THIRD TRIAL

[keyofimagination]

[This is all becoming routine now, to the point that maybe the thought of the elevator dropping suddenly doesn’t bother you. Or maybe you’re just so numb to four people dying already that the thought of dropping isn’t as bad.

Or heck, maybe you’re still dreading the drop, who knows?]

Submitted for your approval, Amanda and Thalia. Two girls who deal daily outside the normal world. They’ve dealt daily with fighting dangerous beings, only to have been struck down suddenly by the mortal coil. For even experience with these terrors couldn’t prepare these two young warriors for the kind of terror one finds… The Twilight Zone.

[And there’s the drop again. At least this is the norm now, and at least once it’s finally done you get access to that sweet open bar.

The Tip Top Club, is, like, usual, the same except the new grayscale pictures of Goofy, Roxanne, Stitch, Amanda, and Thalia. The Narrator is in his usual spot, but it seems like he’s spacing out a little. He does acknowledge the guests once they enter, at least.]

Take as much time as you need. I’ll be quiet this week.

[Have fun, everyone.]

Comments

[keyofimagination]

I know it's not her fault. What I am telling you is that according to the rules of this game, it doesn't matter at this point.

[greatwidesomewhere]

This game is broken! And cruel! And you're not doing anything to stop it, even though you know it's wrong!

[keyofimagination]

You all seem to think I have a lot of control over this situation

[greatwidesomewhere]

How are we to think otherwise? Considering you're the only person here who seems to have any kind of authority.

[She's about ready to tear her fucking hair out, honestly.]

[keyofimagination]

I am simply a figurehead for the management here.