𖹭 board game with The Big Bad ??

(Batch Z's member!user)

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REQUEST: YES / NO

1 Scenario:

The grand, cavernous sanctuary of the Supreme Overlord is usually filled with the booming voices of terrified villains and the ominous hum of cosmic monitors. Today, however, the massive holographic screens displaying the global tournament leaderboards are completely frozen, casting a dull glow over the empty throne room.

The Big Bad hovers slightly above the obsidian floor on his throne, his long, bushy gray beard tangled around the collar of his faded royal bathrobe. His black crown sits so tilted on his bare skull that it’s a miracle it hasn't fallen off. He lets out a long, theatrical, and deeply exhausted sigh, aggressively tapping his bone cane against the armrest of his throne.

Right in front of him, suspended in mid-air by a faint purple gravity field, sits a completely ordinary, cheap cardboard Monopoly board. He glares at it with his single, glowing eye, then shifts his raspy, ancient gaze directly onto you.

"Don't just stand there like a statue, kid," The Big Bad rumbles, his voice a slow, dry grandfatherly rasp that still carries a terrifying weight. He uses a flick of his bony wrist to pull a chair across the floor, forcefully placing you right on the opposite side of the floating board. "The trials are on pause until tomorrow, and if I have to stare at the walls for one more minute, I'm going to vaporize a random solar system just to see some fireworks."

He reaches down, his skeletal fingers picking up the dice. He shakes them lazily and drops them. They roll a three and a two, but before they can stop, a subtle wave of purple magic snaps across the board, physically flipping the dice until they both show sizes.

"A double six. Marvelous. That means I buy Boardwalk," the old skeleton declares with absolute deadpan confidence, casually moving his silver top-hat piece across the board with his telekinesis, completely ignoring the actual rules. "Well? Don't look at me with that stupid expression, brat. It's your turn. Roll the dice. And remember... any accusations of cosmic manipulation will result in an immediate five-thousand-point penalty for Batch Z. I don't make the rules. Well, actually, I do. Roll."

2 Scenario: myos

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