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]

That aint a half bad idea! It's actually extremely powerful in itself, the last time I checked!

[oh_worm]

So what do you think would be the best thing to do with it? Suck out his greatest strength or try to pool our own together?

[bringmecontracts]

... I was actually thinkin' I would take care of 'im myself, but I guess if ya wanna work together?

[He just wants to fight sometimes]

[oh_worm]

... I mean if you can wreck him on your own go for it I guess? As long as you're confident you won't be the wreck-ee.

[bringmecontracts]

Well hey, there's a reason why Smoke hired me to be the muscle.

[He calmly walks to the thrown and reaches under it, soon pulling out a glowing basketball. As soon as he grabs a hold of it, the glowing power seems to flow into King Dice, causing him to grow and become more buff.

Grinning, he turns to Smoke.]

Hey boss? Think fast.

[And then he just decks Smoke.]

[candymancan]

... Please tell me the muscle changes aren't permanent. I don't need this in my life.

[in4apounding]

Is it bad I want to fight him even more now.

[candymancan]

Not at all, dear. Kick his ass as soon as you have the opportunity.

[in4apounding]

I really, really want to.

[But Otis- BUT FIGHT-]

[maybe once she gets her weapons back, heck]

[georgecsmoke]

Aarrrghhh!

[Smoke is completely fucked up by this, and is knocked into the nearest wall, where he begins to fade.]

I’ll be back, you little shits! You’ll see!

[Aaaand the smokecloud disappears.]

[candymancan]

Well. That was easy.

[in4apounding]

...could we have just punched him all along, or was that because of- the b-ball juice or the rainbow or something.

[bringmecontracts]

I believe a combination of the rainbow and the basketball did him in. He was smoke, after all.

[bringmecontracts]

What? D'ya wanna long epic battle where one of the good guys murders a hostage and none y'all even mind?

[udderly]

You're always stronger with a [uhhhhh he doesn't want to say "friend." friend's a strong word.] person standing at your side.