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[aunter]

R E D > You enter the door and find yourself in a glass box, suspended in the sky. Bright blue skies, white fluffy clouds, even birds pass by in the air around you. One look down and you see grass fields and sprawling lakes as far as the eye can see. Some wild horses running across the fields, some cows, just exactly what you'd expect. It's idyllic as fuck. Then the words appear:

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[aunter]

i don't really care if you cut yourself ☹️

[lost_first]

[ And true to his word, he pulls the knife away from his arm, placing it down on the table as he pulls a bandage from a pouch he keeps on his belt. He'd learned early that Peter liked to isolate people, see what they'd do when trapped, whether it was turn on each other or simply die slowly. So he kept some supplies, including a folded pat of herbal salve. He'll start applying it and wrapping his arm with a snarl up at the sky.]

Then perhaps you should make your hints more helpful, you damnable fiend!

[ While he's doing that, he looks to Peter.]

That means it was the walls. The knife with the walls. Or... perhaps with the die?

[wheatcake]

[One finger.] Try blood on the walls first. Just to rule out our options, and... available supplies.

[A moment of inspiration.]

Each name on a wall! In order of how they're listed, starting from the door-wall.

[lost_first]

[He offers his arm. ]

Go ahead. Take. No need to injure anyone else.

[wheatcake]

Yeah.

[Peter puts his hand on the open wound as gently as possible, before writing everyone's names in capital letters. The scene is gruesome when he's done. It matches how he feels.]

[aunter]

[ nope ]

[lost_first]

[ He’s has another idea. And that is when he pulls out the die... and puts it down with the three facing up. ]

[aunter]

that wasn't a roll 🙄

[lost_first]

[ Holding it, he rolls it along the table... and leaves it on the three again. ]

[aunter]

this feels like cheaaaaating 😒
peter should roll it

[lost_first]

This whole thing is a cheat! Tell us more and I roll it properly.

[aunter]

no

[lost_first]

You’re an arsehole.

[ And he rolls it proper with a wince as he sees it come up. ]