To this day, we curse the Stupid Plot Twist™, and with good reason - Safiya's whirring mind was one of the greatest gifts brought to us by the Town of Everlock, and part of the spiraling number of reasons why Season 3 is considered the best season.
Yes, I know that this is late. Yes, I had homework and school (last day before Chinese New Year hols) today. Yes, I was exhausted when I finally found the right song for this at about 11pm last night, yet hadn't the motivation to write because of said exhaustion.
Anyway… school's out for the next couple of weeks or so, I have other projects to work on, and there are plenty of other complications ready for me, but hey, thank you for your patience while I handle my other issues.
I wake up with a little tale to tell
Biking to a town to save lives
Thinking it would all just be collaboration
She was right, but betrayal was too in order
And the lives to save suddenly included their own
Lady Luck was, frankly, not quite on her side that night
Clowns were no big deal to her
She buried herself in solving the mysteries
Like an Investigative Reporter would do
She distracted herself with saving a life
But at the back of her mind lingered the question
Of whether or not Joey held malicious intents
Her wit and astuteness guided her friends
Always on the lookout
Charging at clues as the vanguard
Not once was she placed on the battlefield
Where hopes and dreams of survival were dashed or possibly facilitated
It's because they need me, her mind supplied
Probability was the key to the game
And should she be able to control the odds
Perhaps she could see the sun rise again
And as the truth was spilt in tears and desperation
Yeah, right, she snarked inside… but what if he's right?
What were the odds of such magic of life?
Considering we got here via séance, I'd say, pretty high
So she let her conscience lead for once
And at the cost of the truth, they lost a fellow intellectual
Two investigators counted down to one
She had to lead now, no time to bounce
Puzzles hid the key to life
So when they lost another in an act of cold blood
Her heart ached and twitched
In fear she would be next
Thus she chose the other keen mind, in case
She couldn't beat the odds of this twisted game
The Funhouse was a place so heartless
Colours on full blast, yet it felt cold and ruthless
When she and Rosanna were the last ones standing
And they had boys in their hearts to protect
Instead, they sent out two best friends
Such were the cruel rules of the twisted town
Yet when a man of many faces entered the Lounge with purpose
Her mind was confounded, what are the odds of this?
There was no explanation, a Stupid Plot Twist™
And finally she got the gist
As a fish-hook was stained with sweater-red blood
The town had no rationality, only sadism
Took me about 20 minutes to cook this one of word count 387 up, the rest of the accounted time was format editing. And buying lunch.
The probability and twisting the odds thing was totally not from Film Theory's guide to surviving the Hunger Games.
DATE OF WRITING: 20 Jan 2020 (1319-1349)
DATE OF POSTING: 20 Jan 2020 (1435)