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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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[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. ]