All the episodes will be released here. Keep in mind since this is an experiment, the story will only last few epsiodes.

Few things I should also mention for the participant, Non spoiler discussion regarding the story is fine here, example- reaction, appreciation, discrimination, evaporation etc, are fine. Any discussion regarding the story should be done in private, the decision you take based on the choices given must be DM to me.

Participant:
Corne2Plum3 - Corne
Penguin - Penguin the wise
MangaGrumpy - M a n g a G r u m p y
Fujiya - Fujiya
179bpm - 179bpm
DM FOR MUTUAL - Yro
Osudroid96 - Droid96

Episodes:
EP 4

Episode 1
The Threshold of Dust and Stone

The air was still and heavy outside the entrance of the dungeon.

Jagged rock framed the entrance like a mouth of a dragon. Moss hung like a old skin. A gust of wind hissed from within as if the dungeon had exhaled. The Legends were true, this place existed, buried and forgotten.

But this didn't scared the Seven adventurers who stood before the entrance, each unique, each ready--mostly for what lay ahead.


Corne, the large wolf creature, sniffed the air. "Rotting stone, Something is dead in there... maybe a few somethings is dead in there..." he growled, for some reason.

Penguin the wise waddled forward with chest high. "A true test of valor awaits us, and I for one--"
He tripped over a pebble.
"--meant to do that." He added, brushing dirt from his beak, pretending it was part of his performance.

M a n g a G r u m p y mutter at the entrance. "Smells like fish left in the sun. Not the good kind either."
His blue face twitched in irritation. "Lets get this over with before I lose my temper."

Fujiya arms crossed, stared into the dark void. "Splitting up makes more sense later. We cover more ground."
She said it flatly, already calculating the plans.
"No one listen to her," Penguin added confidently. "I have got this. I read a book on dungeons once."

179bpm adjusted his gloves. "There are too many unkowns. Best case, this is a test of logic. Worst case? Random Death." He turned to Fujiya. "I vote we observe everything before making assumptions."

Yro, balancing on a skateboard, rolled lazily in a circle. "So... do we get a map or just vibes?" She did a little flip and landed next to Grumpy. "I hope there is snacks."

"FACT," ed Droid96 who had only powered up. "Every dungeon expedition has a 72% chance of intra-party mistrust by room 3."
He wheeled slowly forward, eyes whirring. "Also, I might trip on loose gravel. Please accommodate"

Grumpy sighed. “We’re so dead."



The dungeon moaned again. The massive stone door open on their own, revealing a hallway bathed in an unnatural blue glow.

From within the smell of wet mold. The sound of distant dripping water and something else... the scrape of bones..

The group hesitated for only a moment. Then, one by one, they stepped into the dark.


End of Episode 1. What do you do?

As your eyes adjust to the light, you find yourselves in a moldy stone hall. Lit by flickering blue flames. A pond of still water lies to the side. At the far end, three ancient doors stood tall. Between them a skeleton, slouched but upright, watching you.

What will you do?

Choose one (DM your answer(only those who /in)):
1. Approach the Skeleton and Speak

2. Inspect the Pond

3. Check the Doors for Clues

4. Stay Back and Observe the Others

[You have 24hours, the option with majority vote will win and the story will continue]

Episode 2
The Bone Guy

The vast hall echoed with shuffling steps and murmers. Seven adventurers had crossed teh threshold, the gate sealing shut behind them. Their only way forward... was through.

The chamber was immense, the air thick and damp, the walls filled with age old moss. Blue flames flickered from stone surface, casting shadows across the cracked stone. A still pond pooled to the left, its surface still as a glass. Ahead three doors stand tall. A slumped skeleton, long lifeless, sat against the far wall, head bowed, unmoving.



Corne walk around the ancient doors, claws lightly tapping the stone floor. His nose twitched. "Something is behind each of these 3 doors.. but I cant tell what."

Penguin the wise was right behind him, inspecting the frame of Door 1. "This one smells like victory!" he declared. "A wise leader would say we simply pick the left one and march boldly onward!" (for the record the door smells like seaweed)

Droid96 meanwhile was scanning all three doors. "FACT: Door 3 bears inscriptions commonly associated with rituals of false hope," he droned. "FACT: Door 2 smells 17% less like decay." His eyes glowed as he continued scanning.

