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

[oh_worm]

Oh, they're dead? Alright.

[ a beat ]

... wait, can all the weird magic junk do that?

[bringmecontracts]

Them? Nah, but the cause of their pain is the result of a death.

... Well, and losin' a basketball game, but mostly the dyin'.

[It's fine.]

Well, I can't do that, but I think my other friend might know how to do that.

[oh_worm]

Oh, okay. We should still try to get them free somehow, right? Being in prison is butts if you didn't do anything wrong.

[ Beth blinks. ]

Wait, really?

[bringmecontracts]

... They ain't in prison kid, Michael sold his own soul so that the toons could go free.

[He pauses.]

Well, I ain't sure about that, but he seems to be pretty powerful enough that it can't hurt to ask. He owes me one, anyway.

[oh_worm]

Oh, okay. ...That sucks for Michael, yikes.

[ Beth nods ]

I mean... I'd rather not go home and think about how their friends will never know what happened to them, for starters, so yeah. Asking that sounds good.