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> You enter the door and find yourself in a glass box, suspended in the deep, dark ocean. Darkness surrounds you on all sides and once in a while, the box shakes. It'll be clear enough after a while that that's because of the movement of the water. The deep, dark water that they're surrounded by.

Once in a while, something moves in the darkness, unnaturally large and much too close for comfort. Then... the noises. The moans and hisses of things living out there, in the deep.

Then the words appear:

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I would like this to end with this box not being demolished by Cthulhu-- [ POINTS AT TENTACLE ] --and rolling this dice is making things worse. Alice's arm is paper!

[thanks 4 the reminder]

Look, it's just--what if something else happens to you? Or Chidi? I don't--want that either.

[another flicker of uncertainty, of guilt, and something yanks at the emptiness in her heart]

[. . .]

[her anger melts away]

I don't want anything to happen to you two, either.

[a pause. she steps towards them]

. . . but this is the real decision. A choice between two evils. If we don't roll, I'm sure this box will be destroyed, and us with it.

I--

[ he swallows, breathing in with a flood of nerves and fear. ]

--I agree. I do, but whatever number we roll means some kind of misery is inflicted on the matching person. If rolling the dice means something can happen to any of us, here or outside wherever the other group went, then it isn't ethical for us to use it.

I'm sorry, I don't think I can roll it. But if you must... then I won't stop you.