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Mukuro's Tournament - Round 1 - PRELIMINARIES

[ The room is plain and unassuming, as all the rooms you will enter are. White tiles make up the floor, lighting up with your unit's color when pressure is placed on them. There is a button in the very center of the room standing on a podium; it's slightly smaller than palm-sized.

On the far wall is a door. It is locked. ]

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Edited 2018-11-17 20:12 (UTC)

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Edited 2018-11-17 22:16 (UTC)

[ With the button pressed, the unit color-lit floor opens up to swallow the loser whole before the tile swings back up, as if a cartoonish trap door. The door unlocks with a click, sliding open for you.

After about thirty seconds, if the winner does not proceed to the next room, the floor tiles will start moving up one row of tiles at a time, starting from the back wall - they tilt to a steep angle that rounds at the edges, even gaining a slippery quality to ensure that none may be able to get a grip on the tiles or move backwards. The winner will eventually be pushed out of the room and into the next one. (To be unlocked when the next round unlocks.) ]

[ You fall into a deep pit. The room above you is no longer visible.

It smells different here. Fresh, earthy - nothing like the sterile Game Tower; there's a dim glow of light, clouds overcast above you. Where are you… ?

The ground beneath you feels soft. Crumbly like dirt - no, it really is dirt, isn't it? There isn't much time to marvel it, though; regardless of what position you're in, something hard and metallic and spade shaped slams into your chest with such great force that something cracks inside - a rib, maybe - and you're left to your agony on the ground, to find the wind that was knocked out of your chest. Then, bits and pieces of something cool land on top of you, on your face and on your neck. You can hear the sound of metal planting into soft dirt, shifting as it turns and lands - directly onto you.

Even if you wanted to move, you can't do more than struggle weakly. By now, your vision is lost - is that the dirt or is it something else? Regardless, you can do nothing but be immobile while the dirt slowly piles more and more on top of you, until you're completely covered; every breath you take results in breathing in the dirt itself on top of exacerbating the pain from your broken ribs and a little beyond that too, something in your internal organs. With your vision gone, there's nothing but that pain and the cool dirt around you to feed your senses, along with the repetitive sound of shovel hitting dirt to overturn dirt on top of you. The process is slow and grueling, and no matter how much you try to scream, no one responds - the shovel doesn't stop.

Will you die here? Will anyone find you? Can anyone even revive you, when you're all the way out here - wherever you are?

Only your thoughts can answer those questions; only your thoughts keep you company now. After what could possibly seem like forever, you fall unconscious.

Once the game has ended, you'll find yourself awake again in the elevator heading down to endgame, dirt spilling out of your clothes. You're not feeling too well. ]