Corne eyed him. “Do you ever say anything useful?”

Droid96 turned slowly. "FACT: Sharks existed before trees."

"...Right," Corne Muttered, turning back to the doors.


Meanwhile, Fujiya crept toward the pond, silent and calculating.

M a n g a G r u m p y trailed behind her. "This place gives me the creeps," he muttered, tossing a pebble in the water. A deep plop echoed back... and a single black bubble rised, then popped.

Fujiya stared at the surface. "There is something wrong with the reflections. They are too.... delayed."

M a n g a G r u m p y curious. "What does that mean?"

"It means," she snapped, "This isnt just water. maybe some kind of illusion, or a trap."

"Or it's just water." He crossed his arms. "I fish for a living. Trust me, I know when something is wrong with it."

Fujiya didn’t answer. Her eyes were locked on the pond, narrowing.



Else where, Yro coasted across the stone on her skateboard with a clack-clack-clack, coming to a screeching stop before the skeleton.
"Eyy, bone head. You awake?" She lightly tapped its skull with the end of her board.

With horrible creak, the skeleton stirred. Hip twisted. Its jaw dropped open with a slow click. (like a good click)

179bpm approached cautiously. "Wait.. Its alive?"

The skeleton voice sounded like the grinding of sand:

>Seven descend.. but not all ascend. Before you stand the Three Doors of Fate. One shall lead you deeper. The other to doom...

Yro crossed her arms. "The typical skeleton riddle nonsense. Can't just give us a map?"

>Only the Relic-Bearer may know. One among you shall glimpse truth... or lies cloaked as truth."

From the cracked floor, a pedestal rose slowly. A scratched obsidian relic hovered above it, pulsing dimly.

Everyone turned.



The relic shaked then, with a sudden jerk, flew across the hall....

..landing clumsily into Droid96's metal hands.

"Relic acquired," he said. "Running interface... loading visions... hallucinations... death probablility: High."

Fujiya narrowed her eyes. "He got it? Seriously??"

Yro leaned over to 179bpm. "I do not trust that microwave."

Penguin the wise squawked. "I believe in him! His data streams are filled with confidence."

Corne muttered, "We are trusting out lives to a slow tin can with a fact addiction.."

Droid96 dramatically raised a finger. "FACT: Sloths are faster swimmers than penguins."

Penguin the wise gasped. "Tha tha that cant be true!!"


Droid96 faced the group, eyes glowing faintly.

"I saw three paths." He paused. "The correct door... is Door 2."

Then he tilted his head.

"..Or is it?"


Fujiya "He is messing with us. There is no way to ."

Manga Grumpy "He could be telling the truth. But if he is wrong, we are screwed."

179bpm The safest strategy is to trust, but . Unfortunately, we cant anything.."

Yro "I say we all just ollie through different doors and hope someone wins."

Penguin “I trust Droid! He is shiny and full of facts.”

Corne “Someone is not making it out of this room. That’s a fact too.”




What Will You Do?
You must each now privately message your choice.

Which door will you enter?

Door 1

Door 2 (claimed safe by Droid96)

Door 3


[You have 24hours, the option are not vote and each character can freely go separately and the story will continue]

Episode 3
The price of Trust

The door creaked open...

Blue light bled from the stone hallway ahead as six shaken adventurers stepped through--- and one body did not. Behind them, the echoes of a fatal misstep hung in the silence.

was gone.

No scream, no cry, just the sound of a clattering on stone and then.. nothing

Fujiya didn't turn back. "Told you he was unserious."

"Maybe if he took it seriously, she'd still be here," muttered 179bpm, his voice trembled, but he kept walking.

Penguin the Wise puffed out his chest. “I knew Door 2 was right. I sensed it with my warrior’s intuition.”

“You followed me, fishbrain,” Droid96 said, sparks flicking from one finger. “Statistically, your choice was a blind gamble with a 33.3% recurring chance of success.”

“Yeah well… I still won!” Penguin the wise grinned, waddling forward like a champion. “Yro didn’t.”

At the back, Corne let out a low growl, the fur on his neck bristling. “Not the time to brag.”

