idolpro | Bomb Game: Taisho Roman Revolution edition

[ you open your eyes to find yourself in a room that might look familiar if you just so happened to be a certified zombie survivalist. however, if you were lucky enough to avoid the zombie meet & greet, then welcome to the dankest heckhole in tokyo-f. ]

[ the overhead lights flicker often enough to instantly grind your gears, while simultaneously doing next to nothing to illuminate the dilapidated little room. though a chorus of moans and groans rise from outside, all the doors and windows are securely barricaded, making the shambling monsters a non-issue... though it's possible their existence alone may put you on edge. ]

[ or maybe that's the -fsssst- sound, a subtle hissing coming from what could have passed for fire sprinklers. for the duration of the game a colorless and odorless gas is going to be filling the room, one that clouds judgements and exacerbates anxiety. but, hey!, that's what the janky table and busted chairs in the corner of the room featuring cold tea and dry biscuits is for - a carefully curated space for you and yours to kick back, relax, and KEEP TALKING. ]

[ the center of the room is where the main event sits, a BOMB, with several thick cords snaking out from it connecting to a bunch of different buttons. the entire thing is housed in an unbreakable glass cube, with only the buttons in reach of your grubby hands. a tv screen is suspended overhead, currently displaying the rules & winning conditions, but that's all about to change... ]

[ in the meantime feel free to enjoy a particularly messy wall, one stained with all sorts of things from the last bunch that tried ~~and failed~~ to win, ew! ]

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Another one...

Although I love the opera I confess I have never attempted to read sheet music...

I know enough, but...

[ She's not smart enough for all of this. ]

. . . If we spell this out, though, the top says... 'Damage Control', however, doesn't it...?

[Very interested peering at the puzzle while clearly not understanding how she got that answer]

...Huh. Elephants Get Big Dirty Feet...

If we're readin' the notes on the staff first, the letters are D, A, M, A, G, E. "Damage Control."

Ah, is that a mnemonic device?

Yep! The lines from bottom to top are the notes, E, G, B, D an' F. The gaps're F, A, C an' E.

To think that I would be introduced to the fundamentals of reading music today, merci!

And my guess, then, is that the placement of D and M are hints as to how we should move forward.

D... wouldn't be good. We would receive major damage. and G would be minor. But...

[ Hmm.. ]

It might... be in our best interests to actually opt for minor damage, instead of trying to luck out with nothing this time around. Now, a bomb has replaced one of the safe options.

So if each note'r letter corresponds to a numbered button, the G f'minor damage would be "5," right?

That is what I believe, too. So, we know right off the bat that D is off of the table for us.

And if they took a completely safe option from us... are y'thinkin' we're better off with the minor damage we can anticipate?

I don't want to make the decision for everyone. But... I'd rather take the minor damage than watch any of us blow up.

[ That doesn't sound like it would feel great.]

Fifty percent odds aren't all that good.

Or rather, it seems they're implying that between the two confirmed choices we've been given, it is merely damage control, fufu. Well, I wouldn't mind a more adventurous choice myself if any other were willing!

Ehh... are you actually a masochist, Rook-kun?

Edited 2022-11-27 04:58 (UTC)

To be able to embrace a unique and impossible experience, it is quite beautiful, non?

So that's a yes.

In order to reach for a perfect outcome one must also welcome the possibility of a great failure, is that not so for many endeavors in life?

I suppose. Though there is something to say for playing it safe occasionally, too.

[ Mm... ]

And on the off chance that things do go south, there's something I'd like to mention.