Back in the darkened pit that was the first room where everyone had, and some still were awakening, a man of colorless being and blackened ink slowly rose to his feet. If one could even consider a creature such as him a man, of course, for despite fully interacting with and conforming to the three-dimensional environment that surrounded them all, Trollge still appeared as though he were fully animated. Something that created quite the visual paradox for anyone around, albeit one they could slowly grow accustomed to as time went on.

In any case though, he didn't spend too much time questioning where he was or how he'd gotten here, for he had been in situations far stranger than this before, and didn't think it that unusual it as a result.

>Brushing le dirt from his suit, Mr. Trollge swaggered his way over to le open door, his expression cheerful as could be.

^{@Gentlemanvaultboy}

Your eyes are thankfully working, however you don't seem to spot any traps nor do you see any glittering treasures. Well you see dead bodies, two to be exact and lots of dead fish floating upwards.

The spell cast by Cate sends Lana down alright--crashing into the pool below. But instead of just entering breathable water that she could survive--Lana is now being electrocuted.

Her ears start to ring as her vision fades to whiteness.

The sounds of office chatter, phones ringing, and an image of the note--

"You don't have to jump to get jeans on, I see."

--is on full display in her mind, as well as the image of a pasty white ass.

Lana's fate of life or death is in the hands of the god(s) of this new universe's hands as her body thrives and flails about being shocked.

Juno didn't know where he was, but he sure would like a comic to read right about now.

^@VladKorkov

Your katana slices Lana clean in half just as she hit the waters surface. Congratulations once you escape you'll be prosecuted for murder, oh and you don't see anything but yourself reflected in the water that slowly turns crimson.
Your going to jail after this, I promise.

"Aw, poor Lana."

Cate put out seven golden balls with star marks from her bag. She summoned a Great Dragon Spirit to make a wish in reviving Lana back.

Trollge strides through the door in a triumphant fashion, before cha cha-ing real smooth into the center of the group with a spin followed by a bow.

"Hello bitches," he says in an artificial sounding voice, looking up to rake his gaze over those gathered. "I'm here."

Juno didn't find any comic books to read, bummer. He went to go meet some people instead and made sure he had his paper notes with him.

"Critics! You're all just a bunch of damn critics!" Stan yelled as began strangling the nearest person or thing to him.
"You want acting? How's this for acting, I'm ready for my close up, Mr.Deville"

Aha, it turns out he did finds some treasure! Mr. Wonderfull found the door that fell into the water with him and was quickly electrocuted to an especially crispy demise! It was quickly joined by a load of fish, and two whole halfs of a person. What a wonderful find, it thought, as a cloud of red began to obscure his view. He could only assume the samurai had done that to her. He had had a feeling that boy would do well in the game.

If things had really gotten a far as the indiscriminate murder portion of your typical death game, though, than he was at a marked disadvantage. His programming forbid him from either directly helping or hindering other players. As such, he was completely unable to defend himself. The electric current that was pouring out of him and into the water made for a good defense, but he would need to think offensively if he wanted to win. He looked around at the resources at his disposal and got an idea. It was time to do something extremely offensive.

He grabbed up all the pieces he could see floating around him. Breaking apart Dorian, he used the components of the magic door to fashion a new abdomen for the woman that he stuffed with fish to simulate the organs she would need. The he jammed the two halfs of her into the new wooden midsection he had constructed like two fingers in a Chinese finger trap.

He couldn't help living players, but there were no restriction on what he could do with dead ones. Not only that, but the electricity that kept pouring into them should be an excellent recipe for reviving them if that old documentary film Frankenstein his master enjoyed was any indication.

He ran every process he could, pumping out as much electricity as possible in an attempt to bring his fishy, half door zombie warrior BACK TO LIFE, MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Stan hugs the wall and cries...