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]

[Stepping- not exactly in front of Gandhi, but up to his side. She's got the desktop again, for all the good it would do.]

Don't. You. Dare.

[She'll fan you SO HARD, smokeman.]

[standsforrevenge]

[mouths i love you]

[georgecsmoke]

D.A.R.E. never worked for me, redhead!

[in4apounding]

I don't know what that means!

[Delivered with the confidence and air of another badass boast or declaration.]