Avant-Garde Mafia: The Dimensional Duel

Night 11

Only Triceratopsoil and nutella23 remained. They witnessed the factory explode violently and couldn’t believe that all of their comrades were gone in a matter of split seconds. But now they were so much closer to securing victory over control of this powerful dimension, where anything could be created, sustained, or destroyed. The possibilities were endless. What would the mysterious voice possibly reward the winner with? They both wanted to know, and they would both do anything to find out.

The mysterious voice spoke from beyond: “Hahahahahahaha, when will people learn? You two are the final two standing, congratulations! And now that you’ve made it through the final destination, it’s time to take you to the battle zone.” The ground began to shake as the dimension shifted once again. Battle zone? Both players weren’t sure what to expect, but they envisioned some scary stuff. This is a psychotic voice, after all, and he would probably test their intellectual and physical capabilities to their absolute limits!

When the dimension was finished shifting, they found themselves on a gigantic colorful dance floor. “What the hell?” asked nutella23. Music began to play in the background. It was Primal Scream. Triceratopsoil was not pleased. “This isn’t Avant music! WHERE’S MY AVANT?!!?”

The voice responded “You will spend the remainder of your duration in this quite danceable dimension where Primal Scream will be the background of your final battle. You will now presume Night 11 as a typical night period. One of you may die in the night, or both of you may be gone. I’ll be here in the morning if any of you are still alive. See ya! Have fun!”

Triceratopsoil and nutella23 both stared each other down. This was it. It was now or never. Trieratopsoil yelled for his pet squid. “HEYYYYYYY VANDER! HERE, BOY!” The squid came crashing down from the sky, facing nutella23. She dodged the squid’s attacks, and with socks in hand, managed to wrestle the squid to the ground and suffocate it with socks. Triceratopsoil was speechless. He couldn’t believe it.

Meanwhile, the song was playing in the background at an extremely high volume, and Triceratopsoil couldn’t take it anymore. That, in combination with his failed kill attempt, made him very agitated. nutella23, having just dismantled and suffocated an entire giant squid on her own, smiled with satisfaction and began to walk over to Triceratopsoil. She tried to sneak up behind him, but it was futile. There were only the 2 of them there. She couldn’t try to suffocate him; there had to be another way. Ah-ha! She knew what to do. Tim Hodgkinson may be dead, but his beast isn’t! She reached into her pocket to find Tim’s beast whistle and called it. The beast plunged from the sky, in a similar fashion to the squid, and darted after Triceratopsoil. He ran away, trying to keep away from the beast, but its speed was too fast. He had to find something else to do. As he was dodging the attacks, he looked around. All he could see was a disco-esque dance floor. “Dammit…” he muttered. He thought, there had to be something he could use… He tuned into the music. That was it! He looked around and saw giant speakers on the perimeter of the dimensional boundaries. He ran quickly toward one of the corners of the dimension, knowing it would either be his demise or the beast’s. The beast came charging after him, and Triceratopsoil, with all his might, picked up the large speaker with perfect timing and threw it onto the beast. It hit the beast square in the head, and he collapsed over from the massive impact. Triceratopsoil, sweaty as hell, peered out into the distance to see nutella23 in shock. He smiled.

nutella23 survived a kill attempt by Captain Beefheart and His Magic Band.
Triceratopsoil survived a kill attempt by Henry Cow.

It is now Day 12. You must await further instructions from the mysterious voice regarding today's procedure.

Pre-Day 12

The mysterious voice was incredibly impressed. “There is definitely a reason you two are the final two standing. I am very pleased. As a result, I’m prepared to offer you a reward. Don’t worry; it’s not a bomb this time.” Suddenly, in the middle of the dance floor appeared a very large black box. The black box had several doors on it, all numbered with different numbers: 2, 4, 5, 13, 18, 21, 22, and 23. He continued to explain: “Behind each one of these doors, something awaits you. You can both choose to open the same door, or you can both open a different one. I eagerly anticipate your decision.”

You have 24 hours to select a door.