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BARITONES
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!
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!
Re: FINAL RESULTS
At first, it seems everything is fine. At least it seems like nothing is happening. However for a brief moment, you can hear your ear crackling and then a sharp pain travels through your skull, quickly but it quickly fades, leaving just remnants of the throbbing pain behind. Every so often, in moments of clarity, a terrible image comes into your eyes. Fears. Screaming faces. Death. The end of something you cherished. Images come flashing through your mind with sharp, painful bursts, and it feels like you'll never get clarity. Your anxieties are feeding off of you, and you don't know how to stop it.
For optional, body horror content (cw: skin crawlies):
And then you feel it. Under your skin. In your clothes. Behind your eyes.Something is moving and you can see it move. It's itchy, it's uncomfortable, but more importantly, you know it is there.
If you take the time to take a knife and dig through the skin, there is temporary relief. But it is only temporary. You know that the parasites will come back, and you'll feel the urge to pick them out once again. The irony is that even if you try to dig them out, it's not like you can see them, Are they even there?
And then you get to endgame.
[Final rank 18.]