Ahwooooooo!¡± ¡°Woof Woof Woof!¡± The slight blush on his face would be recognised by any normal person as sheer mortifying embarrassment, but for those in the know, it was simply a clear sign of his perverted masochistic pleasure. In the end Yuki clearly recognised the little turd was actually enjoying himself somewhat and she deflated back into her seat, rather dejectedly. There goes her fun, right out the window! While the little bugger carried on with his best bitch in heat impersonation, Yuki wondered about the strange rules. ¡®You are out the game if you steal another player''s token¡¯. There is clear intent and meaning in these rules beyond telling people to behave like civilised human beings. But if that¡¯s the case, what then of, ¡®You are out of the game if you physically harm someone¡¯? That rule then becomes incredibly ominous. Whatever the case, it¡¯s clear not all is as it seems here. There is something very wrong with this situation. CH002 - Class clown While Jansaint finished up with his barking dog impersonation, The class once more settled down and Yuki continued to mope. ~ Ha man, I can¡¯t believe he really did it! ~ ~ That guy is sad! ~ ¡°O.K, that¡¯s three points for Jansaint for successfully completing his dare.¡± Mr. Russel finally announced. He then retrieved three tokens from his desk drawer, like they had been prepared beforehand, and held them out. The intention was clear, Jansaint was to go and fetch them. Jansaint practically skipped down the aisle to fetch his reward, but by the spring in his step, it was clear he had already earned his reward and this was just a bonus to him. When he was once more seated, Mr. Russel proposed: ¡°Alright Jansaint, after that inspired performance of yours, how about you go next?¡± Jansaint practically jumped up from his seat filled with jubilation and quickly scanned the classroom. He didn¡¯t hesitate for even a moment, ¡°Chym Li. Truth or dare!¡± Chym Li answered back in a rather bored tone, ¡°Dare¡±. She was what one would call a goth. Deep red eyes, with smooth and long black hair tied into two loose fitting ponytails on either side. Her hair was unusually voluminous for hair that straight. She had a cute round face with a healthy natural blush that contrasted nicely against her pale skin. She did not wear much makeup, but the rest of her style choice was certainly goth enough. With fishnet stockings, a short black leather skirt and a short-sleeve black top with rings of sparkly sequins lining it, that was crested with a blood red bow. The black silk gloves she wore added just a hint of sophistication. Right now however, the thing you noticed most about her was how utterly bored she looked. She only remained bored until Jansaint announced his dare though: ¡°I dare you to show us your boobs!¡± ¡°Huuuugh!¡± The once bored goth exclaimed in utter disbelief. The look of ¡®what the fuck¡¯ quickly morphed into an intense scowl of disgust: ¡°Just go die asshole!¡± Of course with such an outrageous request and equally fierce rebuttal the classroom was once more raised to a state of disorderly discourse. ~ Oh man, what an idiot! ~ ~ Unbelievable, this guy! ~ ~ At least he¡¯s honest! ~ ~ A bit too honest! ~ Mr. Russel took that as a sign of resignation, ¡°Okay, so Chym Li has failed the challenge, she has to give one of her points over to Jansaint.¡± ¡°Huh? Why must I hand my points over to this prick?¡± ¡°You failed the dare, those are the rules.¡± Russels response was hard and left no room for dissent. ¡°You know, you could always just do the dare¡±, Jansaint commented offhandedly, but coming from him it sounded more like he was pleading. ¡°I¡¯ll even give you my two tokens if you do!¡± He totally was pleading! ¡°Seriously! Just go die already!¡± A furious Chym Li suddenly threw a token at him, but she was no pitcher and Jansaint simply caught the token mid-air. He did however wear an expression like somebody had murdered his favourite puppy. Jansaint turned around to face the person sitting behind him, Eli. ¡°Man, these girls are so stubborn!¡± Eli¡¯s rebuttal was instantaneous, ¡°Dude. I don¡¯t know you.