Poll for next universe in my profile page. If you don't like people being blown up, this chapter probably isn't your cup of tea.

I flicked a drop of blood at the door wards. My hitpoints dropped down by one, permanently I felt, as the sacrifice took hold. Nope.

I quickly began rehearing in my bomb safety rules. Get something between you and the bomb, get as much distance as you could. I started propping up books, desks and tables around the bomb as I looked around for an out, collapsing my knife and holding it firm.

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Mad scientist was well up to the task. The legendary skill let me construct the little fort quickly and efficiently, propping up as many barriers as I could, and securing the bomb so anything violent I did wouldn't shake it. There couldn't be much explosive in there. My mind flashed back to a memory of two kilograms of tnt exploding a concrete block I'd seen on youtube, and the way it wrecked the trailer further away than I could get in this room.

"Fuck."

A little was too much. I couldn't trust my memory of Saw 3 either. This was a trap meant for me so Jigsaw or Amanda or whoever could have used stronger explosives or more.

Maybe I could smash through the walls? The antimagic didn't stop momentum, so if I picked up something heavy I might be able to ram way through. I was very strong, and a few planks nailed across the wall wouldn't stop me. I need more knowledge.

I purchased one of my Mad scientist perks.

Civil engineering. Legendary perk. You have achieved a basic competency at developing buildings. You do double damage against buildings, and can build them twice as fast. Once a day, you can find a key weakness in a building structure, if present. 100 points.

I triggered clear mind, speeding up my thoughts. I was burning through my expendables, but it was better than a bomb burning through my flesh.

I looked around quickly. Walls all looked secure, solidly blocked off. I could break through if I had time, but I didn't. Ceiling was bowed. They had done something up there to block it off. They knew my tricks.

They hadn't done anything to the ground. I guess it would reveal their tricks if they did something there, and it was pretty fiddly to access.

New Jersey had harsh winters, so a lot of houses and schools had basements. That kept them below the freeze line, which was how deep the ground froze in winters. They flooded and had other issues, but they were pretty common. I tapped my foot on the floor.

Wisdom check succeed. 15/10

Success. Mad Scientist was C rank, and it was legendary which made it a whole rank better, and I had a perk to buff it. I was almost A ranked at this sort of task.

I could hear the echo of the basement below. There was a pretty solid foundation below, but it didn't sound like more than wood. No ting of metal poles added or anything.

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I needed to clear this electrical debuff. I purchased rank D of desperate struggle, triggering it twice. My muscles calmed as I forced the pain away, some of them tearing with the strain. I picked up a desk that looked like it was made of solid wood, and slammed it down on the floor with all my might, triggering my perks. The desk splintered, as expected for them being the cheapest manufacturer.

120 damage done.

I picked up another and slammed it down on the floor.

Floor. This is a floor. It keeps people out of basements. Hitpoints 760/1000. 2 armor

There was pretty thick wood under the floor. I guess it had to be thick to keep jumping kids from cracking it, and to carry all those desks. I was running low on desks as well, and it was taking longer to get the further away ones.

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I needed a critical hit. I scanned through the dust and mess below the floor at the planks, looking for any weakness- there. A crack. Mold and age had weakened the plank there. If I focused my strength on that single point I could break it.

I picked up the teacher's desk, the heaviest yet, around 100 kilos or 220 pounds in freedom units, and triggered my perk.

Drug fueled strength. By use of steroids and extensive workouts, you have pushed your strength beyond normal mortal limits. You can do impressive feats, and once a day do a feat with 10 extra strength. 50 points.

I got back to the edge of the classroom with it, and then ran at the point.

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I jumped up high, and on the downswing swung the heavy desk desk down.

Critical hit! 800 damage done! You have done substantial muscular damage to yourself. You take 100 damage. 10% debuff to physical stats, negated by gamer's body. Your body is taking excessive damage. Remember, desperate struggle damages you. Gamer's body is starting to fail.

Ominous. I twisted my body through the broken floor, grabbing and holding onto things and twisting through gaps to slide into the basement. A piece of cracked wood sliced into my side, but I didn't have time to care and my con perk let me ignore it.

