Thread 214481755

The food, officer?

>>214481755 (OP)
It was hot when I picked it up. Good luck

>>214481755 (OP)

>Your crime? You ordered food, left some on your plate, and didn’t request a foggy bag.

>>214481755 (OP)
The charge of first-degree murder requires premeditation and malice aforethought. Every game had a clear and undeniable path to survival. The traps were designed with a key, a combination, or a choice that allowed the participant to escape. The risk of death was not the intent; it was the consequence of the victim's own choices. This is not murder. Kramer himself often said, "Live or die, the choice is yours." The decision to fail and die, rather than endure the pain and live, was not his.

As for kidnapping, the legal definition involves a demand for ransom or a malicious purpose. Kramer's purpose was to rehabilitate them. The freedom of each individual was always a choice, not a hostage situation.

He's a free man.

>>214481755 (OP)
>Lift or diet. Make your choice.

>>214481755 (OP)
>one cheese please, Speedee!
>a slice of cheese, sir?
>plastic wrapper on, I like it crunchy!

>you got fat and didn't value your life or something so now you have to eat this garbage bag full of butter or Todd here will shoot you in the face
>hey, I'm Todd
>live or die make your choice

>>214482402
There's definitely premeditation and malice.

>>214482402
>all of those games requiring at least one death
that intent shit is not gonna fly

>>214483576
i'd love to see you make it stick. there are literally no valid charges

>>214482402
at MOST you could maybe get him for a type of trespassing. Maybe some kind of vagrancy law for setting up the traps in the buildings or littering because he leaves his machines around. With a good prosecutor the city could probably get him to pay a hefty fine.

>you were born into a civilization where everything was already built for you. Everything was safe. You had ample opportunity with everything you need at your fingertips. The generations before you did not have anything close to the chances that you had. What have you done with it? You've thrown it away and spat in the face of those who sacrificed so you could be born.
>in the room is a set of bricks with some mortar. The key to your escape is sellotaped to the roof 15 feet above you. Your only chance of leaving this room is my planning and constructing a platform tall enough with the few bricks I have left you. That morter is going to dry soon.

>Live or die, the choice is yours.

>Good luck.