Post by Hosh on Mar 11, 2018 17:11:38 GMT -6
Everyone silently votes. Even though Morton confessed, you can't help but still feel nervous about the correctness of your vote.
Eventually, Dahlia breaks the silence.
"I see everyone has voted. Well then, let's see the results."
She elegantly casts Wingardium Leviosa and from the ceiling slowly descends the Sorting Hat. It falls down onto Morton's head and shouts:
Eventually, Dahlia breaks the silence.
"I see everyone has voted. Well then, let's see the results."
She elegantly casts Wingardium Leviosa and from the ceiling slowly descends the Sorting Hat. It falls down onto Morton's head and shouts:
"Guilty!"
Everyone gives a sigh of relief and mixed feelings. As the hat floats off, Morton just stares at the ground. Dahlia, on the other hand, seems less troubled.
"Good job, everyone, you got it right. And let's all thank Morton for the interesting mystery!"
"Eh, I expected more of him. But I guess the first trial should be an easy one."
"But now comes the fun part. Right, Dahlia? Should we get straight into it?"
"...It's Punishment Time."
Dahlia gracefully pulls a lever and Morton is violently grabbed around the neck by a chain, pulled further into the dark dungeon. Everyone else is taken over by disgusting curiosity and slowly follows him, until they come across a fence. And behind that fence, begins Morton's horrific end.
A POOR MAN'S GLUTTONY
Morton is strapped to a chair, all dirty and with torn clothes after being dragged through the cave. In front of him is a fancy, entirely set table, with glasses, napkins, plates, cutlery and a delicious-looking dish on the plate in front of him. As Dahlia lifts her wand, Morton's hands move in the same direction. She smirks.
Morton is forced to eat the dish in front of him. Despite his fear, he can't help but enjoy the delicious meal. He chugs down the wine, and chows the cooked meat, mashed potatoes and vegetables. Eventually, he finishes the entire plate.
Then suddenly, he stuffs his mouth with napkins. He panicks as he is forced to bite down and swallow the paper, but he can't fight back as his hands keep forcing more and more napkins down his throat.
His hands grab a glass and break it on the table. Morton's face turns even paler. He resists with all his strength as his hands bring the broken glass to his mouth. But he can't stop them. He bites down on the glass as shards of it tear open the inside of his mouth. More and more glass is forced inside and Morton starts coughing up blood.
He swallows. More blood splatters over the table. He swallows again. He breaks a plate and pushes the shards into his already stuffed mouth. His blood streams through the gaps of the porcelain and glass.
With one cough, all the shards fall onto the table into a bloody mess. His eyes roll backwards as his head falls face-first onto the table.
CHAPTER 1 END
STUDENTS REMAINING: 18
Everyone gives a sigh of relief and mixed feelings. As the hat floats off, Morton just stares at the ground. Dahlia, on the other hand, seems less troubled.
"Good job, everyone, you got it right. And let's all thank Morton for the interesting mystery!"
"Eh, I expected more of him. But I guess the first trial should be an easy one."
"But now comes the fun part. Right, Dahlia? Should we get straight into it?"
"...It's Punishment Time."
Dahlia gracefully pulls a lever and Morton is violently grabbed around the neck by a chain, pulled further into the dark dungeon. Everyone else is taken over by disgusting curiosity and slowly follows him, until they come across a fence. And behind that fence, begins Morton's horrific end.
A POOR MAN'S GLUTTONY
Morton is strapped to a chair, all dirty and with torn clothes after being dragged through the cave. In front of him is a fancy, entirely set table, with glasses, napkins, plates, cutlery and a delicious-looking dish on the plate in front of him. As Dahlia lifts her wand, Morton's hands move in the same direction. She smirks.
Morton is forced to eat the dish in front of him. Despite his fear, he can't help but enjoy the delicious meal. He chugs down the wine, and chows the cooked meat, mashed potatoes and vegetables. Eventually, he finishes the entire plate.
Then suddenly, he stuffs his mouth with napkins. He panicks as he is forced to bite down and swallow the paper, but he can't fight back as his hands keep forcing more and more napkins down his throat.
His hands grab a glass and break it on the table. Morton's face turns even paler. He resists with all his strength as his hands bring the broken glass to his mouth. But he can't stop them. He bites down on the glass as shards of it tear open the inside of his mouth. More and more glass is forced inside and Morton starts coughing up blood.
He swallows. More blood splatters over the table. He swallows again. He breaks a plate and pushes the shards into his already stuffed mouth. His blood streams through the gaps of the porcelain and glass.
With one cough, all the shards fall onto the table into a bloody mess. His eyes roll backwards as his head falls face-first onto the table.
CHAPTER 1 END
STUDENTS REMAINING: 18
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