Pablito: and there is no other way out of here?
Voice: that is so.
Pablito: that's not just and you know it.
Voice: life is not just. Nor is death.
Felissan: you know what you need to do. We can't help you.
Pablito: but I don't want to have to decide...
D3f3nd3r: but a decision needs to be made. There is no other way out...just have to do it...
Pablito: I'm going to try to find a way. There has to be a loophole somewhere.
Shadoweh: but there's always danger everywhere around. No escape.
Pablito took a heavy, disconcerted sigh. Time had passed at a glacial death march pace since he woke up in the curious dungeon. And this really was a death march except without the funereal decor and the eulogies. He'd wish even for a garish overblown flower bouquet and a casket for his inevitable death because even then it's a comfortable bed and it's something edible. All we had was the condensation on the concrete floor and the rat pis to keep us hydrated. And instead of endless "heavenly fathers we are gathered here to celebrate the life of..." All we have now are mounds of dust honoring the passed players and the lingering silences honoring the lost voices. The days become lonelier knowing that just hours before, mist, inspectorscout, kari, jdga had occupied the stale air of the dungeon with us. At least there's more oxygen these days but the pungency of decomposed flesh might not necessarily be worth it. Pablito took a glance at the others shackled to the walls of the dungeon and then stared down at the skin on his wrists rubbed dry from the iron hand cuffs tying him to the walls. There's an insightful metaphor there but his deliriously exhausted mind couldn't even go there. At least his wrists didn't have bleeding skin like PiggyGal15. She'd been moving her hands all around and holding them up typing endlessly while keeping her devious smile. Reportedly she was writing about a horny dirk strider but only she knew the truth to that and hell if pablito could even get a word in with her. Nonetheless she did look happy and that's more than anyone could even dare to dream of here - takes too much energy to be happy in this dungeon.
Pablito knew someone is supposed to die at his hands this time but maybe he could get away with only pretending to kill someone and getting away with it. None of us were deserving of death but if course death decided we weren't deserving of life either. And pablito knew that he'd rather die the valiant death than take from another.
Xofelf: No don't touch me. Pleasestopjuststop.
Pablito: I can't believe she is still stuck there. I wish there was something I can do. Remove her from this mistake state. It's horrible she's still stuck in that story; is just a vortex of suck.
Xofelf: pleasestopjuststop.
Pablito thought, well maybe death can be worthwhile especially if prolonging this misery was even worse. Xofelf seemed still stuck in delirium ever since she had to kill Kari. Living that day all over again seemed like no way to continue onward.
Pablito looked to his left and saw animorpherv1 stand up. No one has stood up in days so this must be significant. Animorpherv1 just got up and stumbled as if he magically found a mini bar bottle of vodka and was instantly drunk.
Pablito: maybe I can get Ani to kill someone...even if it had to be me.
Pablito recognized as much as he talked today he was the only one lucid and awake. The others were stagnant in other realities. A few pretending to type at a computer as if they were at home, others reliving death sequences over again, especially all those who became murderers. Maybe I was like that too before I woke up today. Except even D3f3nd3r who hadn't killed was still talking to himself and stuck in a suspended animating sequence. And the same words over and over. Pablito knew the only way out of this could be suicide. That had to be the loophole:
Sup, later.
