OT Team Vs. School Shooters: Ep. 1.

Friday, March 6th, 9:11 AM, OTVille’s School of Shitposting.

Niceman’s POV

Welcome to OTVille’s SoS, a 12 year program for OTers to become professional shitposters. I am interviewing the school with co-workers Madjedi and SerbianGirl. We will be shortly walking into the main classroom to see the kids being instructed on the fundamentals of shitposting.

I knock on the door and slowly open it. The kids were working on an assignment. Looking around, I awed. The classroom was a giant, auditorium-like area. Filled with rows of seats, students, papers, and abstract artwork. A giant chandelier illuminated the entire classroom, with an extra few lights to light up the dark spots. Suddenly, Serb nudged me. “Uuh, let’s get going.” she said. I shook my head and walked in. The kids were all staring at me with a cocked head. “Hello everyone! My name is Niceman, and I’m coming in to observe how you work. Don’t mind us.” I said nervously. The teacher put his stick down and turned. He looked at me in shock. I knew who he was. The eyepatch, the bandaged head, and the smirk. It was Zam. “I thought I heard the name Niceman. What the hell are you doing here?”

“Examining. To see if you do a good job teaching.” I explained.

“Go ahead in. I don’t bite.”

“You didn’t say that in the HQ!”

I glared at him. Madjedi and Serb pushed me and gestured me to the top row. I slowly walked up the wooden stairs and shoved my body into a desk. Serbiangirl and Madjedi sat in the two seats on my left and right. Serb and I were watching Abraaz draw a penis on his worksheet, and Madjedi glanced at George, looking at a porn magazine. “These kids are trouble” I whispered to Serbiangirl. “Americans, eh?” she whispered back. I stood up to go observe the classroom. There were about 10 kids in the room. Abraaz, Georgekiller, qwerty, cesarcurado, Gabidou, Sabercow, ZShadow, greg, Waffle, and SFJ were all sitting and doing their work. “So, Zam. Why are you a teacher?”

“I’m a smart man. I also had a degree in teaching. I decided to work here to teach kids how to do what we do best; Shitposting.” I smirked. “Well, I know you’re a good one. Go teach em’, I’ve seen enough.” I gestured Serb and Madjedi towards the door, and I opened it for them. Both of them walked out of the room, and I waved my hand goodbye as I left the room. One of the kids gave me the middle finger after I closed the door, and I flipped him off back.

“Jedi, Serb, let’s get going. This place is a shithole.” I said, in a somewhat loud tone. “Alright. We better get going quick. I’m fucking hungry.” he replied. “Yea. My stomach is almost speaking to me. Let’s go!” Serbiangirl added. I pointed forward and marched to the entrance, no more than 50 feet away. While marching, I was looking around in the hallway. Holes filled the walls. Graffiti was sprayed across the hard floors and the roof, no more than 8 feet high. Suddenly, I heard a giant explosion. It felt like it was near the cafeteria, which is very close to the classroom. “Stay still!” I yelled. Serb ducked and Madjedi pulled out his gun. I grabbed my sidearm, and I stayed alert. The ceiling was shaking, lights waving around like a kite. BOOM! Another explosion, not more than 10 feet away from us. The blast blew me back. It was from the Lobby. I lay on my back, confused. Who would be doing this?

I slowly got up to my feet. Serbgirl and Madjedi were up, both stumbling. I patted Serb on the back and held her hand. “We’ll get through this. I’ve been through a lot. I’ve lost many people in my life. Niubi and MmeBunneh to name a few. I know how to work in situations like these.” I explained. She smiled and nodded. Madjedi yelled to turn around, and I looked in shock. What stood in front of me, no more than 10 feet away, was Elliot Rodger, Dylan Klebold, and Eric Harris.

To Be Continued.