When you enter this room, it's a small white room, very plain, and you can see a plain white door on the opposite side.
A pleasant, female voice says over a loudspeaker:
"You have chosen: Tickle Torture."
And—as you take steps across the room, feathered implements emerge from the walls, getting under your arms and chin, beneath your nose, until you can't help but gasp from the little bits of sensation, and it doesn't let up until you're doubled over in uncomfortable laughter.
But, hey! It's not excruciating torture, and now you can get to the door on the other side. You may enter the next choice room.
You enter a room. A pleasant, female voice says over a loudspeaker:
"You have chosen: Bone-Hurting Juice."
Immediately, there is a torrent of liquid from above you as the door seals shut. Enough that you cannot avoid being soaked in it, getting it on your face, getting some of it in your mouth—
And it tastes like nothing. Water, maybe, except that you begin to ache—and then all over, a lancing pain through every part of you, like your bones want to escape your skin, like they've become knives inside your body. Every movement hurts; every non-movement hurts. There is no escape.
Eventually, you are deposited into the lobby of the Game Tower, and everything still hurts.
You enter a room. A pleasant, female voice says over a loudspeaker:
"You have chosen: Bone-Hurting Juice."
Immediately, there is a torrent of liquid from above you as the door seals shut. Enough that you cannot avoid being soaked in it, getting it on your face, getting some of it in your mouth—
And it tastes like nothing. Water, maybe, except that you begin to ache—and then all over, a lancing pain through every part of you, like your bones want to escape your skin, like they've become knives inside your body. Every movement hurts; every non-movement hurts. There is no escape.
Eventually, you are deposited into the lobby of the Game Tower, and everything still hurts.
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ROUND 1: Discussion
ROUND 1: Choices
ROUND 2: Discussion
ROUND 2: Choices
Re: ROUND 1: Choices
Re: ROUND 1: Choices
A pleasant, female voice says over a loudspeaker:
"You have chosen: Tickle Torture."
And—as you take steps across the room, feathered implements emerge from the walls, getting under your arms and chin, beneath your nose, until you can't help but gasp from the little bits of sensation, and it doesn't let up until you're doubled over in uncomfortable laughter.
But, hey! It's not excruciating torture, and now you can get to the door on the other side. You may enter the next choice room.
Re: ROUND 2: Choices
Re: ROUND 2: Discussion
What is ...
Re: ROUND 2: Discussion
'Cause whatever bone-hurting juice is, it's probably not that serious.
Re: ROUND 2: Choices
Re: ROUND 2: Discussion
Re: ROUND 2: Choices
"You have chosen: Bone-Hurting Juice."
Immediately, there is a torrent of liquid from above you as the door seals shut. Enough that you cannot avoid being soaked in it, getting it on your face, getting some of it in your mouth—
And it tastes like nothing. Water, maybe, except that you begin to ache—and then all over, a lancing pain through every part of you, like your bones want to escape your skin, like they've become knives inside your body. Every movement hurts; every non-movement hurts. There is no escape.
Eventually, you are deposited into the lobby of the Game Tower, and everything still hurts.
Re: ROUND 2: Choices
"You have chosen: Bone-Hurting Juice."
Immediately, there is a torrent of liquid from above you as the door seals shut. Enough that you cannot avoid being soaked in it, getting it on your face, getting some of it in your mouth—
And it tastes like nothing. Water, maybe, except that you begin to ache—and then all over, a lancing pain through every part of you, like your bones want to escape your skin, like they've become knives inside your body. Every movement hurts; every non-movement hurts. There is no escape.
Eventually, you are deposited into the lobby of the Game Tower, and everything still hurts.
Re: ROUND 2: Discussion
Unless it's so sweet that it rots your teeth.