idolpro | ROUND 1

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ROUND 1

[ The room is BRIGHT YELLOW, as all the rooms you will enter are. Black tiles make up the floor, changing to 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.]

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[ PUNCHING INTO THEIR OWN HAND ]

Awright, who'm I up against!? Come at me!!

[ Reading King Arthur's profile on her smartphone ]

I have a question about this bit on your profile: If you're not supposed to battle humanity, how is this supposed to work out?

[ what ]

I just skip that one an' go to the other ones, obviously! Don't have to be all of 'em, I just need some of 'em.

Well, that's convenient. One and Four are also not applicable.

I can't imagine pounding on anyone who's not interested in a fistfight would be any fun for you. Honestly, there's only one person here I'd love to kick the ass of, and it's not you.

Why even -

[ wait no people have to play these games right right ok

ok ok ]

Haah.

Well anyway, you're wrong! It ain't a fistfight, it's a race!

[ That's right. And on that note, she's gonna shrink Arthur down ]

Let me know what you'd like for dinner. I'll treat you.

[ pushing the button. ]

[ 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.) ]

[ HEY WAIT ]

The blood boils underneath your skin, calling for a name you can't remember.

You fight because you know exactly who you are. I mean, don't you know who you are? Who are you? Oh, right, you’re [xxxxxxx] King Arthur.

A sword goes through another torso and you watch them fall beneath your feet. You are strong. You are powerful You are- who are you? Who are you? Oh, you’re [xxxxxxx] King Arthur. When you remind yourself of that name, you feel a small sense of pride deep within your chest. You tear down through your enemies, and it’s fine.

This is what [you] wanted.

[Who are you?]

I'm King Arthur.

[You're King Arthur?]

Immediately you freeze, a sense of dread overcoming your entire body. You don't want to know the truth, you don't want to know why you have such fear, you don't want to know how you manage to develop such bloodthirsty hatred, deep within your heart.

A sword manages to pierce their way through your heart, but it doesn't matter. As the blood spills, another sword pierces through your stomach but that doesn't matter. You can't feel the pain anymore, there is only the desire to kill. There is an overwhelming aura in your vision, a back who you could never face because they have never faced you. And they never will.

[Who are you?]

[Who is your king?]

Take 3 or more punishment, at least 1 from each:

Physical:
> Sword wound to chest
> Sword wound to stomach
> Numbness to pain

Non-Physical:
> Increase desire to fight
> Increase desires to gain honor
> Avoidance of things they don't want to hear

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ROUND 1

King Arthur vs Q

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1/2

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WIN: Q

Re: WIN: Q

Hallucinations - King Arthur

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