Baahaahaa

[wooliefrand]

WHO: Some Sheep
WHERE: Pasture
WHEN: 105 Evening

[As the sun sets, you may be just going about your business, maybe looking for Blossom, maybe patrolling, maybe doing other shit simultaneously because time is fake!! OR maybe you notice a pigtailed weed, Queen, experimentally slicing her hand to see what happens and then. . .poof!

Ruh-roh!!

The two chat about SOMETHING for a couple minutes, before the little demon baps its hooves together. Before you can escape into the safety of your barns, all who were around are suddenly swept up, pulled in the middle of the pasture. . .with each of you at a podium.

You cannot move from the podium, but the podiums themselves can move around kinda like those. Moving scooter things in cities. beep beep. You can't leave the area tho.

The little demon speaks up:

Alright, maggots! Monomaton's here, and I've just got a simple question for ya!

What's the value of each of your mortal lives?

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Comments

[hotnbothered]

[ Another silence. She gets the very clear sense she is being manipulated, but on the other hand, she doesn't feel like her chances are great as things stand. ]

I've never tried it before. I can't promise it will go well.

[secondbornsun]

Alternative ain't exactly goin' well, is it?

[ his tail gently arcs from side to side in slow motion, a little like a cat's would when in a playful mood ]

Take a risky bet to take matters into your own hands or quietly agree to bein' toyed with—'s up to you which path ya take, yeah?

[hotnbothered]

[ A few more long, drawn-out moments of silence, but then she holds out a hand. ]



I need a knife. Hurry up with it.

[secondbornsun]

. . . This work for ya?

[ pulling a glove off to offer his hand out, sharp claws extending ]

[hotnbothered]

[ She winces slightly, but then snorts and extends her own palm. ]

Hardly, but beggars can't be choosers.

[secondbornsun]

[ snorts, but wordlessly swipes at her palm, deep enough to get her bleeding ]

[hotnbothered]

[ She takes a deep breath and lets the blood drip to the ground, envisioning a harmless game of charades. ]

Go, post-haste, and make my words as law!

[wooliefrand]

[POOF]





HOWDY! I'm Monochop!

TIME HAS BEEN EXTENDED BY 30 MINUTES

YOU HAVE A CHOICE

ONE PERSON CAN SUFFER FOR ALL OF YOU

OR CONTINUE WITH THE RATINGS, AND THE LOSING 3 WILL!

[rugpull]

...

[shortforever]

[Immediately:]

Just pick me, I'll do it.

[He has TOO MANY FRIENDS IN THIS GAME AAAAAA]

[spinebuddyandme]

—After you wouldn't let me pick a losing number?

[rugpull]

...'ll bake ya a big big cake.

[heavyliesthecrown]

I think perhaps instead of just volunteering, we should all maybe draw lots. I do not wish to see you brought to harm either, Odin-kun. You are a dear friend.

[poisonista]

Odin...!!

[hotnbothered]

... Really? You were so insistent on being second just moments ago.

[hotnbothered]

... That's not quite what I envisioned!

[rugpull]

This is still better.

Ya did a good job. Thanks, Flare.

[poisonista]

Better than what we began with, Miss Flare. It's appreciated.

[spinebuddyandme]

[ fighting SO hard not to immediately volunteer ]

[heavyliesthecrown]

. . . Perhaps. Perhaps we could draw lots?

[poisonista]

No one will agree to it, unless they're fighting for the role of who gets axed.

[spinebuddyandme]

If you can convince Odin to draw lots, I'm in.

[secondbornsun]

Hey, lambchop.

[ vague gesture to wherever junko's body is ]

Have at that one.

[rugpull]

...

[DOES SHE COUNT???]

[wooliefrand]

The dead can't suffer, sorry!!