FOURTH TRIAL

[beautifultomorrow]

[The usual scene plays of everyone going into the elevator after they finish up investigation. But when the elevator starts moving, they will hear John’s voice instead of The Narrator’s. It clearly sounds like he’s reading from some sort of script.]

Picture of Belle, a book lover born well before her time. She desperately wanted society to treat her like a human being, and to respect her love of books. Belle had made many friends and many enemies because of her personality, and now… Her final resting place will be in a book simply titled… The Twilight Zone.

[... Strangely, however, the elevator doesn’t drop this time, the doors instead open as soon as John finishes his speech, leading once again to The Tip Top Club. Now Reyna and Belle’s pictures are in grayscale and, instead of Rod sitting on stage, John is there, looking at some papers. He offers the guests a comforting smile when they enter.]

I shouldn’t complain that Rod’s doing something creative with his time, but I have to admit, I don’t get what he sees appealing about writing something like this. Don’t know why he had the elevator set to “ride” mode either.

I, uh...made some old fashioned lemonade for you guys. [He motions to the lemonade pitcher and cups on the counter.] Feel free to help yourself.

[He’s… really trying to attempt to lighten the mood of this situation. Please humor him.]

Comments

[darthfanboy]

[okay, so he's definitely...dealing with a lot of broken bones now. wow.

all he responds with his guttural, animalistic roars as she taunts him, continuing to do some mixture of choking her and continuing to strike at her face.

then she slams her mouth against his.

he can already feel himself shutting down, failing and fading away. in a last desperate bid, he grabs one of those broken bottles, still half-filled with alcohol. he swings it at her face, possibly coating her as he drives it further into her face.

his vision starts to go black.]

[anasty]

[ Being soaked in alcohol is the least of her worries as shards of glass drive themselves into her face. She can't see and realizes belatedly her eyes are gone.

She screams, full of blood and fury and poison. One more desperate slam silences her completely.

Slowly, those massive, muscular tentacles slacken. ]

[hallotween]

-- Oh God, we can't let her die yet! [SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE]

[forgottenfounder]

Marnie! Don't look!

[This is... oh Walt, why....]

[hallotween]

[FUCK YOU SHE'S LOOKING]

It can't end this way! It can't!

[forgottenfounder]

It...

[He's far too old. He knows how this goes, and he can just stand there and watch.]

It already has.

[hallotween]

[she's just. breathing. at first. too loud. too fast. slightly hysterical.

and then she just fucking turns.

to John.]

Why didn't you stop it!

[beautifultomorrow]

[he's...shell-shocked over here, with a glass of spilled lemonade in his hands.]

[hallotween]

[OH YEAH LIKE THAT WILL SAVE YOU FROM THIS BULLSHIT]

You didn't do anything! You just let them both die!

[darthfanboy]

[he breathes, black ink dripping out of his mouth as he heavily breathes. skin peels from his face, and his body inside the armor is bent in all sorts of horrifying ways.

he has some mild awareness for a few seconds before his vision blacks out completely.

in those last moments, he has some awareness that he's achieved a form of vengeance.

Kylo Ren is dead.]

[anasty]

[ Ursula makes no response, only provides the alter for Kylo Ren's final moments. She died as she lived, dramatic and full of spite.

Curtain.

Ursula is dead. ]

[lusito]

... Well, I guess that's a wrap then. Do we get to head back upstairs now that our culprit is dead?

[nocasetoobig]

[leaving this guy spitting out a tentacle and just. standing over the body to spot Kylo


and just fall to a sit with his face in his hands.]

[yourghosthost]

...

Nothing like this happened in my game.

[lusito]

Really?

[sounds fake...]

[forgottenfounder]

[....Oswald finally comes walking over, nearly tripping over his feet at the sight.

Quietly, he picks up his arm, re-attaching it from where it was laying on the floor, and he looks over the mess of blood, glass, and ink. Ink more poisonous then the worst thinner he'd ever felt.]

...He never deserved this. He was getting better...

[theduck]

[Honestly this entire time Donald has just been completely frozen where he was sitting, unable to even think of what to do, let alone move. Even now that it's over...

He's... probably gonna be stuck there for a while.]

[stenchus_rodentus]

[Ratigan looks fairly impressed, thinking what it'd be like if Basil and he died in a gruesome struggle like this. How fantastic.]

Far superior to the English way of justice.

[darnsitall]

[Sally has sat through three executions, but the extravagance of each one made them feel more surreal than anything. This, though... there was nothing fantastical about this. It was just gruesome violence, the likes of which she has never seen before in her life.

She's too shocked to react.]