PEP!PEP!

[idolpro]

You find yourself in a room like this.



It's a simple theater room with a giant colorful couch for everyone to sit or lie on if they so choose, and on the screen, you'll find a screen with twenty clones of a single, sexy assistant holding boxes, each box being labelled 01-20.

Also by sexy, I mean she's wearing stained sweatpants, crocs that are like 10 years old, and then this shirt. She looks grumpy and put-out, almost like she doesn't wanna be here.

There's also a remote that has the numbers 01-20 for you to press, and also buttons "DEAL" and "NO DEAL".

Oh yeah, and popcorn and soda!

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Re: FINAL RESULTS

[idolpro]

An army of miniature versions of Left march into the room, surrounding everyone present.

Then, all at once, the many mini Lefts gleefully raise their hands into the air to reveal fistfuls of sharpened pencils. The fine points glimmer with the light from the television.

It happens like a blur, as if they're moving faster than the eye can see.

They charge forth and stab you with pencils as sharp and readied as knives. Repeatedly. Again and again. If a pencil breaks in your bone, they grab another. If it's dull, they toss it because someone back there has a pencil sharpener, ready to hand it off when it's sharp again.

Eventually the Lefts scatter, and you're left with broken pencils embedded in your arms, legs, and chest.

The dull pencils that remain lay on the floor alongside a giant D- that was painted there with your blood.

Will you be able to stand at End game?

[FINAL RANK: 15]