WED BED BEHEAD: BAD END=DEAD END

[idolpro]

[You wake alone with your unit in what appears to be a dressing room. There's nothing on the costume racks right now, but you have vanity seats and a couch to chill on if you like.

On a table in the center of the room, there is an ornate metal box with three slots on top. The slots are labeled with the names of three other units: sensitIV, future is now, & BARiTONES. Next to the box a laminated copy of the IC rules is taped down, and beside it lie four cards:

♦ a green card with a picture of two linked rings and the word "WED"
♦ a blue card with a picture of a rose and the word "BED"
♦ a red card with a picture of a guillotine and the word "BEHEAD"
♦ a purple card with a picture of two circling arrows and the word "INSTEAD"

You have til 9pm PST to submit your votes.]

Comments

DECISION

[idolpro]

Reminder: You must cast a vote for wed, bed, & behead. You may optionally cast a single Instead vote. If you use Instead, please specify if you are giving the target your best or worst card.

If you don't vote at all, your votes will be randomized and you will receive the punishment listed in the rules.

Decisions are due by 9pm PST.

Re: DECISION

[bad_crowmance]

Wed BARiTONES, Bed sensitIV, Behead future is now.

RESULTS

[idolpro]

[Anemone's voice cuts in over the intercom, as the lights go dark.]

How exciting! It seems sensitIV chose to wed you, while future is now and BARiTONES chose to behead you. Alas, both future is now and BARiTONES have both chosen to sacrifice you. And thus, your final verdict is...

Behead.

Behead.

Behead.

Oh, my my. What an exquisite tragedy. You are, truly, the most beautiful tonight. ♥

[You black out.

You're brought to your method of execution: a field of bodies impaled on stakes. Your executioners -- whoever they are -- seize you by your arms and legs, taking wooden stakes of various sizes to stab into you. Cruelly, they miss your vital spots, so surgically precise that you can only assume it was intentional. You aren't here to die, or at least not die easily.

Bizarrely, once they've fitted enough stakes, they take a saw to cut off the excess, before painting what's left of the wood with cement. It dries to your skin, sealing the wood inside your guts and making it impossible to remove without addressing the stone first.

You black out again.

You're brought to your method of execution: a guillotine. Your executioners -- whoever they are -- throw a burlap sack over your head, tying it at the neck, before forcing you down under the blade. In total darkness, you begin to envision -- not the blade cutting down your neck, nor your life flashing before your eyes -- but rather, your worst fear. You can only think of that as you hear the blade swings down --

Soon enough you're freed, sack removed, and your head is still perfectly attached to your neck, like you were never beheaded. Still, you can't stop thinking of what you saw under the burlap: enduring your worst fear, over and over again. You might be able to distract yourself from other things for now, but eventually your thoughts will return to that nightmare vision when you least expect it, like an intrusive thought that never fully goes away.

You black out again.

(cw force-feeding) You're brought to your method of execution: a stark-white room with nothing but a dish of metallic liquid. Your executioners -- whoever they are -- force your mouth open, funneling the liquid down your throat. It burns on the way down, but it's an uncomfortable sort of burn, and as it goes down it clings to your throat.

At first, that seems like that's the end of it. You might not even feel the effects at first. But invariably, you'll eventually begin to feel something rock-hard somewhere inside your guts, or in your bones; whatever it is scrapes painfully against your flesh, only little microabrasions at first before they spread outwards, tearing your skin up to reveal -- pure crystal, soaked in blood and seemingly growing because of it.

You black out again.

You received 9 points. You move to endgame, but not all is well...

After all you've been through so far, you'd think it over. But when you reappear on the stage, just as everyone begins to appear, the floor drops from under you again -- before anyone can catch you, you fall, and this time you don't black out. Instead after a long, sickening inertia, you crash down against jagged rocks, and your body crumples. You may be killed on impact, or it may take a few moments to fade away, but there's no surviving the way you've been broken.

When you wake for the last time, still shattered, your body or mind has been twisted in another way, too -- you gain one permanent corruption.

And then, you truly move to endgame.]

[ruinousempathy]

Oh fuck, they made it literal?

[widenessofthesea]

Apparently.

[bad_crowmance]

Yeah, they do that.

[bad_crowmance]

Well, I know how I'd handle this.

[widenessofthesea]

...do tell.

[widenessofthesea]

Distasteful.

[overworker]

...oh no.

[Hhhhhhhhh]

I... if there's anything I can ask, it's that I'd like... I'd like to go easy on BARiTONES.

[ruinousempathy]

I'd prefer that, too.

[widenessofthesea]

After that last game, it's understandable.

[beautifulend]

Agreed.

[bad_crowmance]

Yep, agreed.

[beautifulend]

I'm not entirely sure I understand this one.

[widenessofthesea]

Hm. I see it's... well, we choose which units to send some kind of torment to, and we can either—choose to protect one or choose to protect ourselves, if we desire, it seems.

[overworker]

It's... a pretty distasteful way of making us categorize the other teams we're paired with. And based on how we label them, they'll receive either better or worse punishments.

[ruinousempathy]

It's not usually literal.

[bad_crowmance]

Just think of it as varying levels of hurting someone with tacky names attached to 'em.

[joybound]

--This is a crime against party games! I'm declaring war!

[beautifulend]

Oh! A party game! So this is like those drinking games they have us play?

[widenessofthesea]

I support this.

[bad_crowmance]

It's better not to think of it as one at all, no matter what that guy said. Just think of it as a different thing.

[overworker]

Agreed. Calling it a party game at all is is just wrong.

[ruinousempathy]

You have my axe.