I dropped to the ground with a crack. I really needed to learn parkour.

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You take 20 damage from a hard fall.

You have 119 HP/279 HP.

I was running low for tanking a bomb. Con wasn't applying to my health as expected, I needed food. My stamina was bottoming out as well. It was at 60. I twisted around the pipes, my enhanced dexterity helping me move smoothly as blood dripped from my body.

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I needed an edge. I staggered to a stop behind a heavy looking metal pipe, lying on the ground, feet up towards where the explosion would be. I then quickly bought a perk I had long since ignored.

Fast food skin D. Your excessive consumption of fast food has left you clinically obese, with +6 hitpoints per level and greasy and slimy skin that is hard to grab onto. 9 points.

I needed more. I triggered my other con perk.

Healthy body. You can ignore the negative impact of hunger and thirst and tiredness for an hour once a day. 3 points.

Dumping both my level up points in con I swelled up in hitpoints a bit more.

185/340

I felt my perfect manly form swell up with fat as the thin shield formed.

I wrapped my arms around my face, closed my eyes opened my mouth and emptied my lungs so the air inside me wouldn't shatter me.

0.01 0.00.

It felt like a massive fist slamming in my chest. I felt my organs shake and twist as I was knocked back. All the air was forced out of me, making me cough. My ears popped. I felt sharp lines of pain slice into my leg and arms, pulsating waves of antimagic forcing their way into me. The air smelt of dust and burnt playdough.

Congratulations! You survived a nail bomb. You took 190 damage. 30% mental damage of concussion negated by gamer's mind, 30% physical body damage negated by gamer's body. Level up. Gain 10 perk points and 1 con.

9279 HP.

I was ok. I'd survive this.

I heard a creak above me. A wooden board, loosened by my own actions, came down to smash in my head. I quickly triggered healthy body D, another charge flooding me with enough energy to heal a bit from my level up.

20 damage done. Broken arm debuff granted. Gamer's body starting to collapse.

I'd taken worse damage. I could do this. I reached into my leg, digging around. I just needed to end this before my perk broke. I guess a bomb was as good at breaking perks as Pennywise had been.

19 HP remaining. 18 HP remaining. 17 HP remaining.

I got it. I yanked out the antimagic nail. I felt the pressure on my abilities relax but not end. I had one more in my arm but I could handle that. I didn't need the shooting skill here or my other trash skills I could hold it off with a bunch of those.

I started pushing my strength into shoving the wood away from my head so I could get an arm free.

Gamer's body collapsed. Physical augmentations collapsing. Your body is over tapped on resources and energy. In future, avoid using multiple push your limit abilities in quick succession.

All the small bits of damage and weaknesses I'd had from ripping eleven chains out of my body, smashing through a floor, and being hit a bomb suddenly hit me. Everywhere hurt. I couldn't escape. I couldn't move. Gamer's mind was barely holding up.

I lay there under the rubble, breathing slowly, fighting against my sanity slipping and losing focus for even a moment. I was very low on health. I was bleeding out. I needed to stop it before things got worse, while that damn nail was burning in my arm trying to shut it off.

Slowly and carefully with my other arm I went to feel where the nail was. This one was deeper. Close to an artery. I could have gotten it out, but with all my debuff's in full, my dex was shit. My hands were shaking and every movement was a chore.

Using my one remaining hand I grabbed my trusty knife, and began cutting more strips off my damaged pants. I quickly and carefully wrapped each open injury I had. I needed to keep pressure on the injuries to reduce my blood loss and keep my tiny health pool from dropping more.

After a bit of work, I was stable. My hitpoints were at five, and not dropping any more, and I was surviving. My mouth was dry and my belly rumbled desperate for any food but I was alive.

My head hurt like someone had used it as a punching bag, my broken jaw hurt with every shift and my chest felt as tenderized as a bug that ran into a car, but that was to be expected. It could be worse. Nothing was leaking, no bones were sticking out. I'd taken a pounding, but I'd gotten the distance I needed.

