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

[udderly]

Distract you for long enough to get this open.

[Bitch, taste the motherfucking rainbow.]

[georgecsmoke]

Get what open, burger-boy?

[lepo is very tired and lacks reading comprehension]

[udderly]

[A rainbow emerges from the locket, because when you make tv shows for gorls there have to be rainbows or girls won't watch it. It goes for Smoke after a moment, because there's evil here and weed is a killer.]

[georgecsmoke]

Woah, woah, wha -

[And Smoke is absolutely getting fuckin zapped by this rainbow shit.]

[udderly]

[Hell yeah, that's the power of friendship - oh wait sorry. Wrong generation of ponies. The rainbow wraps around Smoke, mainly keeping him contained.]

Okay, uh. Fizzy definitely did not detail how this thing works - I don't know what we do from here!

[georgecsmoke]

[Smoke is indeed constricted, and being a figure of pure evil, is totally powerless. He calls to King Dice.]

Dicey, the basketball! Quick!

1/2

[bringmecontracts]

[King Dice looks at Smoke, and ponders.

Even in the weed haze, he wasn't exactly sure of the motives of these kids yelling at him to quit weed. For all he knows, these kids just want him to backstab Smoke so he does all the dirty work for them and they go to beat him up the moment Smoke is gone.

He was high, not stupid, after all, and he's used to people having questionable motives. And sure, Smoke did too, but he also mad him feel good for once.]

[bringmecontracts]

[He then looks at his cigar. He has been doing a lot of the heavy lifting here, and as happy as the wed makes him, it sure isn't solving his problems right now. After all at the end of the day what does he care what happens with another universe? He doesn't need a whole universe to rule with Smoke.

Especially as he vaguely remembers Audrey and how he's starting to wonder if his fate would be similar to hers.

Besides, how is he going to kill those cups if he's a drug zombie?]

Ya know boss? Why doncha handle this yourself?

[georgecsmoke]

Handle th - you good for nothing son of a gun! I’m trapped here, you’re just throwing a basketball at me, is that really so hard?

[bringmecontracts]

Ok, what's in it for me, then?

[georgecsmoke]

I’ll turn the cow into a really nice prime rib for ya!

[bringmecontracts]

Hmm, that's temptin', but is that all?

[georgecsmoke]

Acid! Space Acid!

[bringmecontracts]

Well...

Nah, I've done more than enough work for ya, buddy.

[georgecsmoke]

Boo! You’re a loser!

[standsforrevenge]

Look who's talking.

[bringmecontracts]

Boss, I got news for ya:

I don't lose.

[To Otis: (or really anyone who'll listen)]

So how d'ya expect to end him? I'd offer my cards but I don't expect that to work on a puff of smoke.

[standsforrevenge]

Uhhh.... a really big fan?

[HOW DO YOU KILL A FART]

[bringmecontracts]

... D'ya have a fan on ya?

[udderly]

I kind of didn't this this all the way through.

[He just assumed someone else would come up with the rest of the plan here.]

We could put him in a jar.

[bringmecontracts]

... Did ya guys come here with any sorta plan?

[Otis do you even have a jar?]

[oh_worm]

What about the basketball he was talking about? Was that the Superstar Talent Basketball?

[bringmecontracts]

It steals people's greatest strength and transfers that into the ball. Then if ya hold it, the power transfers to you.

[in4apounding]

....hitting him probably won't do anything, right?

We could. Try dousing him or something? Wash him away?

[bringmecontracts]

Do we have enough water for that though?