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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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PUZZLE ONE

[aunter]

hi. 👋
super happy to have you here.
first puzzle is about to start.
i'm here if you need anything! 🙇

[ There will be a small table in the middle of the room with a 12 sided dice and an incredibly sharp hunting knife next to it.

Then a sheet of paper that says:

SACRIFICE
PETER: 1 & 12
SEBASTIAN: 2 & 11
JAMIE: 3 & 10
SARA: 4 & 9
CHIDI: 5 & 8
ALICE: 6 & 7 ]

[wheatcake]

[Okay, question time. He doubts he'll get good answers, but for the sake of using every option:]

Hey, what are we sacrificing? And... will this thing run outta air eventually?

[Kicks side glass wall thing.]

[lost_first]

And what will you do if kicking that open drops the ground out from under us?

[ Does this almost feel like flying? Yes. Does that make him a little extra bitter? Also yes. Has he not seen something so beautiful as the place they're floating over? Also true.]

And I would be careful not to move that die.

[wheatcake]

Yeah. Nobody touch that die until we've all made the decision.

[And- And he's speaking with complete seriousness, now. No more joking.]

We wouldn't die that way. If death's an end route-- and whatever's doing this is implying it is-- it'll be a circumstance of the game. The rules didn't say 'don't kick'. The rules said sacrifice, dice, knife.

[lost_first]

Vague rules mean one of two things:

Absolute power over the space.

Or holes it can play with.

[wheatcake]

[Snaps fingers.]

Now you're thinking. There's always a way forward. You just can't give up.

[lost_first]

No. The one thing I won’t do is give up.

[wheatcake]

[He holds out a hand to shake.]

Good. Me neither.

[lost_first]

[ He’ll offer his hook with a wry smile before giving the hand. ]

Aye. I’m a man first. A pirate second.

[wheatcake]

[He laughs.]

Samesies. But with spiders.

[lost_first]

As long as you don't decide to eat me, I'm sure we'll have little to argue over.

[wheatcake]

...The hell kinda spiders they got where you're from?

[lost_first]

They are there no longer. But we called them the Many-Eyed. And I saw more than a few of my boys eaten by them.

I only learned their true name as a man.

[wheatcake]

That's messed up and I'm sorry for your loss.

Think of me as a... friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

[lost_first]

They were simple beasts. And Peter had could have properly allowed for communication between our two people. But it wasn't nearly as [ the bitterness is sharp] 'fun' for him.

[ He looks to Peter with a wry sort of expression. It's not a smile. It's far too tired. ]

So far, you act as a friend. A true friend. One who wishes to see all of us brought through this safely.

I will consider you one until you prove otherwise.

[aunter]

[ Time to get... an incredibly stubbed toe! Ow. ]

that's determined by the number your roll!
and how long you're here
every second sacrifices something
including air 😅

[wheatcake]

[Peter just nods.]

Is it other people? Are we sacrificing other people or ourselves?

[aunter]

sacrifice is already predetermined
you just need to roll the dice
😶

[wheatcake]

[Sigh.]

And if we don't?

[aunter]

you will

[wheatcake]

Will you control us? Or is not rolling the dice... will that result in the same outcome as rolling?

[aunter]

someone will act
it might just not be you

[wheatcake]

...Someone in this team?

[aunter]

maybe

[wheatcake]

I still don't have a name for you. I'm gonna call youuuu... Siri.