¡± With the dead-pan expression he wore, pretty much anybody would have believed him. Eli was dead set on ignoring the fools attempts to find support with his friend. ¡°I¡¯m hurt!¡± Jansaint just put a hand on his chest and feigned mock hurt with a pained expression. Eli simply sighs, ¡°Somehow, I suspect, that you¡¯ll get over it.¡± ¡°O.K, so who¡¯s next?¡± Russel ignored the boy¡¯s antics and continued, ¡°Tyger, why don¡¯t you go?¡± ¡°O.K¡± Tyger responds. Tyger Dixon was a bit of a cool cat. His mostly monochromatic attire and hair, brought out his emerald green eyes that were peeking out between his bandana and beanie. Despite his sharp features and striking eye color, his face still held a ¡®chill¡¯ impression. Tyger folded his arms across his black t-shirt that was sticking out from underneath his grey sporty jacket. ¡°Kayoko, truth or dare?¡± Kayoko responded, ¡°Dare please¡±. Pretty much everyone present would have guessed that Kayoko Nikki would have taken a dare. She was just a playful kind of girl. Although playful might be selling it a bit short. Both her hair and her outfit today were polarising. As in the literal sense. Her hair was completely black on the one side, while the other half of her head had been dyed shades of blue and pink! She had golden tinted irises and her face was mildly chubby with a small nose, in that cute pouty kind of way.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website. Her wardrobe on the other hand was no less extreme. She wore a china-dress / sweater / one-piece dress - actually what even was that thing? It seemed likely she had sewed it herself, otherwise how else did such attire even exist in this world. Regardless, the left side of it was sky blue and the right side was a sharp coral pink. The short dress itself had various diamond patterns on it and the sleeves were way too long and wide. Kayoko also wore a cloth bandana around her right arm and even her socks were intentionally mismatched colors. No matter how you looked at it, she was what they called a ¡®chuuni¡¯. Despite this she was one of those girls that everybody liked, someone who naturally drew people to her with her bright and welcoming personality. ¡°Kayoko, I dare you to balance a pencil on your nose for a full minute!¡± Tyger responded with a gleeful smile. ¡°Kay!¡± She immediately grabbed a pencil off her desk and set about balancing it precariously on the bridge of her nose while looking up. She was doing well, keeping the pencil really steady even after she took her hands away. For some reason however she was humming an almost electrical buzzing kind of sound while squinting at the pencil, as if going cross-eyed to focus on the pencil would somehow help it balance. ¡°30 seconds¡±, one of the students cried out. At this point, Kayoko had suddenly put her hands together with certain fingers interlocking in some kind of pattern or symbol, before announcing: ¡°Hah! My chakra control is at the level of the legendary Sanin! This is truly the way of the ninja!¡± This earned her several small outbursts of laughter from the classroom as she enjoyed the spotlight and her not so private chuuni moment. ~ She¡¯s a legend! ~ ~ That¡¯s our Kayoko! ~ ¡°And that¡¯s one minute!¡± Mr. Russel suddenly called out. ¡°Kayoko has completed the dare and earned herself three points.¡± Kayoko puts down the pencil and jumping into the aisle, strikes a pose. With her legs spread out and her hips sticking out to the side, she uses her fingers to show two ¡®peace¡¯ symbols over her face, in front of her eyes. After which she happily skips down the aisle and retrieves her three tokens. ¡°Alright, next we will do Jovin Rockefeller.¡± Jovin looks around in a lazy manner and chooses Angela. ¡°Truth or dare?