PesGaming Group Therapy
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PesGaming Group Therapy – Session 6
It was with apprehension that I opened the secure door into the therapy room. Were there to be two new attendees or just one? Were the survivors of the last session in any fit state to continue? How many would walk out this time?
The sight in front of me as I entered was rather unexpected. For one, they had obviously recovered Dragonfly’s chair, and hopefully cleaned it after its recent... ‘repositioning’. Yet both this chair and the one that Jin had vacated both sat empty.
The second surprise was Barndoor. He was no longer wearing his easily removed straight jacket, instead it had been seen fit to suspend him from the roof on a crudely attached meat hook using several, very sturdy looking chains.
“How are we doing today?” I asked. “Everyone in pretty much one piece?”
“Myheadhurstlikeafucker” said Dale.
“Okay. Let’s try something new here shall we?”
“Anything would be an improvement I’m sure” said Original? snidely.
“We’ll move on a few steps then...” I was interrupted by a knock at the door.
“Come in”
Papa entered, Hunter and Phatmann in tow, and between them a limp, hooded figure.
“New blood, Doctor.”
“Just the one?”
“No, no. The other patient is waiting outside”
The first was dumped unceremoniously onto the seat next to the gently swaying Barndoor. Hunter and Phatmann then went back to get the second. On the way past, Hunter gave Barndoor a push.
“You’ll regret the day your mother ever shat you out of her rotting cunt”
“Yeah Barndoor, whatever” said Hunter.
I rose from my seat, “Papa, I’d prefer if your goons didn’t rile the patients. Especially one you seem to have gone to such extremes to restrain”
“Quite” said Papa.
The security team returned with the second patient. I recognised him as soon as he came through the door. It was laughing Man.
I followed Papa out of the therapy room in the hope of getting answers.
“What the hell is he doing here?” I said, gesturing back into the room.
“You have a session to run, Doctor. Your patients are waiting.”
“Are you serious? I thought Laughing Man was part of the board?”
“The security door is open, Doctor. I suggest you attend to the immediate problem of Meyyappen trying to escape and come and see me after the session.” With that he turned away.
Turning back to the room I saw the lower legs and feet of someone being dragged back into the room. Taking a deep breath I walked back in.
“How?” I asked for the fourth time. Barndoor stared back at me.
“Did anyone help him? If you did I need to know now.”
From his new position, sat back in his chair, Barndoor grinned.
“I was only gone a minute, there’s no way he could’ve done it by himself”
The deafening silence persisted.
“Fine. Have it your way then. Just remember if he kills anyone that I warned you, okay?”
A mumbled voice came from the hooded figure.
“Barry, can you remove the hood please?”
“Why me?”
“Because Barndoor would likely remove the head as well”.
“Fair point.” He reached over and pulled the hood clear of the new attendee’s head.
Gasps of shock filled the room.
“Didn’t see that coming” I said.
“Neither did he looking at the bump on the back of his head!” added Original?
I had, had my suspicions about Papa, this latest surprise only helped to confirm them.
“Okay guys,” I looked at barndoor, “and especially you, lets keep this civil. No unnecessary violence until we’ve cleared this up.”
It was clear from the vacant expression and evidence of blood around the collar that the blow to the head had been quite severe.
Cookie pushed the obligatory piece of paper in front of me. The picture depicted the group, including its new additions stood in line at the top of a hill, on a street lined with houses. A road name was prominently displayed on the end house.
It read: “Shit Street”
It was with apprehension that I opened the secure door into the therapy room. Were there to be two new attendees or just one? Were the survivors of the last session in any fit state to continue? How many would walk out this time?
The sight in front of me as I entered was rather unexpected. For one, they had obviously recovered Dragonfly’s chair, and hopefully cleaned it after its recent... ‘repositioning’. Yet both this chair and the one that Jin had vacated both sat empty.
The second surprise was Barndoor. He was no longer wearing his easily removed straight jacket, instead it had been seen fit to suspend him from the roof on a crudely attached meat hook using several, very sturdy looking chains.
“How are we doing today?” I asked. “Everyone in pretty much one piece?”
“Myheadhurstlikeafucker” said Dale.
“Okay. Let’s try something new here shall we?”
“Anything would be an improvement I’m sure” said Original? snidely.
“We’ll move on a few steps then...” I was interrupted by a knock at the door.
“Come in”
Papa entered, Hunter and Phatmann in tow, and between them a limp, hooded figure.
“New blood, Doctor.”
“Just the one?”
“No, no. The other patient is waiting outside”
The first was dumped unceremoniously onto the seat next to the gently swaying Barndoor. Hunter and Phatmann then went back to get the second. On the way past, Hunter gave Barndoor a push.
“You’ll regret the day your mother ever shat you out of her rotting cunt”
“Yeah Barndoor, whatever” said Hunter.
