BAD END=DEAD END

[idolpro]

When the game starts, you find something grabbing onto your ankle and dragging you under the ballpit until you find yourself sitting on a disco floor platform with your team. It is only being held up by eleven balloons.

You make decisions on a cool arcade machine where you can SELECT A TEAM'S BALLOON. If a character is blind or has no hands or smth, you can assume things can be read to you and you can automatically pick through your speech. Thanks, Alexa.

If you look over the platform, you can see a lot of sparkling rainbow spikes below.

Comments

[neverbeentogeorgia]

Yeah, well, it won't be any better if it's your genitals reknitting either. You know how many nerves you've got down there? At least with your brain and most of your central nervous system out of commission, you won't know you're in pain until you're well underway with healing.

[justfuckingtryit]

[Snorts.]

You've given this some thought.

[neverbeentogeorgia]

[ that


actually makes him stop. and think. annnnd frown. ]

... No, I haven't. Not before now.

[ At least, not actively: even though they told him from day one this was how it would be, he hasn't actually given it much thought other than the abstract. But as soon as the situation arose--his brain started firing. And the thoughts.... aren't exactly familiar but they came to him so fast. And some of that is logic, but also...

... There's something about it that bothers him.

Not before now. At least not that I can remember. ]

[justfuckingtryit]

[Gives him a long, appraising kind of look.]

[neverbeentogeorgia]

[ it's cool

it's not like this has possibly alarming implications. time to just. bullshit. he pushes his hair back out of his face. ]

No biggie. I probably just remembered something I read once. General knowledge kinda shit. I do that a lot.

[justfuckingtryit]

...yeah.

Yeah, maybe.