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]

[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.

[georgecsmoke]

Well, be certain. You’re right on the money here.

[oh_worm]

... and you're taking the creepy smoke guy at his word? Really? Isn't that the exact kind of thing you would have told Audrey?

[georgecsmoke]

Audrey got to feel good, kid! She had the good stuff.

[standsforrevenge]

She killed a unicorn!

[georgecsmoke]

Yeah, you see how toxic that fandom is? Doin’ the world a favor.

[in4apounding]

SHE DIDN'T CARE ABOUT ANYTHI- oh my gosh that's what you mean by "good" isn't it.

[You carcinogenic little wad-puff.]

[georgecsmoke]

So what? She probably just needed some Doritos or some kinda munchie food.

[in4apounding]

I don't know what a Dorito is but it cannot possibly be worth killing three people over.

...and she wanted to EAT Ginger, that's- ...I mean TECHNICALLY it's not really cannibalism but Ginger's still a person even if she was a chicken and that's close enough.

[georgecsmoke]

Well, see, you’re trippin over yourself. She was a chicken. People gotta eat.

[in4apounding]

She was a PERSON chicken, not a food chicken! And- I'm not sure there's actually a difference, I've never tried talking to any chickens back home!

[oh_worm]

Did she? She didn't feel anything, that's not the same thing! And maybe it's our big dumb feelings, even anger and jelly and moop, that stop us from being zombies!

[georgecsmoke]

...the fuck is a moop.

[oh_worm]

Why does no one else here know what moop is? It's an emotion, ya butt cloud! People need emotions!

[in4apounding]

Is it a specific emotion or just kind of a general feeling thing.

[georgecsmoke]

Ehhhh. Emotions are overrated.

[candymancan]

Dice Man, as much as I despise you, even you should be able to tell that the weed cloud is full of horseshit.

He sought you out at your lowest moment, made it seem like his way was the only thing you could do to take care of yourself, and made it so you can't quit. The only reason he's your friend is to profit off your labor and dispose of you when you're useless to him.

He's the perfect capitalist.

["why is wonka helping king dice", you ask? simple. he wont have the weed anymore, wont be able to forget his pain, and be more miserable. perfect outcome!]