Final Trial

[bringmecontracts]

[After everyone is done investigating the rooms, they will hear a faint creeek from the mansion’s entrance. Once they heads towards the noise they will discover a set of stairs leading to the basement that definitely weren’t there earlier.

Once they head downstairs, they will find themselves in a long hallway that seems to stretch out forever. It doesn’t, luckily, but eventually the hallway ends at a large empty room, with just a throne in the center.

The living guests will immediately realize they're not alone because King Dice is here already laying across the throne and smoking a cigar. He grins at the survivors and stand up.]

Well congrats, kids! I must say I’m impressed that that you managed to get down here alive, considering who was leading ya.

Now, I’m sure y’all have a lot of questions about what’s going on but I gotta settle something first:

[He looks directly at Michael.]

Mikey, I believe we have to finish our arrangement now.

Comments

[in4apounding]

The desk said something about a friend? "The smoke speaks, we are friends."

[Pointing at the carved graffiti she's been carrying around.]

paging the weed boy

[oh_worm]

... What? The desk I found had the word "Michael" carved into it...

Hey Michael, do you know anything about that, actually?

[candymancan]

Could always be the Basketball man.

[oh_worm]

It could be, but kids carve their names into desks way more than adults.

[justsaysure]

[He shakes his head]

As I said, I don’t normally come here.

[oh_worm]

Alright, so it's probably something about the other Michael. [ a smile! ] Thanks, Michael.