I rose from my seat, “Papa, I’d prefer if your goons didn’t rile the patients. Especially one you seem to have gone to such extremes to restrain”
“Quite” said Papa.
The security team returned with the second patient. I recognised him as soon as he came through the door. It was laughing Man.
I followed Papa out of the therapy room in the hope of getting answers.
“What the hell is he doing here?” I said, gesturing back into the room.
“You have a session to run, Doctor. Your patients are waiting.”
“Are you serious? I thought Laughing Man was part of the board?”
“The security door is open, Doctor. I suggest you attend to the immediate problem of Meyyappen trying to escape and come and see me after the session.” With that he turned away.
Turning back to the room I saw the lower legs and feet of someone being dragged back into the room. Taking a deep breath I walked back in.
“How?” I asked for the fourth time. Barndoor stared back at me.
“Did anyone help him? If you did I need to know now.”
From his new position, sat back in his chair, Barndoor grinned.
“I was only gone a minute, there’s no way he could’ve done it by himself”
The deafening silence persisted.
“Fine. Have it your way then. Just remember if he kills anyone that I warned you, okay?”
A mumbled voice came from the hooded figure.
“Barry, can you remove the hood please?”
“Why me?”
“Because Barndoor would likely remove the head as well”.
“Fair point.” He reached over and pulled the hood clear of the new attendee’s head.
Gasps of shock filled the room.
“Didn’t see that coming” I said.
“Neither did he looking at the bump on the back of his head!” added Original?
I had, had my suspicions about Papa, this latest surprise only helped to confirm them.
“Okay guys,” I looked at barndoor, “and especially you, lets keep this civil. No unnecessary violence until we’ve cleared this up.”
It was clear from the vacant expression and evidence of blood around the collar that the blow to the head had been quite severe.
Cookie pushed the obligatory piece of paper in front of me. The picture depicted the group, including its new additions stood in line at the top of a hill, on a street lined with houses. A road name was prominently displayed on the end house.
It read: “Shit Street”
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PesGaming Group Therapy – Session 7
“We’re all truly fucked now!” laughed Barndoor.
“What does this mean?” asked Barry
“It means you’re up a fast flowing, shitty creek without a paddle!”
Barry lifted his feet a few inches higher.
“I think it’s obvious what has transpired” said Original? looking particularly smug with himself, “there has been a alteration in the balance of power.”
“You don’t say? I’d never have thought of that” Barndoor rolled his eyes.
The newly revealed attendee groaned. “Where am I?” he said.
Cookie began scribbling.
“It’s okay Cookie, I’ve got this one. You’re in one of my sessions Miggy.” I said.
Apart from the odd, “I guessed that”, and, “hmmm”, from Original?, the group listened attentively to Miggy’s story.
He had been sat at his desk perusing the latest issue of Just 17, (before he passed an interesting feature about Lizzy McGuire onto Barry :ninja: ) when Papa and his goons had burst into his office. Hunter and Phatmann had stood near the door while Papa continued toward the window on the far side. According to Miggy’s testimony, Papa had then distracted him with some pictures of naked ladies before clubbing him viciously on the back of the head several times.
Then a couple of times more to make him let go of the pictures.
“Did he not tell you of his nefarious intentions?” Asked Original?
“Nefari-what?” replied Miggy, somewhat dazed from the recent distressing removal from the presence of naked ladies.
“His plans...”
“Oh. No. Actually...” there was a pause. A pause that was normally filled in by the steering hand of Papa. “Err...yeah; actually he did say something about a ‘plant’ in the room”.
“A plant?” asked Barry. “Was it a cheese plant?”
Barndoor groaned loudly, “No, not a cheese plant, you fucking flatlander.”
“Wassitanicebouquetofflowersorsummink?” Said Dale.
“Shouldn’t you be fucking sober by now?”
“S’right!” slurred Dale while giving an unsteady thumbs up.
“I have an idea” Said TheBishop, “perhaps he was referring to someone put in the session on purpose to garner information. Or perhaps for some other underhanded deed...” he added.
All eyes turned to Barndoor.
“Oy fuckers, what are you all looking at me for?”
The unmistakable sound of chairs being scraped across the floor filled the room.
“You ungrateful bastards.”
“I can understand their concerns, Barndoor.” I said, “After all, you have single handedly, or with the aid of a chair, caused the demise of 3 of the group.”
“Fucking typical. You off a few headjobs and all of a sudden your public-fucking-enemy number one eh?”
“You can surely see the point though. If Papa wanted rid of certain people, it certainly wouldn’t hurt his reputation if a lunatic such as you happened to kill them during therapy sessions now, would it?”
“Yeah, it’s not as if you’re mad or anything” added TheBishop.
“Or from Stoke...” said Nath, miserably.
“It’s not Barndoor” Said Miggy. “He came here on my suggestion as all other correctional institutions had failed him.”
“Well, who then?”
Cookie held up a sheet with ‘Not me!’ in large letters.