M a n g a G r u m p y sighed deeply, arms crossed. “That was too close. I hate this place already.”



The hall stretched long ahead, lined with skeletal murals carved into the damp stone walls-- images of men climbing, falling, scarificing one another. The blue flame torches flickered above, casting strange, uneven shadows.

Eventually, the corridor opened up into a stone chamber with two distinct paths forward, both carved into the rock like veins in bone.

A cracked sign between them read, in an ancient tongue, which droid96 helpfully translated:

>Path one: for those who dare not fall.
>Path two: for those whose names bear weight.

A stone figure rose from the wall-- another skeleton, this one missing a jaw-- and then disintegrated into dust, as thought its purpose had ended.

A hush fell over the group.

"Two tunnels," Fujiya said, scanning the entrances. "Both traps. Obviously."

M a n g a G r u m p y nodded grimly. "So we split. Three and three."

Penguin clapped his flippers. “Awesome! I love team stuff.”

“No discussion?” asked 179bpm, voice quiet. “We could think this through--”

Fujiya cut him off. “We don't know what's ahead, and we won't until we commit. Delay is dangerous.”

Droid96 buzzed. “Split probabilities indicate both tunnels are equally lethal.”

“Encouraging,” Corne muttered.

Penguin grinned. “Let’s do it! Team Banana and Team Better Banana!” (I couldn't think of a better name)

“Please never name anything again,” Fujiya muttered.




What will you do?

The six survivors must now split into two groups of three, Team banana goes left and Team Better Banana goes right.

There is no voting this time, you all will discuss in this thread and split into different team. Please do not discuss it outside this thread.

24hours

Episode 3 Part 2
Split paths

The silence between the adventurers stretched like the tunnels ahead, dark, quiet, and unknown.

Then without any other word, they split.



Team Banana – Left Tunnel

(Corne, Droid96, MangaGrumpy)

The air turned colder the deeper they went. Their tunnel sloped downward, slick with moss and dust.
Distantly, a low wind howled like something hungry had forgotten how to speak.

MangaGrumpy wiped sweat from his blue brow. "I already regret everything."

Corne snorted. "You regretted it before we left the surface."

“I stand by my regrets.”

Droid96 rolled unevenly across the path, wheels clicking. "FACT: 93% of dungeon regrets occur within the first three rooms."

They reached a vast open cavern. A gaping black chasm split the floor ahead, impossible to jump, the bottom unseen. Across it, a narrow ledge hugged the far wall, Dangling from above. A thick rope bridge swayed gently, tied between rusted posts.

Corne approached cautiously. "That rope's not just for fun."

A glowing glyph pulsed on a nearby wall, barely visible. It read:

>Only those who fear to fall may cross. But beware, too many burdens, and the line snaps."

Droid96 sensors whirred. "Puzzle detected. Input overload will result in.. falling forever. Probably."

A low rumble echoed from the pit below

A smaller inscription glowed beneath:

> Choose your order in silence. Only the sure-footed .

MangaGrumpy eyes narrowed. "So... we pick who goes first, second, third.. and if more than one of us is too heavy together, we drop to death."

Corne's jaw tensed. "We choose blind. And we choose now."

One by one, they stepped back and made their private decisions.

The rope creaked quietly in the dark.

[Team banana, each of you given a weight depending on your character. You have to decide which number you will go, 1st, 2nd, 3rd. If two of you decided same value, you all will die. Please do not discuss it with each other. Send me your choices in my DM.]



Team Better Banana – Right Tunnel

(Fujiya, 179bpm, Penguin the Wise)

Their path was narrower, tighter. The air pressed close, and the flickering blue torchlight danced like ghosts on the walls.

Penguin the Wise waddled confidently. “Feels like the path of champions.”

“You say that every time,” Fujiya said flatly.

“I’m usually right at least once,” he shot back with a grin.

Ahead, the tunnel opened into a stone chamber. A single door stood tall, embedded with golden writing. Above it, a booming voice echoed, emotionless and ancient.

>One among you must bear the weight of worth. Choose the most worthy. They alone shall face the test.

Fujiya’s eyes flicked over the door. “I’d wager a riddle. Or death.”

