The Final Trial

[airlockedmods]

[After a while, the shaft in the middle of the elevator rises up again and glows a beckoning shade of blue. PAL the literal infant in the computer stopped responding somewhere when Queenie started throwing shit around, but the hum of the machinery goes quieter to match.

And when all 10 Champions get on the elevator and Junpei uses his robot hand to firmly grasp the shaft, the elevator rises back up into place. There are no new portraits, because nobody new has died. The only difference between now and the last time you were up here is the lack of stairs leading up to the Overseers' booth, and the complete lack of lighting aside from the blue glow on the shaft. As each Champion takes their place behind their podium, the rose on the front lights up red.

Sorry everybody, this trial is very #aesthetic, good luck reading your notes.]

Welcome, Champions, to the final trial aboard the Fantasy Sweet. At stake here is your freedom, and possibly your lives. Can you solve the mysteries of the Fantasy Sweet and earn your way out?

Compile your evidence. Discuss. And Vote.

This will all be over soon.

[Despite the lit-up roses, the voting panels remain dark and inactive.]

Comments

[everylittlesecret]

No... it may have been by usefulness and danger. Queenie was 13, right? Her world would have been unpredictable because of the magic factor. Yours would have been uninhabitable. Mine was 11 and... I honestly don't know if anyone else has powers. I never met anyone who does.

[serrata]

... That's right. And I don't think zombies would cause as much trouble for an actual invading army as it would do for us. I don't even know if they can pass the infection on to anything that isn't a mammal...

[everylittlesecret]

And that's not something an alien race would really want to risk. Not without study, first....... what I'd like to know was what he meant by 'cruel and uncaring'... does he know something about my world that I don't that I might really need to know?