Key: Jackpot700
Character name : Neach
Race : Kai
Age : Adulthood (14)
Alignment : forced-neutral
Topic : Shrewd
Rank : Checkpoint Guardian

	The hum of electronics filled the room, small sparks and flashes of light lit the area. A group of researchers who were dressed in white lab coats with note pads in hand were listening to a speakerphone that gave them instructions. Through a plane of glass the scientists observed a man sitting in a chair, he had overgrown facial hair but was bald on the head and his clothing was that of someone you would find living on the street. He sat at a desk and stared at seemingly nothing, a camera watched him from within the room, it had the insides of a interrogation room. The disheveled looking man turned his head towards the glass where the researches were writing down notes on the man's actions from the other side. One turned to another "He can't see us can he?" stating as he wrote down the most recent move. Another replied in quick fashion, "Of course not, I'm not getting paid enough for that kind of risk" as the speaker began to blare instructions once again.

	A door slowly opened, the creaking sound caused the subject to raise his head to the entrance. "Subject 443 . . . Uhh, no visible wounds of selfharm or side effects, status of four hundred and forty third appears to be healthy." A lab coated scientist entered the room as he pressed the pause button on his tape recorder, he sat in a chair across the man who was already seated. Adjusting his glasses he took his look at the unkempt man who was the center of a 30 year long research, not many had gotten the chance to meet him. To a unadvised watcher it would seem the man was brain dead, his physical appearance was broken and tattered but his mind was the answer to so many of the forever-thought unknowable questions. He opened a drawer in the desk which was locked under key, inserting it he had a struggle to get it open, a few times he had to budge but each time he did a frown grew on the subject's face more and more. "Ahh there we go" the man stated with satisfaction as he pulled out a file from the drawer and a small pill, on the file was the number 443 along with several unchecked boxes indicating a list of questions.

	A red alarm light filled the area where the researches had once stood, in each spot where they had, they were now slumped to the floor, lifeless with puzzled looks on their faces. The hum of workers toying away with their objects was no longer there, instead it was replaced with a deadly silence, a silence that was observed everywhere but inside the glass paneled room. The scientist that had come to interview 443 was now crying and inconsolable, next to him was his tape recorder which was stuck on an endless loop. "Now take the pill and we can beg-" Before the circumstances which we are, we return to. 443 grabbed the pill with a surprising speed, interjecting the researcher and catching him off-guard causing him to stop mid-sentence, mouthing it down as fast as he possibly could the subject now had a frantic look in his eyes as he chewed down on the pill, he had waited many months in anticipation for this, for once his power to judge returned he would be making his escape. 3 men entered the room in prison-guard-esque uniforms with tazer guns aimed and ready, but before they could take action they were ushered away with a wave of a hand from the scientist who was leading the experiment, a mixture of pride and awe was on his face as he thought to himself. -'Has subject 443 finally done it!?'- Before another thought could be uttered a audible 'gulp' was heard, the only one to speak next was 443 who spoke a thousand truths that day. The scientist was told his own deepest and darkest fear and how it would come to light, 443 escaping, all the people that would die by encounter, a world without lies or secrets.

													The idea I was trying to tell in this story
													Bad guy scientists make truth-serum
													Never works, it's shit for long time, 30 years.
													I'll admit I have written anything in a long time.
													So truth serum gives 443 ability to tell people
													a truth that is so unwanted/hidden within themself
													that they just die. That's why researches have puzzl'd
													when they all ded and why one dude is left alive to be
													crying bitch for rest of his life  because he basically
													torture 443 cause yknow, there was 442 others that didn't make it
													you'd assume right.