Not Athletic, Social, Fight

Your name is Kim. That much you can remember.

"Ugh, I can't believe this is happening! Stupid ass computer." You say angerly as you exit.

The door closes behind you and you can't see anything for a short while.

"Player is emotionally distressed. Initiating Game 3 for Player Kim" Says the computer.

How does it know my name?

Then right in front of you an outline of a door lights up, all white.

You creep forward careful not to seem too eager. Then feel around the door for some sort of handle. Not finding one, you just push on one side and the door easily starts to open.

Your jaw drops with what you see. Floor to wall, covered in white padding, just like you normally see in mental institutes on movies.

"Game, Trivia! You will be made to wear a straight jacket, if you get more then one out of the three questions wrong, it will be permanently locked on you. This game is made to make sure the player is mentally capable of playing. Please step forward Player Kim."

A straightjacket was then lowered from the ceiling with the open part facing you.

You growl under your breath. How dare this stupid machine think it can test my sanity in a few questions. I'll show it. You step forward, hearing the door shut behind you.

You did not realize that maybe the computer chose this game because you insulted it.

"Player must wear item during trivia to prevent possible escape."

You frown but step up to the straight jacket and slide your arms into the sleeves, feeling almost a little aroused.

"Very good. Player Kim, your first question is what is 2 plus 2?" Asks the computer.

"4" You reply. Obviously.

"1 correct question, 0 incorrect. Next question. What color does a gold leaf appear if you hold it up to the light?"

What? You had no idea. Well the first question was simple and there wasn't really a point in trying to figure it out so you went with "Gold."

"Incorrect. The right answer was green. 1 correct question, 1 incorrect. Last question. If player Kim guesses wrong then--"

"Yea yea, I'll be bound forever."

There was a silent moment before "Player also interrupted narrator. Punishment updated difficultly. ****."

What?!?

"Hey! That's not fair!" You yelled.

"Final question."

You quiet down so you could make sure to hear it. It seemed this thing hated you so it probably wouldn't repeat the question if you asked.

"Who is the Authors favorite EDM band?"

Excuse me? Who the fuck is the Author.