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

[oh_worm]

I'd rather rot here than bring your doom weed back to my dimension, actually, yeah.

[bringmecontracts]

But it's so good, I dunno how I got along before I was given my first joint!

[standsforrevenge]

Man, you really think that's gonna work on us after all the shit you put us through?

[bringmecontracts]

I ain't lyin'. This weed has gotten me through a lotta hard times!

[standsforrevenge]

It made Audrey murder a unicorn!

[bringmecontracts]

[He shrugs.]

Oh well, death happens sometimes.

[udderly]

Like what.

[bringmecontracts]

My life ain't none of your business.

[udderly]

It is if you're telling me garbage space weed will improve my life with, like. No proof except your own life.

[bringmecontracts]

And it's improved it! I feel so much better now that I'm on it!

[standsforrevenge]

How many innocent magical creatures have YOU murdered?

[udderly]

That's anecdotal. I want hard evidence it's improved somebody's life, because Michael's a weenie now and Audrey murdered a unicorn so forgive me if I don't believe those are exceptions to the rule.

[bringmecontracts]

Oh please.

Michael was always a weenie.

[udderly]

Yeah, so space weed didn't improve his life any. He's just a high weenie now.

[in4apounding]

And he's been stuck here even longer than us, I'd call that an active- non-improvement. Disimprovement?

[candymancan]

Downgrade? Deterioration?

[in4apounding]

Detrimental development. ...Is it a d-word? Oh! Ruination!

[oh_worm]

[ ... hey this is a track she can try. ]

Eh. I've had better weed and used better dice. Everyone else here can take your butts deal if they want, but I'm an emotionally mature and heroic young lady-type and I'm not transporting bubkis squat across dimensions for you or for anybody.

[bringmecontracts]

[He scoffs.]

Doubt it. I've never had anything better than this before in my entire life.

[oh_worm]

[ okay stay detached, stay detached... ]

Well yeah, you don't come from space. Like all of you are a thousand years back from where I am. And lets be real, King Dice, d20s are better than your dumb head could ever be.

[bringmecontracts]

Don't only smart aleks care about d20's?

Besides, I bet all my money you could nevah find a better form out there.

[oh_worm]

Yeah, because they know what's up.

Doesn't matter, I'm never going to see it again, I guess. That's the whole point of your drug stuff, right? Nothing matters? Anyway, besides that, if your boss or whoever your buddy is is watching this right now, we're not exactly doing something he isn't into by taking this deal.

[bringmecontracts]

What does it matter what my boss wants? I’m givin ya a deal here

[oh_worm]

Because if I'm gonna do something, I want it to be something your boss doesn't want me to do, seeing as he sounds like the actual piece of s in charge of the evil weed plan.

[bringmecontracts]

You’ll be losin’ out on a deal, kid, I really would take it if I were you