179bpm stepped forward. “We have to vote. Not for ourselves. One of us walks through. One of us lives or dies.”

A moment ed.

Fujiya met his gaze. “So we vote. Now.”

They each cast their votes.



[You don't have to vote quietly, you can discuss it in this thread.]

[The episode will continue after these choice are made]

Episode 3 part 3
Weight of Names, Weight of Lives

[Team Banana – Left Tunnel: “For those who dare not fall”]

A pit yawns before them, bottomless, dark and hungering.

A frayed rope stretches across the void, swaying in the dungeon's unseen breath. A simple mechanism: one rope, one way across. But a metal plaque nailed into the stone reads:

>One rope, three chances. Choose your turn. Trust your weight.

Each member enters their choice privately- no words, just silent gazes.

The wind howled through the tunnel, carrying the sound of distant whispers. The rope creaked, untouched.

MangaGrumpy clenched his fists. "Someone’s gotta go. Ain’t gonna be me first, though."

Droid96 mechanical eyes flickered with calculations. "FACT: Probability of structural failure increases with hesitation. Yet… hesitation persists."

Corne, massive and imposing, shifted his weight. His voice was a low growl. "We don't got all day. But I am not rushing to my death."

Another beat of silence.

MangaGrumpy exhaled sharply, rolling his shoulders. "Fine. Guess I’ll be the damn guinea pig."

His hands gripped the rope. The fibers bit into his palms. Every muscle in his cartoonish body tensed as he swung forward, legs dangling over the abyss.

"Easy… easy…" he muttered, sweat beading on his brow.

Halfway across, the rope trembled.

MangaGrumpy froze. His breath hitched.

A single thread snapped.

"Shit. Shit, shi-" He forced himself forward, teeth gritted. "Just a little more…"

With a final, desperate lunge, he reached the other side. His knees hit solid ground. He gasped, pressing his forehead against the cold stone.

"...Holy hell. I made it."

But there was no time to celebrate.

Droid96 whirred, stepping forward. "Calculations suggest simultaneous crossing is unwise. However, time is a factor."

Corne grunted, already moving. "Yeah, yeah. I'm not waiting around."

The moment Corne’s full weight settled, the rope groaned---a deep, shuddering sound.

Droid96’s mechanical voice crackled. "Warning. Load capacity exceeded"

Corne turned, eyes widening as he saw Droid96 behind him.

"Wait---you idiot, get OFF----!"

CRACK.

The rope split like a gunshot.

Corne’s shout was cut short as gravity took him. His massive form plummeted, claws scraping uselessly against the stone.

Droid96’s arms flailed, his voice glitching. "This data--- does not-- compute---"

And then, silence.

Only the echoes of their fall remained.

MangaGrumpy stared at the broken rope, swaying like a dead thing. His hands shook. His breath came in ragged bursts.

For a long moment, he didn’t move. Didn’t speak.

Then, softly, voice cracking:

"...You dumbasses."

A pause. A shuddering inhale.

"You shoulda waited."

[Two gone. One survives.]




[Team Better Banana – Right Tunnel: “For those whose names bear weight”]

The door stands tall. Carved into it is a simple question, yet it echoes like a challenge etched into their bones:

>“Who among you is most worthy?”

They stare at one another.

A silence heavier than the dungeon’s depths settled over them.

Penguin, ever the first to break tension, puffed out his tiny chest, adjusting his crooked wizard hat with a flourish. "Well, obviously me. I’m the wisest, the most cunning, the--"

Fujiya cut him off with a glare sharp enough to flay skin. "You can’t vote for yourself. That’s not how this works."

Penguin blinked, then scribbled his vote defiantly "Penguin."

Fujiya’s fingers twitched toward the knife at her belt. "You idiot--"

Penguin scared, "hold on hold on, I vote for 178bpm"

178bpm usually so steady, so calm swallowed hard. His hands shook as he lifted the chalk. He glanced at Penguin, then Fujiya, then back at Penguin.

"I… I’m sorry," he whispered, and wrote: Penguin.

Fujiya’s jaw tightened. She didn’t hesitate. Her chalk scraped against the stone: 178bpm.

The door rumbled, its surface shifting like living rock. A grotesque face emerged, lips peeling back in a grin of jagged teeth.

