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Mukuro's Tournament - Round 2 - QUARTERFINALS
[ The room is plain and unassuming, as the room you entered before was. 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. ]
On the far wall is a door. It is locked. ]
Prisoner
Re: Prisoner
I'll remember your actions here next time, when you're the one begging for mercy and afraid and I have to decide how to handle you, Bad End Boss!
Re: Prisoner
RESULT
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.) ]
PUNISHMENT - Hera, The Most Spiteful
Oh - this isn't quite a pit, is it? It's soft, like a bed - or maybe it really is. You can't get comfortable, though; try to move and you'll find that you're strapped down, face first with your arms forced to your sides. No matter how much you struggle, you can't get out.
A bright light shines above you, abruptly; now you can see that you're in some sort of hospital room, with a tray containing surgical tools sitting close by. Of particular note is a syringe sitting on the table with needle exposed and the syringe itself filled to the brim with a dark, murky substance. That looks ominous.
If you try to struggle more, several metal hands come down to press against your shoulder blades to keep you down, and you can hear mechanical whirring as a robotic limb climbs down from above you to pick up the syringe. The hand disappears, and you can feel your lower back being bared, just above your hips; more hands move to press against your sides and legs - as if to keep you in place.
There's a pause.
Then, you feel it: the needle presses directly into your spine and it is painful enough, tapping directly into your nerves, but - then you can feel the fluid pushing in, working up throughout your nervous system in the form of intolerable burning. It's like lava's just been injected into your body, and it spreads beyond just your nervous system; when it touches your nerves, you can feel the burn, but when it reaches your heart, it feels like ice cold chill, like your body's dropping several degrees in temperature. Your chest constricts, the wind knocked out of you just from this experience, and to compensate for that, you try to breathe - only to choke and cough. The coming coughing fit is beyond what you'd expect, but the more you cough, the worse your lungs feel, and so - you cough more, perhaps hoping to get whatever it is inside of you out (or perhaps not - either way, this is an automatic reaction). The burningfreezing pain doesn't leave, though, and it only feels like your lungs are more constricted - the hands push you down more onto the bed, as if this constituted a struggle or maybe this was their genuine attempt to stop what probably looks like a seizure. The rest of your insides feel that way too, flopping every which way (it feels like) and shrinking and growing and clenching and unclenching as they please, until it feels like your insides are made of soup, or maybe loose parts to a machine clattering around inside the hardware. All the while, the mechanical hands keep you pinned and unable to move.
Perhaps out of sheer exhaustion, you finally black out.
Once the game has ended, you'll find yourself awake again in the elevator heading down to endgame, the pain still residing deep in your chest. You're not feeling too well. ]
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Oh, no... no, please... I'll do anything, just don't!!
[Then a larger scream as the needle enters and begins its work... tapering off into panicked, frenzied choking and a desperate attempt to writhe as agony washes over her... but the hands stick fast and she can't do anything. It overwhelms her senses until her entire world is pain.
However, she manages one last thought before descending into the merciful oblivion of being unconscious.
Bad End did this...]