Chapter 187 - My SI Stash #87 - Game Over by Timeandvlove (SawXMulticross) (2/2)

”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 f_u_c_k!”

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. F_u_c_k. 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 f_u_c_k_i_n_g 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.