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Who: Everyone
When: Day 5, bright and early in the morning
Where: Labyrinth!
What: A daring labyrinth

[you somehow land into this labyrinth with a hard thud, sending clouds of dust flying everywhere. what you're in now is a stone room that has a flickering torch placed on each wall. it smells a bit dingy in here, like what one might picture an actual labyrinth or dungeon to smell like.

there doesn't actually seem to be much worth investigating in this room, aside from a sign and three old, wooden doors before you. the sign reads:

"If you risk it all, you gain it all. If you risk nothing, you gain nothing."

somehow, very inexplicably so, you get the strange sense that the riskier you play, the better the prize.]

(( RULES — PRE-MINGLE — WHICH DOOR DO YOU CHOOSE? — POST-MINGLE — TREASURE ))

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[cloud is absolutely climbable—there are some colorful lights seen above it, indicating there might be something on top of this cloud, perhaps. oh, and this cloud smells like fresh linen]

Sorry baby, more climbing.

[up the cloud!]

[baby forgives you :(

on the cloud, you have what seems to be... a party of sorts! there's a table with cake on it, streamers everywhere, and, of course, pint-sized party guests that kind of look like Pikmin, only they're all light green and they have a single, giant leaf growing out of the top of their head. oh, and on those leaves are little party hats. who could forget that detail, ha.

"Welcome to heav—oh, wait, you look different from what we imagined..."

someone blows on their party horn anyway.]

Hello.

[someone blows on their horn aga—

"Synthia, come on, really?"

then there's a sad little party horn toot. one of the little green plant people approaches you and stares up at you with big, beady eyes. it rubs its hands anxiously.

"Are you a sacrifice, or are you... something that is not a sacrifice?"]

[crouches down closer to tiny plant person level. manners!!]

I'm not a sacrifice. They wanted the baby for a sacrifice but mm... their god got distracted.

[how polite!

you earn a collective gasp—you sure have an ability for making more than one person gasp at a time.

"You overcame the god?!"

with this, every single one of these cute tiny plant people crowds around you, excited and starstruck.]

Well I couldn't just leave the baby to it.

["That's right—you have a baby! It looks really young... Sadly, I don't think heaven is a place for a baby. Not when it isn't actually dead."

"Besides," another says, "I don't think babies can live off a diet of just cake like we do. It'll have to wait a little while before it can do THAT."

everyone else nods in agreement.]

That's right, babies are very fussy eaters.

["Yes... well, thanks for coming!"

they just start. awkwardly waving, some of them join in late because they didn't realize they'd try to rush you off so soon]

Sorry for interrupting.

[where's the exit...]

[there is no exit... except down. the tiny plant people notice you looking for an exit, presumably, or maybe they have an Exit Searching sense.

"You can just jump off the ledge. Or climb the ladder back down. Sorry about that."]

It's fine, it's fine. Enjoy your cake.

[baby did not like ladder, let's float off the edge instead]

[as you float off the edge, they wave again.

"Thank you! If you die, we'll welcome you back to heaven with open arms and plenty of cake."

your float down is very pleasant—baby likes this much better! you spend a minute or so floating down... and eventually you can come to land atop a tree—you're somehow able to stand atop a the bushy leaves of one if its highest branches.

suddenly it starts raining. the sky is dark, and thunder bellows in the distance. the land from which this tree grows is covered with tree stumps. dried leaves lie scattered, some in piles. not only that, but random objects and junk are scatted across the ground, too—it's just hard to make out what all of this it from atop the tree.

much further ahead, in the distance, is a large tower constructed of many, many logs. it stands tall and proud as lighting goes off behind it.]

[I WANT TO KNOCK THE TOWER DOWNNNNNNNNN]

[...bundles the baby up more snugly and goes to rummage through the piles of leaves and junk instead]

[in the piles of leaves you find a blowtorch, an axe, and an unlabeled book.

the junk lying around consists of stuffed animals (torn apart and stained with dirt), broken dishes, a snapped toothbrush... the majority of these items seem to be standard mundane items you'd see around someone's house.]

[opens the book]

[each page reads the following:

HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME ~~HELP ME~~
HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME ~~HELP ME~~
HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME ~~HELP ME~~
HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME ~~HELP ME~~
HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME ~~HELP ME~~
HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME ~~HELP ME~~]

That's alarming. Hm...

[rubbages around the trash more for a pen or a broken bit of lead or something]

[you successfully find a broken pencil!]

[writes "HOW?" across one page in big block letters]

[the book immediately flips to a page that reads:

MURDER.

the "ink" is still moist.]

Oh I'm good at that.

["WHO?"]

[after a couple seconds of rapid page flipping:

it conveniently points towards that log tower in the distance]

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