There is a rusty crackle in the air, as everyone jolts out of a stupor.
"Man, this place is a mess. No wonder they repoed this place- no one clearly has been here in months. Look at those poor saps out there. I bet they don't even know that-"
There's the sound of someone being shushed.
"The mic's on, you idiot!"
A scuffling noise is heard, then the second voice comes on.
"Ahem. There's been a bit of a change in management. This place is going to become a magical strip mall, but there's some red tape involved with your group. Turns out we can't just kill you all like we originally planned." There's an audible sigh.
"So here's the deal; you have two choices. One, you can stay here and fight to the death and the winner gets whatever the prize is supposed to be. Looks like there's some crap about "ascension to godhood" but that can't be right, because it'd never be allowed. We'll figure that out. Anyway, your other choice is you can leave with your life, and we'll give you a parting gift of whatever you want. Just pick up to four words out of your little book there, and we'll mash it together and give you that as a reward. Deal? Just let us know."
The crackle happens again, and there is silence.
Yeah, so, I'm a bit behind on updating this. I want to wrap this up so I can do a reveal, so to make things shorter, I'll be throwing you all in the grand room and sealing the exits. You can either fight for the grand prize or bow out early and get a consolation prize. If you're leaving, tell me the four words you want (just like casting any spell) and I'll give your character a nice outro. Otherwise, you stay in and fight and probably die.
Deal? Deal.
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Topic: The Pit of Magic: A Perplexicon Game. [Oh well.] (Read 378362 times)