¡± He¡¯s still resting his head on one of his arms even as he asks her. ¡°Truth¡± Angela responds. Angela Collins, was the literal school idol. Every guy wanted to sleep with her and every girl wanted to be her. Wherever she went she caused a stir, and people, mostly socialites vying for a spot on the social ladder, flocked to her. She had a gentle personality and always seemed to care for others. She wore a stylish yet girlish off-pink tracksuit drawstring top that was ever so faintly decorated with cherry patterns. Her petite body and face simply screamed huggability. Angela¡¯s cute face was decorated by bright clear blue eyes and framed by twin pigtails of long brown hair that swished about as she talked. She was what most people would call cute and innocent. So you can imagine what happens when Jovin asks his question to such an ¡®innocent¡¯ and ¡®protected¡¯ creature¡­ ¡°What color panties are you wearing?¡± There was a moment of silence in the class as if nobody could understand what had just been asked, perhaps the idea so outlandish. No. He could not have asked the innocent and revered school idol something like that right? Not with such a nonchalant and uncaring tone, right? Did we mishear? ¡°Pink¡± Angela wasted no time answering and with a sweet and innocent tone. Like she was answering a question about the weather. ¡°Wait- Don¡¯t answer that!¡± Kurosawa Aya practically leapt over her desk to try and put a hand across Angela¡¯s mouth and keep her from naively blurting out such embarrassing and personal information. But it had already been done. ¡°Oops¡± Angela simply responded with a cute smile and innocent expression, only now having realised her mistake. ¡°You shouldn¡¯t answer a question like that so easily!¡± Kurosawa rebukes Angela in a soft hearted manner, letting out a sigh as if to say ¡®what¡¯s done is done¡¯. The classroom was a mix of mild laughter and chatter at the antics of their fellow students. ~ I can¡¯t believe she actually answered ~ ~ So it was pink ~ ~ How can a girl even say something like that ~ ~ Boys are the worst ~ Neye was simply glaring a hole into Jovin wondering, ¡®Why are all the boys in our class such a bunch of perverted fools!¡¯ ¡°Alright, let¡¯s move this along.¡± Mr Russel looked around for his next player, after giving Angela her two points. ¡°Eli, you can go next.¡± Eli An-Jin stood up. He was a bit on the short side and with a small frame. Combined with his unassuming black denims and grey hoodie that was almost always covering his head and part of his face, Eli was someone that generally had little to no presence. Despite his purple hair, he simply did not stand out in any way. Eli asked his one and only friend in class, ¡°Jansaint¡± ¡°Truth or dare?¡± ¡°Dare!¡± Jansaint responded in his usual enthusiastic manner. ¡°I dare you to give me your two tokens!¡± There was a moment of silent realisation, before several of his classmates burst into laughter. ~ What the heck is that? ~ ~ Why didn¡¯t I think of that? ~ Jansaint simply smiled and responded, ¡°I know we¡¯re friends man, but why would I accept that dare?¡± ¡°Isn¡¯t it obvious?¡± Jansaint just looked at him, puzzled. Eli sighed, this guy might be my friend, but he¡¯s not the brightest crayon in the box, that¡¯s for sure¡¯ ¡°Dude, if you don¡¯t give me two tokens, you will in any case end up having to give me one for failing the dare. However if you do, the teacher will give you three new tokens for completing the dare. It¡¯s losing one token versus gaining one token. Win, win¡± ¡°Ooooooh! Now I get it!¡± ¡°Let me stop you there¡±, Mr. Russel suddenly interjected. ¡°That¡¯s a bit of an obvious loophole and is basically forcing someone to give you their tokens. I am going to consider such a dare an attempt at stealing, in a loose sense. So we will not be allowing dares like that. You can give another dare though.¡± ¡°Fine. How about this then, Jansaint, I dare you to touch your ear with your elbow.¡± ¡°Haha. Why would you give me such an easy one?¡± Jansaint then proceeded to pull his arm and elbow back and try to touch his ear. Of course no matter how much he struggled, he could not do it. Towards the end of the attempt he was panting from exhaustion and making groaning sounds. Half the class had already started laughing from his antics. Yuki just rolled her eyes at the clown, doesn¡¯t the idiot know most human beings can¡¯t touch their ear with their elbow? Actually no-one¡¯s even mentioned it, I guess none of them know. Eventually Jansaint gave up and had to hand over a point to Eli.