“I reckon it’s Meyyappen” said Barndoor, “I suggest a severe buggering from each of us would get the truth out of him”
“I told you.” Said Dundons in a hushed voice.
“Sorry Dundons, what was that?”
“I told you Doc. I told you all. None of you believed me, but I did warn you”
“Warned us about what?”
“It’s been planned for millennia. It’s all written in secret texts in the Daily Mail letters columns...”
Original? turned sharply to face Dundons, “Seriously Dundons, your paranoia is becoming more than bothersome. At worst you are a paranoid delusional, at best a gibbering idiot.” He turned back to face Barndoor. “If you would be so kind?”
Barndoor stood, walked purposefully over to Dundons, knocked him out cold with one swipe of his malevolent fist, and then returned calmly to his seat as if nothing had happened.
“Right, that’s enough of that, thank you. Now, I’m going to see Papa and see if I can clear this mess up. You lot stay right here.” Stopping half way to the door I turned back, “oh, and no killing anyone please Barndoor.” Barndoor started to raise his hand. “And no, no buggering either.” Head shaking, his hand lowered.
I turned back towards the door. In the four strides it took to get there I contemplated what lay ahead. Would Papa actually let me speak to him about what was going on? Would I suffer the same fate as Miggy?
“We’re all truly fucked now!” laughed Barndoor.
“What does this mean?” asked Barry
“It means you’re up a fast flowing, shitty creek without a paddle!”
Barry lifted his feet a few inches higher.
“I think it’s obvious what has transpired” said Original? looking particularly smug with himself, “there has been a alteration in the balance of power.”
“You don’t say? I’d never have thought of that” Barndoor rolled his eyes.
The newly revealed attendee groaned. “Where am I?” he said.
Cookie began scribbling.
“It’s okay Cookie, I’ve got this one. You’re in one of my sessions Miggy.” I said.
Apart from the odd, “I guessed that”, and, “hmmm”, from Original?, the group listened attentively to Miggy’s story.
He had been sat at his desk perusing the latest issue of Just 17, (before he passed an interesting feature about Lizzy McGuire onto Barry :ninja: ) when Papa and his goons had burst into his office. Hunter and Phatmann had stood near the door while Papa continued toward the window on the far side. According to Miggy’s testimony, Papa had then distracted him with some pictures of naked ladies before clubbing him viciously on the back of the head several times.
Then a couple of times more to make him let go of the pictures.
“Did he not tell you of his nefarious intentions?” Asked Original?
“Nefari-what?” replied Miggy, somewhat dazed from the recent distressing removal from the presence of naked ladies.
“His plans...”
“Oh. No. Actually...” there was a pause. A pause that was normally filled in by the steering hand of Papa. “Err...yeah; actually he did say something about a ‘plant’ in the room”.
“A plant?” asked Barry. “Was it a cheese plant?”
Barndoor groaned loudly, “No, not a cheese plant, you fucking flatlander.”
“Wassitanicebouquetofflowersorsummink?” Said Dale.
“Shouldn’t you be fucking sober by now?”
“S’right!” slurred Dale while giving an unsteady thumbs up.
“I have an idea” Said TheBishop, “perhaps he was referring to someone put in the session on purpose to garner information. Or perhaps for some other underhanded deed...” he added.
All eyes turned to Barndoor.
“Oy fuckers, what are you all looking at me for?”
The unmistakable sound of chairs being scraped across the floor filled the room.
“You ungrateful bastards.”
“I can understand their concerns, Barndoor.” I said, “After all, you have single handedly, or with the aid of a chair, caused the demise of 3 of the group.”
“Fucking typical. You off a few headjobs and all of a sudden your public-fucking-enemy number one eh?”
“You can surely see the point though. If Papa wanted rid of certain people, it certainly wouldn’t hurt his reputation if a lunatic such as you happened to kill them during therapy sessions now, would it?”
“Yeah, it’s not as if you’re mad or anything” added TheBishop.
“Or from Stoke...” said Nath, miserably.
“It’s not Barndoor” Said Miggy. “He came here on my suggestion as all other correctional institutions had failed him.”
“Well, who then?”
Cookie held up a sheet with ‘Not me!’ in large letters.
“I reckon it’s Meyyappen” said Barndoor, “I suggest a severe buggering from each of us would get the truth out of him”
“I told you.” Said Dundons in a hushed voice.
“Sorry Dundons, what was that?”
“I told you Doc. I told you all. None of you believed me, but I did warn you”
“Warned us about what?”
“It’s been planned for millennia. It’s all written in secret texts in the Daily Mail letters columns...”
Original? turned sharply to face Dundons, “Seriously Dundons, your paranoia is becoming more than bothersome. At worst you are a paranoid delusional, at best a gibbering idiot.” He turned back to face Barndoor. “If you would be so kind?”
