This Is No Fun
Once again, the skeleton side was filled with enthusiastic participants, while the human side was enveloped in a tense, unnerving silence.
Who were they kidding? After what had happened to the beefy man, who would dare to step forward and put themselves through the same predicament? Right now, they were no different than cattles lining up for slaughter, only waiting for the blade to descend over their necks. They knew that sooner or later they would have to participate in the elimination game, but was there really nothing they could do aside from avoiding the poisoned dessert?
As the third round commenced and a skeleton was selected, Mad Hatter turned to the players, his disappointment palpable in his tone. "Still no volunteers?"
When he was met with nothing but silence, he resignedly pointed to an unwilling player. "Alright, for this round, let me choose… you!"