I just needed to wait for the cops. I checked my stamina. Just 30 left. That was fine. It didn't take much effort to leave my arm there.

An hour later, no cops were there, and my stamina was starting to bottom out. This wasn't working.

I felt a sudden clawing at my leg.

3 hitpoints remaining.

My control dropped, and the nail in my arm pushed down gamer's mind. All the pain of the moment rushed in. Everything went fuzzy. I was trapped in this building. I was going to die here, trapped forever. The weight of the world around me was a suffocating as this heavy piece of broken wood. My chest felt tight, even tighter than the heavy weight was making it.

I pushed through. Pain was in the mind. My hitpoints were fine, and hitpoints were ablative, it didn't matter how many you had so long as it wasn't 0. I pushed back the pulses of the nail and tried again to focus.

There was a rat trying to eat the wound at my leg. I weakly kicked at it, but it easily dodged. Waiting, watching, for when it could feed on me.

I wished my disease control was working. I was getting so many plagues.

Was this how I died? Not to Jigsaw, not to Amanda, not to Pennywise, not to a zombie family, but a hungry rat?

I scrolled through my perk list to find something to save me, when I saw it under my hunter perks.

Pack meal. Once a day you can summon an appropriate meal for a mount. An appropriate +2 stat bonus will be given. 6 perk points.

Was a rat not a mount?

I summoned a piece of cheese and put it just in reach of me. I then played dead.

I slowed my breathing, stopping all movement. I waited for the rat that had tried to eat me while readying my trap. I might not be strong but my mind was fine so far.

The rat was cautious, but in time it came. It walked over to snatch the cheese, then it paused. It moved so I couldn't stab it in time if I moved my hand. It reached to grab the cheese.

-10 stamina

The earth around it slammed shut, spikes slaying the hungry for me rat. It struggled, but its will to live was not great enough.

Mine was. I couldn't rely on anyone else. If I wanted to live, I needed to do it myself.

With the cheese, and a little summoned fire and cooked rat, I feasted that day.

With the meal, my stamina started to slowly tick up. Realizing I had been silly, I used my water mastery perk to slowly summon moisture from the air and the ground and the broken pipes to me. It was slow, and weak, but I managed to get enough to restore myself. My stamina slowly ticked up.

Using my rank B gamer's mind, I began to repair the gamer's body, retreating to my mindspace to repair the machinery within. Everything that had happened had done a number on it, but the strength was still there, and with food and water to fuel it I was recovering. I needed to capture several more rats and insects, but that was a small price to pay for survival. The nail resisted me at every step of the work, but it was no match for me.

Gamer's body C restarted. Sufficient calories and liquid for rapid regeneration and structural fortification.

Skill gained. Antimagic resistance. Level 11.

I even gained a skill.

Levering the heavy weight off my body with my substantial strength, I crawled my way out. Once I was out, I yanked the nail out of my leg, and looked around. The place was a mess. The bomb had ripped apart a lot of the lower areas, nails bouncing all around. I looked at the nail in my hand.

It was like it was singing a song in my head, telling me how I was wrong to exist, wrong to game. I finally knew how to stop it. Sing a countersong. With antimagic resistance I could set up vibrations to counter the antimagic. It would still be hard, especially when I had more of them inside me, but I could better resist them now.

And I was using it to resist the pull. I could feel the world trying to yank me to my next encounter, and the weight was building, but it was far away. Any power was harder to use from far away, and whoever was yanking me from world to world was probably in another world. I didn't have long, but I had time.

I reached the outside in time. The fire engines were there, along with the cops. I saw Allison Kerry, a hard faced woman with curly red hair arguing with the fire department.

"I have to go in there. Eric Matthews might be there. The building isn't burning. It'll be fine."

"A bomb just went off. There could be more bombs. You'll have to wait."

I needed to give it to her. I held my knife tight in my hand, hardened my will, crawled out of the basement window, and ran towards her.

I must have looked like a mess. I was a naked, bloody, dirt covered mess, with a broken and messed up jaw and cuts all over my body. The fireman took it well though. Probably wasn't his first rodeo.