Barndoor stood, walked purposefully over to Dundons, knocked him out cold with one swipe of his malevolent fist, and then returned calmly to his seat as if nothing had happened.
“Right, that’s enough of that, thank you. Now, I’m going to see Papa and see if I can clear this mess up. You lot stay right here.” Stopping half way to the door I turned back, “oh, and no killing anyone please Barndoor.” Barndoor started to raise his hand. “And no, no buggering either.” Head shaking, his hand lowered.
I turned back towards the door. In the four strides it took to get there I contemplated what lay ahead. Would Papa actually let me speak to him about what was going on? Would I suffer the same fate as Miggy?
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For those who may (or not) be interested, this hasn't died any kind of death.
As you may have seen from another thread I have no longer got access to the site during work hours so it has delayed the issue of session 8.
It will be coming early next week
...once I get it off my work PC & bring it home :faceplm:
As you may have seen from another thread I have no longer got access to the site during work hours so it has delayed the issue of session 8.
It will be coming early next week
...once I get it off my work PC & bring it home :faceplm:
fick
Registered User
PesGaming Group Therapy – Session 8
The door was locked and my swipe card was no longer accepted. “Damn”, I thought.
“What’s up Doc? Changed your mind?” said Barry.
“Nope, it would appear my security card has been deactivated.”
There was a loud burst of laughter, followed by the sound of a deranged killer falling off his chair. “We really are all fucked now then, eh?” he laughed.
“So it would seem Barndoor, so it would seem.”
“So what now Doc?”
“I’m not sure Barry. We’re definitely in deep water though.”
Barry shrieked and jumped onto his chair.
“Sorry Barry, I didn’t mean it literally.”
The group sat motionless, as if waiting for some direction. I damn well hoped they weren’t waiting for me. If truth be told, I was as stuck for what to do next as they were.
Cookie held out a picture of himself shrugging his shoulders. A question mark carefully scribed into a small speech bubble coming from his mouth.
“You know what Cookie? I’m not sure.”
“We could pray for forgiveness and for God to help us in our hour of need.”
Barndoor let out a haughty laugh. “Hour of need?” he said, “You’ve been here six months you stupid bastard and no-ones helped you yet!”
“God works in mysterious ways” responded TheBishop, calmly.
“And U2 move in mysterious ways. Problem is neither is of any fucking use at the minute.”
“If you feel the need to pray TheBishop, then go ahead. If you want to pray for Barndoor as well it won’t hurt, after all if there is something beyond this life then he’ll need all the help he can get!”
“Very funny Doc.” Said Barndoor.
“Erm... excuse me, but has anyone noticed that Laughing Man hasn’t moved yet?” Said Nath.
On closer inspection it appeared that Laughing Man had sustained a similar injury to Miggy. Only with slightly more severe consequences than just a headache.
I checked for a pulse. “Dead.”
“Why put a dead guy in here?” said Nath.
“To make a change from taking them out?” said Barndoor mischievously.
“Perhaps they didn’t realise they killed him” proffered Barry
“Or perhaps, they knew they had killed him and it was a ploy to scare us” added Dale.
“Why try and scare us with a dead body when...” Barry paused and looked suspiciously at Dale. “What did you just say?”
Dale hiccupped, “whasssat?” he slurred.
“I suggest rather than worrying about the presence of a deceased individual that we endeavour to ascertain who the insider is before we meet the same fate.” Said Original?, taking advantage of Barry’s sudden distraction.
“I’ll find out who it is, starting with Meyyappen...” said Barndoor, rising from his chair. Before anyone could stop him (not that anyone appeared to try) he had Meyyappen pinned to the wall by his neck.
“So, you malodorous little cunt, we know you’re the snitch. Time for your faggoty little arse to spill the beans. Then perhaps a little blood.”
“It wasn’t me!” protested Meyyappen with a girlish squeak.
“As much as it pains me to admit it, it isn’t Meyyappen” I said.
“How can you be so sure Doc?” asked Miggy. Cookie held up a picture of a question mark.
“Simple. Papa is a ruthless individual, right? Would he really trust a measly little gnat who is likely to tell everything at the first sign of trouble? Very unlikely.”
“Good point.” Said Miggy.
“But surely that’s just supposition?” said Original?
“Well, not wholly. When Miggy and Laughing man were brought in, I went out to speak to Papa. While papa didn’t actually tell me what was going on, he did point out that Meyyappen was trying to escape the room.”
“So?”
“So, if Meyyappen had been the inside man, would Papa want to leave someone in here who might have incriminating information?”
“You sound like you know who it is.” Said Barry.
“Actually, I have a pretty good idea.”
“This should be enlightening”, sneered Original?
The door was locked and my swipe card was no longer accepted. “Damn”, I thought.
“What’s up Doc? Changed your mind?” said Barry.
“Nope, it would appear my security card has been deactivated.”
There was a loud burst of laughter, followed by the sound of a deranged killer falling off his chair. “We really are all fucked now then, eh?” he laughed.
