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

[bringmecontracts]

It's either that or mope about the whole situation. Once smoke gave me this job and weed I realized that the former is by far the better choice.

[udderly]

Uh, ok so like. This is just my personal opinion? But if you don't mope about your moops, then you're actually just like. Making the moops bigger?

[He's using that word right, he thinks. Sounds like something Beth would say.]

[oh_worm]

[ SHES SO PROUD ]

[bringmecontracts]

I don't see how this makes my apparent "moops" any better. It's not like I got anything for me back on Inkwell Isle in the first place.

[georgecsmoke]

Yeah, he’s a whole lot better here with me.

[udderly]

Pretty sure that's not true.

[in4apounding]

That's almost definitely not true, yeah.

[Even if he is a huge wad and she's punching him as soon as she gets the chance.]

[udderly]

I'm not saying you have to go back to wherever you're originally from. There's a whole universe out there? Go wherever you want, but if you don't come to terms with your feelings, they just get worse and worse until they're all you can feel.

[bringmecontracts]

[That gets him to pause for a moment.]

So what? Ya just want me to get some therapist or somethin' and cry to 'em about everything that's ever happened to me?

[That really doesn't sound like anything he wants to do.]

[udderly]

You don't need a therapist. You could just talk to a friend about it, then eat ice cream afterwards and maybe cry.

[That's basically what he did when Ben died.]

[bringmecontracts]

That's a bit complicated when my only friend left in this universe is Smoke, in case ya forgot.

[udderly]

That's because you're a wad and you gave Audrey space weed and she murdered three people.

[So like. Weed causes your problems, my guy.]

If you stopped being such a butt, maybe we could be friends.

[bringmecontracts]

In my defense, Bender was a cheatin' cad.

[...]

I've dedicated my life to sin already; I doubt you'd wanna be my friend in the first place.

[udderly]

I don't really care about the sin part. Mostly just the enslaving other people via weed part, because there's ethical sin? Like gambling or having sex with humans? And then there's "creating an army of mindless weed people to rule the world."

[Those are two very different levels of sin.]

[bringmecontracts]

[There is a pause.]

Actually I think Smoke's goals are a little more grand than jus' world domination.

[What kind of defense is that?]

[udderly]

Ok, that's actually worse. Like, do you see what I'm saying here? What does that guy even want? Isn't he just using you?

[bringmecontracts]

[He scoffs]

"Using me"?

[Despite that he makes... no effort toe dispute that.]

[udderly]

Yeah. You murdered us when we outlived our usefulness. What do you think he's gonna do when you outlive yours?

[bringmecontracts]

[Another pause]

Of course he wouldn't do that to me. He knows I'm too strong for that.

[He does... eye Smoke a little, however.]

[udderly]

Yeaaaaaaaaah. Hate to break it to you, but if he made the weed and gave it to you? There's probably a reason for it and it's not a good one.

[He's just saying? If the weed makes mindless zombies, like. There is a lot that it could do.]

[bringmecontracts]

...

C'mon, Smoke, surely you're my pal, right?

[georgecsmoke]

Of course! We’re friendos!

[bringmecontracts]

And ya wouldn't backstab me for any reason?

[georgecsmoke]

Not at - listen to yourself talk, Dicey! I’m helpin ya feel real good!

[bringmecontracts]

Of course you are. I'm jus' coverin' my bases, y'know? There's no harm in being certain.