Week 6, Saturday

[foundationmods]

[After a tense night and a quiet morning, everyone will get an email at 11 am. The email comes straight from MC.]

Meet me in the studio at noon.

[It's probably best to follow those instructions.

When they get to the studio, they will find that twelve podiums have been arranged in a semi-circle on the stage. Each person can take whichever one they want, they aren't assigned.

There is the box of prinny jurors once more, but this time the twelve prinnies seated there might look familiar. In addition, there is a new spot next to the prinnies where a single stool behind a small table is left empty.

Given that the seat John used previously is taken up by MC, John looks at the group awkwardly before going to sit on that stool.

It's time to begin the final trial.]

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Comments

[houndumb]

[Maybe if it was like, light armor so it could squeak and also look max stupid at the same time?? The real point is that Sandy would get punched at the end of the day anyway, so it depends on how much of his dignity he would want shaved off first in this hypothetical bird scenario--

There's just a scoff here.]

Like I care that he's been fucking sitting around starin' at us over screens like the rest of the stupid bozos in the Foundation?? And who cares if he's satisfied or what, I'll MAKE him make up his goddamn mind.

[Yes, force is clearly the answer to all things, as all this boss fight foreshadowing will show...]

[merirut]

[The answer is: of course he would never wear lighter armor?? He refuses even at the beach, who do you take him for--]

My point was that he's been deciding things for us this entire time. [A beat.] ...Well, it isn't as if I can disagree with your sentiment, though. But if you're going to force him to make up his mind, I'd rather we all not get penalized if you attempt something foolhardy.

[this is the undertale round, of course force is the answer???]