“So it would seem Barndoor, so it would seem.”
“So what now Doc?”
“I’m not sure Barry. We’re definitely in deep water though.”
Barry shrieked and jumped onto his chair.
“Sorry Barry, I didn’t mean it literally.”
The group sat motionless, as if waiting for some direction. I damn well hoped they weren’t waiting for me. If truth be told, I was as stuck for what to do next as they were.
Cookie held out a picture of himself shrugging his shoulders. A question mark carefully scribed into a small speech bubble coming from his mouth.
“You know what Cookie? I’m not sure.”
“We could pray for forgiveness and for God to help us in our hour of need.”
Barndoor let out a haughty laugh. “Hour of need?” he said, “You’ve been here six months you stupid bastard and no-ones helped you yet!”
“God works in mysterious ways” responded TheBishop, calmly.
“And U2 move in mysterious ways. Problem is neither is of any fucking use at the minute.”
“If you feel the need to pray TheBishop, then go ahead. If you want to pray for Barndoor as well it won’t hurt, after all if there is something beyond this life then he’ll need all the help he can get!”
“Very funny Doc.” Said Barndoor.
“Erm... excuse me, but has anyone noticed that Laughing Man hasn’t moved yet?” Said Nath.
On closer inspection it appeared that Laughing Man had sustained a similar injury to Miggy. Only with slightly more severe consequences than just a headache.
I checked for a pulse. “Dead.”
“Why put a dead guy in here?” said Nath.
“To make a change from taking them out?” said Barndoor mischievously.
“Perhaps they didn’t realise they killed him” proffered Barry
“Or perhaps, they knew they had killed him and it was a ploy to scare us” added Dale.
“Why try and scare us with a dead body when...” Barry paused and looked suspiciously at Dale. “What did you just say?”
Dale hiccupped, “whasssat?” he slurred.
“I suggest rather than worrying about the presence of a deceased individual that we endeavour to ascertain who the insider is before we meet the same fate.” Said Original?, taking advantage of Barry’s sudden distraction.
“I’ll find out who it is, starting with Meyyappen...” said Barndoor, rising from his chair. Before anyone could stop him (not that anyone appeared to try) he had Meyyappen pinned to the wall by his neck.
“So, you malodorous little cunt, we know you’re the snitch. Time for your faggoty little arse to spill the beans. Then perhaps a little blood.”
“It wasn’t me!” protested Meyyappen with a girlish squeak.
“As much as it pains me to admit it, it isn’t Meyyappen” I said.
“How can you be so sure Doc?” asked Miggy. Cookie held up a picture of a question mark.
“Simple. Papa is a ruthless individual, right? Would he really trust a measly little gnat who is likely to tell everything at the first sign of trouble? Very unlikely.”
“Good point.” Said Miggy.
“But surely that’s just supposition?” said Original?
“Well, not wholly. When Miggy and Laughing man were brought in, I went out to speak to Papa. While papa didn’t actually tell me what was going on, he did point out that Meyyappen was trying to escape the room.”
“So?”
“So, if Meyyappen had been the inside man, would Papa want to leave someone in here who might have incriminating information?”
“You sound like you know who it is.” Said Barry.
“Actually, I have a pretty good idea.”
“This should be enlightening”, sneered Original?
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PesGaming Group Therapy – Session 9
“...and that’s why I believe it’s him.” I finished, to a room of stunned faces, barring one who was now bound using the remnants of Barndoor’s restraints.
“Are you serious?” said Miggy.
“I’m afraid so. It’s the only plausible answer.”
“But he seems such a nice guy, I can’t understand it”
“A muffled voice from the floor protested “I am!” it said.
“Looks can be deceiving, Miggy.”
“So why did he do it?”
“That I don’t know.”
“Perhaps we should go back to my previous plan of fudging it out of him” suggested Barndoor.
“Sorry Barndoor, but I don’t think that will be necessary.”
“Too fucking right” said the muffled voice.
I looked at the now despondent heap on the floor. It had been obvious really. He had after all been the one with the least plausible reason for being here. The ridiculous ‘drunk’ act had been initially amusing, but pointless after the first session. Dale looked back at me with what seemed to be a look of fear in his eyes. Either that or trapped wind. Next to him lay the lifeless body of Meyyappen. My gaze shifted to Barndoor.
“Oh, don’t look at me like that Doc. You should’ve told me to let him down before you started telling us who the snitch was.”
“Surely that was obvious?” I said.
“I got distracted.” Barndoor’s face was straight when he said this, but there was no mistaking the gleam of pleasure in his eyes.
All eyes turned back to Dale.
“Remove the gag” I said.
“About time!” said Dale, “did you have to use Barndoor’s underwear as the gag, seriously?”
“No, but it seemed like a good idea at the time” grinned Barndoor.
“Alright Dale, time for some answers.”
