User:Trar/Game:Grueslayer/ch3/bensonistchamber/afterbrycemore

Grueslayer

Bensonist Chamber No. 3	Score: 81.5	Moves: 74
> Get after Bryce You go down YET ANOTHER FUCKING PASSAGEWAY, of which you are getting very tired, until you come to another chamber. This one is empty except for a ladder in the center that rises up several hundred feet to a trapdoor you can just make out at the top (with your sheer instinctive genius, you deduce that it must lead back up to the hotel)...and, in one corner, the Deputy, chained to a chair. > Free the dumb bitch Chained, you bloody idiot. As in, there's chains on her. Binding her to the chair. Planning to yank those off with your hands? 'Cause I could come up with a really creative death scene for that, if you like. > No, thanks...so, you sure there's nothing else here? Uh...oh, look at that, there's a note sellotaped to the Deputy's chest. > 'Scuse me, m'lady, d'you mind if I just remove this note...by squeezing that...and that. Thank you. You sodding perv. > Whatever. Read note, please. Grueslayer, If you are reading this, you are more persistent than I thought. I am hoping you will try to remove these chains with your hands, as they have on them an enchantment that will give the Grueslayer narrator the opportunity to come up with possibly one of the most creative and entertaining death scenes in the game. Oooh... > Keep reading! However, if you are smarter than that, climb the ladder and meet me in my room at the hotel. I will duel you. If you defeat me, you will find the key, as well as the deus ex machina that advance the plot, on my body. That would be plausible, right? Cardinal Bryce > I get the message. Climb the ladder. Okay. You turn toward the ladder...but... > ...what? You cast another glance toward the chains... > Don't even think about it! Climb the ladder! But...no, seriously, forget what I said about the chains earlier, the idea of yanking them off is actually really inviting... > No! Climb the ladder! Okay...but casting another longing glance at the chains, you again... > Climb the ladder! Can't we compromise? Just...brush them? > CLIMB THE FUCKING LADDER!!! You see no THE FUCKING LADDER!!! here. > Right. That does it. That draws the line. Wanna see how nasty I can get? Huh? > Rape Grueslayer narrator with a trowel. NO! MY FEW REMAINING DREGS OF DIGNITY! Okay, okay, fine, you sick freak, climb your precious ladder! > I should think so, too. Anyway, with one final longing glance at the chains... > Trowel. ...you ascend on the long, wobbly and unnerving climb up the unsteady ladder, until you reach the trapdoor at its dizzying height. Fall down the ladder Open trapdoor