NOVEL SIMPLE Cycle 5 (4)
Dear Diary,
Admin 2's group is all gone now. They came over and tried to attack us, but Rusty (the good hellhound doggo that she is) ate them. The rest of us helped, but she did most of the fighting.
So only people from 4, 5, and 6 are left.
Which, well, we don't really want to fight? 4 is Fire's group, and 5 is Hash's group, and we're kinda friends. But only eight people can win.
No one wants to stay here forever. So we'll have to do something. What that something is… we don't know.
Hopefully the Director comes up with a way out.
In other news, Kimi is refusing to talk to Lily. That's something I feel like we should talk about. It's important to be on good terms with everyone in the group.
Mika is still angry about being stuck in her room. Samuel is bored. He enjoyed the cake I made him, but there isn't anything to do.
Oh, Avi tried to make a collar for Rusty, but anything that stays on her for more than a few minutes either burns or melts off. He needs something magically resistant to heat and fire. Sadly, nothing in the inventory shop has resistances.
When the cycle ends and we go through the dungeon again we're gonna try finding Rusty. Avi thinks if we just walk around shouting "treats" we'll find her.
I'm not saying the idea wouldn't work, I'm just saying more than one animal will react to the word. I mean, if you go to a dog park on Earth and shout "treats!" more than one animal will run towards you. Cats, dogs, birds, lots of animals know what that word is.
So using the word to find one specific animal… might be hard.
Speaking of treats, I should prep bacon for tomorrow before going to bed. It'll take all of five seconds, but it's best to have it ready now.
Goodnight, Dungeon!
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Admin 6 followed Admins 4 and 5 into the Director's office. The Director didn't look particularly happy.
"Your players aren't fighting," she stated.
"My players act strategically," Admin 5 said, taking the only chair. "They know they can't lose if they never leave their building."
Admin 4 nodded. "Mine have set up ranged weapons. They'll take down anyone who goes outside, but presume the other groups also have ranged weapons."
"Same," Admin 6 said.
The Director took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "How will we resolve this?"
Admin 6 shared a glance with 4 as 5 frowned at the desk.
"We can't allow an eternal siege," the Director added. "Something has to push them out of their buildings."
"Take them out at random?" 5 tried. "Tell them that for every hour no one dies, we will kill someone. Until only eight are left."
"How many are left?" Admin 4 asked. "I have six."
"Eight," Admin 6 said.
Admin 5 glanced back at them. "Eight."
"That makes twenty-two," the Director said. "How would we decide who gets killed?"
"RNG," 6 shrugged. "Give all the players a number and let an indifferent program choose."
4 nodded again. "That's fair."
"Very well," the Director said, leaning back in her chair. "I'll leave it to you three to alert your players. The clock will start at midnight."
"Great," 5 said, standing.
The three Admins left.