Avant-Garde Mafia: The Dimensional Duel

Night 1

The group had just witnessed the gruesome annihilation of jampa17. The mysterious voice spoke: "I hope this teaches all of you a lesson." He paused for a few seconds. "You know what? I grow tired of this scenery. Don't you? I think it's time for a change." The dimension began to shake once more and a sparkling blue light appeared where the black hole once resided. The light flashed and the players were removed from the dimension for a matter of nanoseconds while the voice altered the dimension completely.

As the players returned to reality, they took note of the 'change in scenery'. They found themselves in an arctic-like atmosphere, standing on an extremely massive sheet of ice. "There is a pool of water to your east", spoke the voice. "You should plan what you are going to do in order to sustain your survival in a climate like this. You have the night to sleep and think it over. You cannot be fully rational without sleep and all of you have earned it."� The voice created 24 small tents instantaneously that bore the name of each player. "You will sleep in these overnight. Tomorrow will be a long day for all of you." He laughed.

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Zebedee went inside his tent and was surprised to find a squid covered in neon paint waiting. "What the hell?"

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John Cage was busy walking around, surveying everyone's tents and peering out into the darkness around him. He slowly made his way to NecronCommander's tent, clutching to his cane as he meandered inside. He noticed that there was some duct tape on the ice near the makeshift bed. Duct tape? Whatever. He securely trapped his victim to the bed. There was no way NecronCommander was going to participate tomorrow if he had anything to do with it!

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Some of the players failed to sleep that night. They tried and tried, but simply could not get their minds off of the situation. One by one at different times throughout the night, they walked outside their tents to find that there was a campfire a little while away. When did that get there? Regardless of its origin, all of them were drawn to it, and rightfully so. It was too damn cold. They were keeping warm by the fire for hours, but eventually some people noticed something strange in the flame. Was that a man's silhouette reflected in the tip of the flame? Couldn't be. But the fire soon shifted shape and suddenly jampa17 magically stood where the fire once burned, covered in some sort of black goo. "Hey everyone! Man, that was a crazy ride... Holy crap, what reeks?"� jampa17 sniffed in the air. "Oh wait, that's me..."�

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Choose wisely. You have 48 hours to select your option.