by narrativedilettante on Thu Jun 26, 2014 9:35 am
1. "She turned me into a newt!"
2. I'm afraid I appear to have taken leave of my senses and require a vacation in order to clear my head in order to return to proper working condition.
3. "I knew the prisoner would just get eaten by our resident pet grue anyway, so I figured what's the harm?"
4. Find an unoccupied cell to hide in.
5. "It was the closest thing I could get to a comedy. It gets boring here sometimes".
The Random Number Generator has selected 1.
Thankfully, the rest of the work day progresses without disruption. You hide in your chosen cell until it's time to do a final check on all the prisoners, and then you get out and find the one you swapped places with. He's lying on the ground, face covered in pie, no doubt the work of the Dungeon Prankster. Apparently he likes pie more than the gruel you usually feed him, because he keeps licking at his face. Maybe you should have pie on the dungeon menu for a while to see if it improves general health and morale.
Once the pie-faced prisoner is back in his cell, you head back upstairs and into the Throne Room. When you enter, the King glares down at you, and you shiver, feeling as though he can see every misstep you've made during the whole day, nay, your whole LIFE. (The King makes everyone feel this way, but you don't know that.)
"So," the King rumbles, "What do you have to tell me about today?"
This is the same question the King asks every day, but it feels like such an accusation! Like he's just waiting for you to come clean about your improper conduct.
In a moment of panic, you shout the first thing that pops into your head.
"She turned me into a newt!"
The King looks surprised, and then confused, and then both at once. "Who?" He asks.
"The Dungeon Prankster. She... turned me into a newt?" You inflection betrays your discomfort with this tactic. The King glares down at you, clearly observing that you are not, in fact, a newt.
Before you can think to say something ameliorating, perhaps suggesting that after you turned into a newt you got better, a handful of guards enter the Throne Room. They bow to the King, and one of them announces that there is trouble on the border.
"Well. We can't have that!" Shouts the King, and he runs out with the guards following behind him, leaving you alone in the throne room.
There's no one here to watch you. You could do anything. You could sit on the throne, and pretend to be the King. You could hide behind the curtains and hope to observe secret meetings. You could find out whether or not the chandelier will take your weight, in an attempt to finally prove to your mother that she was completely wrong to worry that time when you were a kid. The throne room is all yours now.
What do you do?
Never put off until tomorrow what you can put off until the day after.