Deus sighed at the blindness of these people. Regardless of what would keep them alive, Deus was sure that his course of action would be far more amusing, at least to him, and that was the important part. However, he knew a reason like that would hold no weight with these people. "We're screwed if we follow that shadow. This Game Master obviously has this whole thing planned out, and he wants us to play along. This is a cruel game for his sadistic sense of joy, as he appears to be a being of sufficient power to destroy us all with a thought. There's no way we're going to survive if we follow along in his plan. However, if we stop following the plan, and diverge from the intended path, I'm hoping to annoy him. Frustrate him. Get him nice and angry. If he's angry, he'll quite likely leave an opening or opportunity he would not have allowed to show had his head been clear. Unless you attach no value to your lives and the lives of your loved ones, you should stay here." Deus smiled, looking around the room quite impressed with his speech. He was sure he'd convince them all with the whole 'your friends are going to die if you screw up' angel. He'd used that one more often.
Sitting down, Deus pulled out a bubble pipe, and smoked it, small bubbles floating upwards gently. He had nothing more to say, and thus, he assumed the ultimate gentlemanly waiting position, with both tea and a bubble pipe. He also grew a quite impressive moustache, which perfectly trimmed itself, as a monocle appeared on his left eye. While on a gentleman in a black suit it might have looked stylish, if a bit silly, on Deus, who wore a bright red sparkling suit, it looked positively ridiculous. To be fair, however, this was quite probably what Deus was going for in the first place.