You must choose between saving the life of another faction member, or obtaining a box of bottled water. You cannot do both. Which do you choose, and why?
Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2015 1:52 pm
Nate sat staring at the card with the strange ink blot smeared upon its surface, quite the cliché with his thumb and forefinger thoughtfully stroking his stubbled chin. For some reason he began to feel like a child attempting to stuff a round peg into a square hole. The more he looked at it the less it made sense, and he could tell the test giver was growing a bit weary of his continued silence. It wasn’t as though this was the hardest test he had ever taken, but for some reason it was certainly giving him a fair amount of problems.
With a sigh he leaned back into the semi comfortable armchair and tilted his head in order to gain a different perspective. After a moment he quickly straightened his back and snapped his fingers loudly. “A rotisserie styled chicken!” As if to explain how he had come to that answer he began drawing out the blot with his fingers. “See these are the wings and that center piece is the breast meat, the ‘W’ shape is the legs and the other blots make up the steam coming off.” He chuckled, pleased with his performance and a little bit hungrier for it. When was the last time he had even seen a rotisserie rack spinning and cooking a chicken to perfection? Would he ever see it again?
His thoughts switched gears as the card fell away and was placed back into the pile. “Interesting.” The assessor said before writing something down. For a moment Nate contemplated asking if he had passed or not but thought better of bringing his cheeky behavior into the office. This was supposed to be a professional matter after all, chicken or not. “Now then,” the psychologist began, steepling his fingers before going any further, “I have a question for you and I would like for you to answer it to the best of your abilities.” Nate suddenly began to feel as though he were in the hot seat waiting for someone to pass judgment on his soul, but he nodded nonetheless.
“You must choose between saving the life of another faction member, or obtaining a box of bottled water. You cannot do both. Which do you choose, and why?” The question hung over the room for a moment and Nate found himself listening to the rhythmic ticking of a desk clock. How many times had he learned about this in the Academy? But which route should he choose? His eyes fell to a hole in his jeans and remained there for what seemed like an eternity before he finally looked up.
“Though there are many other factors that have been left out of your question that would have helped me to decide,” he sighed, “I would still have to choose the box of bottled water.” Though the answer made him slightly uncomfortable he knew it to be the only one he could choose. “As much as I believe in never leaving a man behind, I also believe in putting the mission first.” His gaze shifted to the ceiling as he went on. “No one life should be valued over that of the whole.” Running his fingers through his hair he shook his head. “I would honestly hate to lose any one person, but I would also hate to be responsible for the death of numerous others due to the lack of a resource as valuable as water.”
Once more the assessor made a noncommittal sound and went back to their legal pad. “Thank you Nate, see you again for the next test.” And with that he was quickly dismissed from the room.
OOC
Character's name: Nathaniel Wolfe aka Nate Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:{X} Character's survival stats: Vitals BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER He is of a rather muscular physique, stands at approximately 6’3” and weighs in at 205 lbs. He is not so much bulky as he is toned. His skin is pale and he sports a hygienic amount of stubble, his hair is short, light brown and styled by running his fingers quickly through it.
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