“Fine, Doc. What do you want to know?”
“What’s Papa’s game?”
“PES” Dale answered with a glib smile.
“Ok, let me re-phrase that. What’s he up to?”
“About his third season on the Master league” came another mocking retort.
Original?, showing poorly disguised frustration, took over.
“Dale, presuming you are sentient of anything at all, it would be prudent for you to acquaint us with all pertinent information you have vis-à-vis the strategy that Papa has for us and additionally for this here establishment.”
Dale looked at me.
“What the fuck did he just call me?”
“What he means is, tell us everything or it could end up being pretty uncomfortable for you”. I said.
“Well why the hell didn’t he just say that?”
Dale went on for some time. He told us how he came to be involved with what was to become the Papa Corp, an evil hotchpotch of likeminded schemers intent on global domination. Papa was the spearhead. The Don. The top dog. The leading light. The gaffa’. The main man. Barndoor had kicked Dale violently in the nether regions by this point to move the story on.
From what Dale could tell, Papa’s scheme would involve the use of psychiatric patients as an army. Groups like the one we were in were being ‘tested’ all over the world for suitable candidates, preferably those without any morals or the capability of understanding what a moral was. Dale’s task had been to monitor our group for such suitable candidates and report back.
“So why the crap drunk act?” I asked.
“I was trying to be an idiot so I’d blend in”
“Strangely enough, you’re doing a better job of that now than before” said Miggy.
“Yeah, fuck you too.”
Cookie raised a hand.
“Go ahead Cookie”
The picture he handed me consisted of three well crafted words: ‘what now Doc?’
“I suggest...” Barndoor began.
“Barndoor, please tell me this doesn’t involve any acts of necrophilia on Meyyappen” I said.
“No!” he protested loudly. “I was going to say, we should arse rape Hunter and Phatmann’s mothers until they beg their sons to let us out.”
“Fascinating plan Barndoor” said Original? “However, I can see one substantial flaw to your otherwise inspiring scheme.” He pointed towards the locked door.
“Bugger”
“I though that was your plan anyway Barndoor?” said Barry.
“Why don’t we just use a key?” asked Nath.
“Because we don’t have one?” replied Original? sarcastically.
“What about this one I found in Laughing Man’s pocket?
All eyes looked at Nath.
“I know, it’s ‘cos I’m from Stoke.” he said sheepishly.
Barndoor rose from his seat with a new found vigour. “Right you daft slice, get that fucking door open now. It’s time for some arse tenderising... Barndoor style.” he said.
“...and that’s why I believe it’s him.” I finished, to a room of stunned faces, barring one who was now bound using the remnants of Barndoor’s restraints.
“Are you serious?” said Miggy.
“I’m afraid so. It’s the only plausible answer.”
“But he seems such a nice guy, I can’t understand it”
“A muffled voice from the floor protested “I am!” it said.
“Looks can be deceiving, Miggy.”
“So why did he do it?”
“That I don’t know.”
“Perhaps we should go back to my previous plan of fudging it out of him” suggested Barndoor.
“Sorry Barndoor, but I don’t think that will be necessary.”
“Too fucking right” said the muffled voice.
I looked at the now despondent heap on the floor. It had been obvious really. He had after all been the one with the least plausible reason for being here. The ridiculous ‘drunk’ act had been initially amusing, but pointless after the first session. Dale looked back at me with what seemed to be a look of fear in his eyes. Either that or trapped wind. Next to him lay the lifeless body of Meyyappen. My gaze shifted to Barndoor.
“Oh, don’t look at me like that Doc. You should’ve told me to let him down before you started telling us who the snitch was.”
“Surely that was obvious?” I said.
“I got distracted.” Barndoor’s face was straight when he said this, but there was no mistaking the gleam of pleasure in his eyes.
All eyes turned back to Dale.
“Remove the gag” I said.
“About time!” said Dale, “did you have to use Barndoor’s underwear as the gag, seriously?”
“No, but it seemed like a good idea at the time” grinned Barndoor.
“Alright Dale, time for some answers.”
“Fine, Doc. What do you want to know?”
“What’s Papa’s game?”
“PES” Dale answered with a glib smile.
“Ok, let me re-phrase that. What’s he up to?”
“About his third season on the Master league” came another mocking retort.
Original?, showing poorly disguised frustration, took over.
“Dale, presuming you are sentient of anything at all, it would be prudent for you to acquaint us with all pertinent information you have vis-à-vis the strategy that Papa has for us and additionally for this here establishment.”
Dale looked at me.
“What the fuck did he just call me?”
“What he means is, tell us everything or it could end up being pretty uncomfortable for you”. I said.
“Well why the hell didn’t he just say that?”
Dale went on for some time. He told us how he came to be involved with what was to become the Papa Corp, an evil hotchpotch of likeminded schemers intent on global domination. Papa was the spearhead. The Don. The top dog. The leading light. The gaffa’. The main man. Barndoor had kicked Dale violently in the nether regions by this point to move the story on.