"You got out. You should rest. You're safe here." he said as I, super meat man, twisted around him and went straight to Allison Kerry.

With the strength and speed of a very muscular man boosted substantially by me, and the flexibility of a contortionist, I wrapped her in a throat hold.

"I know where Eric Matthews is. Adam Stanheight foretold these days." I'd told him to warn her of this a while ago, just for this eventuality. She was harder to abduct and implant tools in than the random druggie I was currently inhabiting. "If you want to live, say yes."

"You're crazy!" She said, struggling, but not quite as strong as someone with more strength than any normal human.

"Will you say yes?" I increased the pressure on her neck. I didn't have long. I needed this to happen.

"Yes, dammit."

I pushed a perk to her, Holdaway compartment, and another, First one is free. 18 points down the drain. She accepted. My knife vanished, hidden away.

Someone slammed into me from behind, knocking me away. I turned, and saw Mark Hoffman. As I collapsed to the ground, I shouted at Allison. "You're next!"

And I was yanked away, tossed through space and time to the next trap.

Moments later, I awoke. I was female. I could feel sharp blades piercing my chest and my own blood leaked from the body. Magic suppression pulsated through me Nitric acid sat in front of me in a large jar, bubbling as chemical reactions happened. A collar pinched around my neck tightly.

But most importantly, in one of my special places I could feel the knife. Gordon Lawrence's knife. I quickly tugged it out, hidden in a little condom with a string and fished it out. I clicked it open.

So long as I had this knife nothing could stop me.

One knife to stab them all, one knife to find skin, one knife to skin them all and in the darkness stab them.

The trap was slightly increased in difficulty from the movie, but not much. I'm pretty sure I could have escaped the movie version. He had 30 seconds extra, and didn't have reinforced walls. Nobody but horror movie villains and Bruno in Encanto ever bursts through a wall. Why should villains get to have all the fun? It's just cheap strips of wood in most houses, it's not that hard to kool aid man them. There's a reason real safe rooms use thick steel.

Dragonbornthesam. Jigsaw does love his sadism. The films are really just like a Make A Wish thing except for old people show, with Jigsaw getting all his wishes to help him feel better about himself except instead of visiting spiderman he puts spiders in a box and tortures you to death. I dunno how well I could do SCP. I know there's a video game of it, but I dunno the best story for it. He isn't going for it yet, anyway. There's a lot of SCPs, and the SCP foundation who could cause perma death for him, and he'd want to be a bit more powerful. Or be yanked there against his will. Either way.

Terror infinity looks fun, I'll check it out.

Poundweed. Halo and COD are both possibilities. Though just Halo for next time.

Readers. I have five possible locations he could go visit. Here are my story ideas for each.

Resident Evil village. Ethan has escaped macgyver finally. Macgyver lied about everything to him and played him as a fool. Now, when his wife is killed and his daughter is abducted, he must rely on macgyver to help him save his daughter and fight attractive tall vampire ladies.

Alien Isolation. Amanda, daughter of Ellen Ripley, is pursuing her mother into a space ship. She is massively under prepared, and she can't save scum like I totally did when playing it. She gets lucky when an inter dimensional handyman possesses her and helps her die less against aliens, androids, and space.

Until Dawn. You are Gazi. You're not the fastest crayon in the drawer. But, your Mama spoke to you. She told you need to cure the plague on the island. If Mama aint happy nobody's happy! So you better make Mama happy!

Halo. You are random marine xyz who has been chosen for a bold raid through covenant forces into the flood containment facility. A interdimensional person without a lot of skill with guns but a lot of skills with plagues is your only hope to make it out of there alive.

Freddy vs Jason. You are Gibb, a random person that two serial killers really want to kill. Can you survive fire and dreams and psychopathy while the two titans battle it out? Not without some help you can't.

There's a poll on my profile page, and any ideas for this or future worlds are appreciated.

Next time, will Jigsaw's sadism kink include an acid bath for Detective Allison Keerey?