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20 "Uh oh... Why is this slippery?" I say.

Wow a natural 20 I take what I said back.

Yeah so you manage to position yourself perfectly, balance your weight expertly and land a perfect hit on Jerry without slipping so much as an inch. You then descend the stairs after him and Stella (whose fates haven't been decided yet) with elegance and poise.

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edit: IM SCREWED!!!

Yay! "Hopefully Jerry won't be able to light fires in this wave room." I grumble.

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Yay! "Hopefully Jerry won't be able to light fires in this wave room." I grumble.

 “None of you are very nice”

"I'm nice, just not to you."

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"I'm nice, just not to you."

 “That’s not fair, and inherently not nice”

"Pfft-"

"From what I've seen (and heard) of you so far, you do not want any of us to survive, including yourself. Therefore, not being nice to you is just preserving my life."

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edit: IM SCREWED!!!

 Jerry charges into the doorway, and manages several paces down the slippery stairs with surprising ease. Looking up for a moment, Jerry notices something which looks suspiciously like a fist before it crunches into his temple. His feet go out from under him, and he manages an almost complete backflip from his momentum, thundering down the slippery stairs flailing like a panicked landed fish before wiping Stella out on the way down. The two of you come crashing to a halt in a heap at the bottom of the stairs. One of Jerry's grenades rolls across the floor. It makes a ponderous circle before your dazed eyes, like a lawn bowl avidly being watched by its geriatric deliverer, and it rolls to a stop right in front of your face.

Your moment of joy in having your grenade back, and still being able to feel your limbs after the fall, is quashed as you see the floor tile below the grenade slowly sink by about an inch.

Those still in the waiting room find the room constricting like a trash compactor, the walls forcing them towards the open doorway. As the last of you are pushed into the top of the staircase, the door behind you seamlessly forms into a bare, stone wall.

Meanwhile, at the bottom of the stairs, Nothing seems to be happening.

(roleplay amongst yourselves for a moment, my notes have crashed and I need to write up some stuff quickly!)

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"From what I've seen (and heard) of you so far, you do not want any of us to survive, including yourself. Therefore, not being nice to you is just preserving my life."

 “mbaye I don’t want any of you to survive!” “Besides what the people running this place say, when I killed all of us they put a plant in the living room to watch me! I think me killing you is ruining the already messed up experiment!”

“Ooooh, grenade!”

"Well, why won't you want us to survive, real reason?"

Hunter thinks that Jerry is lying

Okay, I think I'm ready.

Those of you at the bottom of the stairs find yourselves in a room full of paintings. The walls are plastered with pictures of everything you can possibly think of - plants, trees, houses, clouds, scenery, ships, mountains, tornadoes, animals of all descriptions, dragons, castles - looking around the vast array of pictures is staggering. The wall opposite the stairs has a doorframe set in it, with the stonework within it being the only bare patch on the walls. The floor is made of flagstones, one of which is still sunken slightly from where Jerry's grenade landed.

I look around and ask "What does this have to do with waves?"

(wait where am i rn-)

I look at the walls. (if I find nothing I would like to pull the pin on jerry's grenade and run to the top of the stairs)

here is a roll in advance

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I look at the walls. (if I find nothing I would like to pull the pin on jerry's grenade and run to the top of the stairs)

here is a roll in advance

20

 well hot dang

(is this the 20 luck day-)

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(is this the 20 luck day-)

 why yes it is

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I look at the walls. (if I find nothing I would like to pull the pin on jerry's grenade and run to the top of the stairs)

here is a roll in advance

20

 You start looking around the room, and you see a huge variety of pictures of all different shapes, sizes and styles. Investigating the wall within the doorframe, you find a small plaque underneath where the picture would hand, saying:

"The Key.
The Key is She who Visits a Key by sound but not by letter
thy escape is not by land nor beast but by a route that's wetter
trust thee wood of mans design but do not trust the weather
The key is not The Key ye seek to make thyself unfettered."

As you read the words, a gurgling sound reaches your ears. you step to the side as you turn to see what it is, and your footstep splashes.

The water is rising.