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Mukuro's Tournament - Round 3 - SEMIFINALS
[ The room is plain and unassuming, as all the rooms you entered before 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. ]
On the far wall is a door. It is locked. ]
Daemon vs A Bird With Blue Wings
DECISION
CROW
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 - Daemon
You're yanked closer to the ground by something heavy and stiff weighing on your neck; the metal cuff is cold, and in the glow of bright red you can see the chain leading down from your neck to the coal furnace - the only source of light. Your wrists and ankles are bound in much the same way, the iron heavy enough that you're forced on your hands and knees. You can see the vague shape of someone reaching for a poker that sits in the furnace, pulling the instrument out. For a poker, it looks a little strange, more like a brick than anything -
- or, maybe it's not. You can see some sort of design etched onto the tip. Perhaps you understand what that symbol is and what's about to happen, or perhaps you don't. Regardless, no amount of struggling or resistance will stop the person from finding a spot on your body - whether they need to tear parts of your clothes off or not to do so - and press the iron against your flesh, metal hissing as the contacted skin melts to the touch. Your captor tilts the branding iron against your skin, making sure to get every corner of the mark well imprinted on you.
The pain feels like it shoots beyond the skin, heat going straight into bone. Once the branding iron has been removed, you're left alone to sit with your own pain. At some point, the red glow fades. Did you pass out, or were you whisked away just as quickly as you were brought here?
Once the game has ended, you'll find yourself awake again in the elevator heading down to endgame, the burn throbbing. You're not feeling too well. ]
DISCUSSION
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[It's... this guy!]
You wanna talk or just go?
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[He is however gonna lift his hand and invoke making things real small.]
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What the hell sort of skill is this?
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[Cause he's not. And he's gonna get there and slam that button]
Too bad I'm an asshole.
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[ Down he goes! ]