Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34100315-20180906195225/@comment-27049835-20180908183338

"Excellent work, my small friend." Amanda sets down a bowl of Pokemon food for Itsuwarimasu before turning to a new being in the corner. "Place him into the chains, please, Draedon." The being sighs before complying.

Braelor awakens. He looks around frantically. "Wh-who are you?!" He angrily asks Amanda.

"I am Ama-" Amanda cuts herself off and mentally berates herself. She was not just Amanda Young anymore. "Excuse that. I am Jigsaw. I want to play a game." She gets close to the hero. "You act high and mighty, as if you're the pure, innocent hero who wants no rewards. Yet you take advantage of the people's love for you. You use their respect as a tool. A shame, really. The chains that hold you in place will do nothing to hurt you. You must stick your hand into the metal box on your left. Let the metal inside impale your hand, and begin admitting things you have done. Things that aren't exactly heroic. Things that are just you taking advantage of your position and regard."

"And if I don't?" Braelor questions.

"If you do not place your hand into the box, or you lie once your hand is inside, the shotgun above your head will fire into you, killing you instantly. The things you admit to will be broadcasted to everyone on these islands, and back at your home world. You must choose. Your reputation, which you have used to take advantage of so many and kill so many, or your body. You must admit ten corrupt acts. Go." Braelor quickly follows directions, inserting his left hand into the metal box. He thought about many things he had done.

"I tortured so many soldiers, I denied them the quick death they requested!" One down.

"My greed for power led to Statis' death!" Two down.

"I was a part of the mob who killed Calamitas' family, I convinced everyone that they were unholy monsters!" Third.

"I took advantage of grieving widows, I stole everything from them!" Four.

"I revived Yharim's mother as my slave, claiming that she was reformed...In reality, I just needed someone to torture, someone who couldn't die!" ....Five.

"I was the one who carried out Yharim's family's punishment, but I wasn't the one who threw them into the lava!" Mechanical whirring told Amanda that Braelor had just lied. Braelor braced himself, closing his eyes...but nothing came. Instead, he opened his eyes to see Amanda giving him the shotgun.

"You get to choose. The quick death via this shotgun that you denied so many, or the slow, painful death via bleeding out you forced so many to endure?" Amanda asked as Braelor took the shotgun. He took aim at himself and fired, but only a broken key came out. Amanda explained. "The shotgun contained the key to your chains, and the spike impaling your hand would have been automatically retracted if the chains unlocked. By choosing the coward's way, and by your own unwillingness to face your karmic retribution, you will now be forced to bleed out to death." Braelor after a horrified look Amanda's way.

"Game over." Amanda triumphantly spoke before she walked away. Braelor eventually bled out, and his limp corpse was held up only by the spike still impaling his hand. Soon enough,  the metal spike tore through the flesh of the hand and Braelor's body fell flat.