>"178bpm… has been chosen."

178bpm’s breath hitched. He stepped forward, his boots scuffing against the dust of a hundred forgotten challengers.

The door’s eyes ignited, twin embers in the dark.

>"Riddle me this"

>"I walk on four legs in the morning, two at noon, three in the evening. What am I?"

178bpm closed his eyes. He knew this. Knew it like his own name.

"A human," he said, voice steady.

A beat. A terrible, endless silence.

Then---

Click.

The door slid open with a whisper. The ground behind the door start breaking..

Penguin whooped, waddling forward with a triumphant flap of his flippers. "Ha! See? I told you I was the brains of this--"

Fujiya moved.

One second, Penguin was celebrating. The next, her hands were on him--shoving him back with brutal, calculated force.

"W-WAIT--" Penguin’s voice cracked as the ground below him vanished, his tiny claws scrambling at empty air.

Then-- fujiya let go, Penguin fall into the empty void.

No scream. No final curse. Just the fading rustle of his robes, the distant tap of his little hat bouncing off unseen rocks below.

178bpm screamed. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!"

Fujiya didn’t even look at the abyss. Didn’t flinch. She just wiped her hands on her coat, cold as winter iron.

"He voted for himself," she said, voice flat. "And you voted for him. That was too close. Next time, we might not be lucky."

178bpm’s hands balled into fists. His voice trembled with rage, with grief. "You don’t just--just kill someone for that!"

Fujiya finally turned her gaze on him. Her eyes were dead. "I ensured we survive the next round."

178bpm wanted to scream. To hit her. To undo this.

But the door stood open. The dungeon waited.

And so he walked through.

Fujiya followed.

Behind them, the age darkened, as if the very stones were swallowing Penguin’s memory.

One team, down two .

The other tainted by blood.


[Survivors]

Team Banana: MangaGrumpy

Team Better Banana: Fujiya, 178bpm


------------------------


The tunnel spat them out into a vast, cavernous chamber. A hollowed-out heart of stone, its walls throbbing with the faint, rhythmic glow of dying embers. Three path bled into one.

And there, across the expanse-- the survivors.

MangaGrumpy staggered to a halt, his breath ragged. His eyes locked onto the others, 178bpm, pale and trembling, and Fujiya, standing like a blade still wet with blood.

"Whoa…" His voice was rough, scraped raw from the dark. "You guys made it out too?"

178bpm didn’t meet his gaze. "...Mostly."

A beat. A silence too heavy to lift.

MangaGrumpy’s gut twisted. His eyes darted between them. "Where’s Penguin?"

178bpm flinched. Fujiya didn’t blink.

The air turned to ice.

178bpm’s voice was a whisper. "He didn’t make it."

MangaGrumpy’s fists clenched. He looked at Fujiya--really looked at her. At the dried blood under her nails. The hollow indifference in her stare.

"You mean…" His voice dropped to a snarl. "He wasn’t allowed to."

Fujiya exhaled through her nose, unbothered. "He would’ve gotten us all killed. I did what had to be done."

MangaGrumpy lunged forward--stopped only by 178bpm’s arm snapping out to block him. "You always act like you’re two steps ahead," he spat, "but you left a trail of blood behind you. That make you smart or just scared?"

Fujiya’s said "Smart enough to survive."

178bpm’s voice cracked. "...We’re all monsters now."

The chamber swallowed the words whole.

The path ahead yawned wider, leading them to a towering monolith of black stone. Ancient glyphs scarred its surface, their edges glowing faintly like embers stirred awake by their presence.

As they stepped closer, the carvings moved.

Figures writhed across the stone, a kingdom in ruins, a grieving king, a dungeon built not for treasure, but for answers.

Fujiya’s fingers traced the words as they burned to life.

"This dungeon was once a refuge," she read aloud, her voice echoing like a funeral bell. "A last resort for a broken kingdom. Its king, wracked with grief after losing his child to war, built it as a place to test the worth of those who sought the truth. Not riches, not power… but truth."

178bpm’s breath hitched. "There’s more…"

The wall showed them visions teams tearing themselves apart, friends turning blades on each other, the moment of choice between sacrifice and slaughter.

