The Last Supper - future is now

[idolpro]

[ The elevator lets you out into a private room: from the decor, it is doubtlessly an enclave of the restaurant you saw earlier on screen.

Your phones have filled with a rather sizable rule list. ]

Comments

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

As I was telling Infinity, we have three options - or three options worth considering anyone.

First, we try to find the other hearts and end this game as quick as possible.

Second, we only go after people who aren't going to get fucking destroyed over being killed in a game.

Or third, you let me settle some of my own personal grudges and let the fallout be on me being an fucking insufferable asshole instead of on the entire unit.

...

Though we saw how the last option worked out for Taisho in the last Exael game.

[metafaliure]

... Let's go for the first one.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Let me clarify that strategy 1 is only as good as our ability to pick out the other unit's hearts.

[And we are all emotionally incompetent. How are we supposed to guess what other people are thinking?]

[metafaliure]

...

Honestly, we might as well just roll dice for it.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

. . .

You want to leave trauma up to chance?

[metafaliure]

Why not? All the options are bad. At least a roll of the dice is fair.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Hah. Fair.

Fine.

Then would you do the honors? We're running out of time.