From what Dale could tell, Papa’s scheme would involve the use of psychiatric patients as an army. Groups like the one we were in were being ‘tested’ all over the world for suitable candidates, preferably those without any morals or the capability of understanding what a moral was. Dale’s task had been to monitor our group for such suitable candidates and report back.
“So why the crap drunk act?” I asked.
“I was trying to be an idiot so I’d blend in”
“Strangely enough, you’re doing a better job of that now than before” said Miggy.
“Yeah, fuck you too.”
Cookie raised a hand.
“Go ahead Cookie”
The picture he handed me consisted of three well crafted words: ‘what now Doc?’
“I suggest...” Barndoor began.
“Barndoor, please tell me this doesn’t involve any acts of necrophilia on Meyyappen” I said.
“No!” he protested loudly. “I was going to say, we should arse rape Hunter and Phatmann’s mothers until they beg their sons to let us out.”
“Fascinating plan Barndoor” said Original? “However, I can see one substantial flaw to your otherwise inspiring scheme.” He pointed towards the locked door.
“Bugger”
“I though that was your plan anyway Barndoor?” said Barry.
“Why don’t we just use a key?” asked Nath.
“Because we don’t have one?” replied Original? sarcastically.
“What about this one I found in Laughing Man’s pocket?
All eyes looked at Nath.
“I know, it’s ‘cos I’m from Stoke.” he said sheepishly.
Barndoor rose from his seat with a new found vigour. “Right you daft slice, get that fucking door open now. It’s time for some arse tenderising... Barndoor style.” he said.
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PesGaming Group Therapy – Session 10
And so it was that the group piled from the room. Then went back again to get Dundons.
Using Dale as a human shield we progressed through the corridors. Surprisingly there was no resistance, not until we arrived at the office of the now deposed Miggy. Phatmann, who had been standing guard outside, turned and darted through the office door. We followed.
With Dale still held aloft, Barndoor lead the way.
“Welcome gentlemen”, came the voice of Papa from a high backed chair at the rear of the office, currently facing away from us. “So glad you could make it.”
“Okay Papa, what the fuck is going on here?” I asked, angrily.
“I have no time to answer any questions at present. Please, take a seat; this will only take a few minutes.”
Behind us was a row of plastic chairs, akin to the type you’d find in a school. Begrudgingly, we sat.
“I would guess that by now you have some idea of my plans. Dale however is not part of them, so if you haven’t already, you are more than welcome to dispose of him.”
I raised my arm, signalling to Barndoor to delay that offer. At least until later.
Papa continued. “You have all done well and as such I am willing to offer you all a part in my army. You will be fed and clothed, those sentient enough will also receive some payment for their services. If you refuse, then Hunter here will put a bullet in your head.”
Phatmann’s eyes darted nervously towards the chair. On closer inspection it was apparent that Hunter was not in the room. It was even more apparent that Phatmann was only holding a taser.
“Now?” Barndoor asked.
“Now.”
With Dale still firmly in his grasp, Barndoor shot forwards with alarming speed. In a blind panic Phatmann let loose with the taser gun, but only hit the prone Dale square in the genitals. As Dale’s pulsating body hit the floor Barndoor continued his charge, flattening Phatmann’s body against the hard concrete wall. The sickening crunch that accompanied the impact made it quite clear Phatmann was no longer a threat. Turning with all the grace of a pregnant hippo, yet with the speed of a gazelle, Barndoor made for the chair and span it around to face the rest of the group.
It was empty, bar a small MP3 player and speaker. The voice of Papa continued, unabated and most likely, unaware.
“Hunter? Take those that agree to join to the prep chamber. The rest? Kill Them. That is all.”
“I think he’s hiding somewhere else” said TheBishop. Several pairs of eyes rolled in their sockets.
“What should we do with Dale?”
“Leave him here Barry. I think he’s had enough of a shock already today.” I said.
“I assume you intend to release this group of unstable personalities from their secure environment into the general populace then? Said Original?
“What else am I supposed to do?”
“Well, Miggy is still here and is still therefore in charge of this enterprise.”
It was a good point.
“Fine. First though, I suggest we use all available hands to find and hopefully stop Papa”.
Before anyone could move, there was a loud gunshot, followed by Dundon’s gibbering body hitting the floor, a pool of claret liquid oozing slowly from a hole in his chest. “Didn’t see that coming” he groaned.
A second shot grazed past Cookie, taking his small collection of pens from his top pocket. In panic, the now mute artist held up a blank sheet of paper then dove behind a nearby set of drawers. The third shot hit an unflinching Barndoor in the shoulder. He looked at the growing red stain developing, smiled, then charged towards the door.