One final inscription flared crimson:

>"Only one may into the Heart. Only one may learn the full truth. Only one may leave."

MangaGrumpy let out a bitter, broken laugh. "Great. We get here, just to find out it was never our story."
His voice dropped to a whisper. "We were… experiments."

Fujiya’s eyes burned. "Not experiments. We were the answer."

178bpm stared at the wall, his reflection warped in the shifting stone. "Then what does it mean that we’re the only ones left?"

Fujiya didn’t hesitate. "It means one of us must finish it."




The door ahead groaned open, a wet, organic sound, like flesh peeling from bone.

Beyond it, the Heart Room pulsed.

Warm, red light throbbed from the walls, rhythmic as a heartbeat. In the center stood a single pedestal, and before it--three pressure plates.

A voice echoed-- not mechanical, not human. Alive.

>"Welcome to the Heart."

The words slithered into their skulls.

>"Three minds enter. One truth remains. Step forward, and choose."

>"If none choose, all shall perish."

>"If all choose, none shall leave."

MangaGrumpy’s lips peeled back in a snarl. "This again. More choosing. More dying. I’ve had it."

Fujiya’s fingers flexed. "There’s no trick here. Just the final consequence."

178bpm’s voice was hollow. "...So we choose who gets to know? Who gets to leave? After all this?"

The three of them stood there-- battered, bleeding, changed.

The plates waited.

The dungeon held its breath.





Options:

1. MangaGrumpy steps forward.
"If someone’s gotta carry the guilt… might as well be me."

2. Fujiya steps forward.
"I did what I had to. I deserve to see the end."

3. 178bpm steps forward.
"I never wanted to survive like this… but maybe I need to understand why."

4. All three step forward.
"We decide together. Even if it kills us."

5. None step forward.
"We reject the game. If that means death… so be it."

6. Dont step forward.
"Your character will not step forward onto the plate"


[Feel free to discuss it here, the top 3 options you can only choose for your character only. and if you dont want to step forward you can just say option 0. example- If Fujiya chose option 2, and you two chose option 0. we begin with fujiya ending.]

Episode 4
The Heart Room

The chamber breathed.

Warm, wet light pulsed from the walls, the air thick with the scent of iron and burnt stone. The survivors stood frozen, three figures carved from exhaustion and mistrust.

MangaGrupy’s fingers twitched at his sides, his hand still bruised from the last puzzle he went through. His eyes darted between the pressure plates and the others. "So what, we just… step up and vote??"

Fujiya didn’t blink. "No. We decide who walks out."

178bpm let out a shaky breath. "And the other two?"

The walls answered for them.

A grinding sound, like bone on stone, and a slab of obsidian rose from the floor. Words etched themselves into its surface, glowing crimson:

>"Only one may bear the truth. The others will remain."

MangaGrumpy laughed. "Remain? That’s cute. You mean die."

Fujiya’s voice was ice. "It means forgotten."

178bpm’s hands trembled. "Maybe… maybe there’s another way. If we don’t choose--"

"Then we all lose," Fujiya cut in. "That’s the game."

MangaGrumpy’s jaw tightened. "Yeah? Well, screw your game." He turned toward the pedestal, shoulders squared. "I’m not dying so one of you can live."

Fujiya’s fingers brushed. "Then you’ll die for nothing."

Silence.

The heart in the center of the room pulsed faster, its light throbbing like a warning.

178bpm swallowed hard. "We could… we could draw straws. Or--"

"Or we do what we’ve always done," Fujiya said. "We survive."

MangaGrumpy’s grin was all teeth. "Damn right."

A beat. A breath.

Then--

All three stepped forward.

The plates clicked beneath their feet.

The heart screamed.

Light erupted not fire, not pain, but something worse. Something unraveling.

MangaGrumpy gasped as his fingers dissolved into smoke. "What the--?!"

178bpm reached out, but his arm scattered like ash. "No, no, wait--!"

Fujiya didn’t scream. She just locked eyes with the dying light and whispered, "Cowards."

Then--

Darkness.






Somewhere beyond time, three shadows linger.

Not alive.

Not dead.

Just forgotten.

The Heart Room seals itself, the walls knitting shut like a wound.

The dungeon resets.

Waiting... waiting for the next pray..