There was no way Hunter could’ve seen it coming. Barndoor hefted the door from its hinges and beat the gun wielding henchman to the floor. Casting the door aside for a more ‘personal’ approach, Barndoor began to rain punches down on the now prone Hunter. There was no pattern to the attack, just pure malice.
Eventually, the thuds turned to squelches, to splats. A blood soaked Barndoor stood upright and turned to the stunned faces in the room
“Told the cunt he’d regret being born.”
I looked at the rag-tag remains of the group.
“Miggy, you stay here and get onto the authorities. Let them know what’s going on.”
“Why can’t I do that?” said TheBishop, “I’d be no good in a fight, I’m a pacifist”
“Because you’re a mental patient, no-one would believe you.”
“Yeah, and if you don’t come with us, I pass-a-fist at your fucking head” added Barndoor. TheBishop whimpered.
“What are you going to do Doc?” said Miggy.
“We, my friend, are going to put a stop to Papa’s plan, once and for all...”
And so it was that the group piled from the room. Then went back again to get Dundons.
Using Dale as a human shield we progressed through the corridors. Surprisingly there was no resistance, not until we arrived at the office of the now deposed Miggy. Phatmann, who had been standing guard outside, turned and darted through the office door. We followed.
With Dale still held aloft, Barndoor lead the way.
“Welcome gentlemen”, came the voice of Papa from a high backed chair at the rear of the office, currently facing away from us. “So glad you could make it.”
“Okay Papa, what the fuck is going on here?” I asked, angrily.
“I have no time to answer any questions at present. Please, take a seat; this will only take a few minutes.”
Behind us was a row of plastic chairs, akin to the type you’d find in a school. Begrudgingly, we sat.
“I would guess that by now you have some idea of my plans. Dale however is not part of them, so if you haven’t already, you are more than welcome to dispose of him.”
I raised my arm, signalling to Barndoor to delay that offer. At least until later.
Papa continued. “You have all done well and as such I am willing to offer you all a part in my army. You will be fed and clothed, those sentient enough will also receive some payment for their services. If you refuse, then Hunter here will put a bullet in your head.”
Phatmann’s eyes darted nervously towards the chair. On closer inspection it was apparent that Hunter was not in the room. It was even more apparent that Phatmann was only holding a taser.
“Now?” Barndoor asked.
“Now.”
With Dale still firmly in his grasp, Barndoor shot forwards with alarming speed. In a blind panic Phatmann let loose with the taser gun, but only hit the prone Dale square in the genitals. As Dale’s pulsating body hit the floor Barndoor continued his charge, flattening Phatmann’s body against the hard concrete wall. The sickening crunch that accompanied the impact made it quite clear Phatmann was no longer a threat. Turning with all the grace of a pregnant hippo, yet with the speed of a gazelle, Barndoor made for the chair and span it around to face the rest of the group.
It was empty, bar a small MP3 player and speaker. The voice of Papa continued, unabated and most likely, unaware.
“Hunter? Take those that agree to join to the prep chamber. The rest? Kill Them. That is all.”
“I think he’s hiding somewhere else” said TheBishop. Several pairs of eyes rolled in their sockets.
“What should we do with Dale?”
“Leave him here Barry. I think he’s had enough of a shock already today.” I said.
“I assume you intend to release this group of unstable personalities from their secure environment into the general populace then? Said Original?
“What else am I supposed to do?”
“Well, Miggy is still here and is still therefore in charge of this enterprise.”
It was a good point.
“Fine. First though, I suggest we use all available hands to find and hopefully stop Papa”.
Before anyone could move, there was a loud gunshot, followed by Dundon’s gibbering body hitting the floor, a pool of claret liquid oozing slowly from a hole in his chest. “Didn’t see that coming” he groaned.
A second shot grazed past Cookie, taking his small collection of pens from his top pocket. In panic, the now mute artist held up a blank sheet of paper then dove behind a nearby set of drawers. The third shot hit an unflinching Barndoor in the shoulder. He looked at the growing red stain developing, smiled, then charged towards the door.
There was no way Hunter could’ve seen it coming. Barndoor hefted the door from its hinges and beat the gun wielding henchman to the floor. Casting the door aside for a more ‘personal’ approach, Barndoor began to rain punches down on the now prone Hunter. There was no pattern to the attack, just pure malice.
Eventually, the thuds turned to squelches, to splats. A blood soaked Barndoor stood upright and turned to the stunned faces in the room
“Told the cunt he’d regret being born.”
I looked at the rag-tag remains of the group.
“Miggy, you stay here and get onto the authorities. Let them know what’s going on.”
“Why can’t I do that?” said TheBishop, “I’d be no good in a fight, I’m a pacifist”
“Because you’re a mental patient, no-one would believe you.”
“Yeah, and if you don’t come with us, I pass-a-fist at your fucking head” added Barndoor. TheBishop whimpered.
“What are you going to do Doc?” said Miggy.
“We, my friend, are going to put a stop to Papa’s plan, once and for all...”