Game of Fate {Script}

Background: This was a private gambling incident orchestrated by four of my personalities at one point in their lives for their own benefit (and apparently without regret). Only "I" knew exactly what they were willing to achieve with their mischief, hence my recording attempt. They were clearly aware of the leak due to my generosity, and have decided to represent you with a portion of their intense experience, including their unique results regardless. Entertainment sarcastically believed the leak to be well-deserved due to Youth's attempt in stealing the game's blueprint for "himself" out of frustration. It is a long story for sure, so a quick summary from me will do for now.

Volunteers: Bartender - Death - Entertainment - Youth.

Results: Bartender: 1st place | Death: 2nd place | Youth: 3rd place | Entertainment: 4th place.

Rewards: Bartender: Twilight Cathedral | Death: Void Labyrinth | Youth: Abysmal Mansion | Entertainment: Rebellion Circus.

Game Begins (Hours Earlier):

Bartender: We have all seen this coming for quite some. It is time we have begun our special offering. This only the beginning of our existence. Prepare yourselves dearly. Liquid consumption can be served once again later. Forgive my current inconvenience, as it is necessary.

Death (to Bartender): It is astounding that "you" refuse to refer to ourselves as "I", much unlike a few of our "siblings". However, it is indeed unsurprising coming from "you". "Our" despair is certainly inevitable now. "His" calling is pending.

Entertainment (to Youth): Don't even think about it! I shall redine the clown regime my own way! With this one-of-a-kind victory! no pun intended obviously. Kindly excuse the blood-stained child here as I give "IT" the proper education it absolutely deserves! My utopia of "blissful" satisfaction will be realized! No Refunds guaranteed!

Youth (to Entertainment): JOKES DULL. MUST PLAY. NO EXCUSES. "YOU" DIE. "I" TELL TO NEPHILIM. DOLLS ORDERED. TOOLS READY. HOUSE BARGAINED. HORROR CERTAIN. NO RETURN.

Game Ends (Hours Later):

Bartender: Well-played, my proud gentlemen. My victory will not be questioned. Accept what you have all achieved today, and live to fulfill your true legacy. Special drinks will be served soon. Be Patient with my convenience, as it is necessary as well.

Death (to Bartender): Very well. "My" void awaits "me" and rests beneath "your" twilight. Call upon the great cemetery at "your" worst, and your distasteful prayers will be left scarred for life. May Judgment guide "us" to the end of times.

Youth: Attempts to selfishly steal the game's blueprint out of frustration and leaves abruptly. SINISTER INTENTIONS ACCEPTED. I REDEEM "ME" AT ALL COSTS. NEVER FORGIVE. "SIBLING" FAULT. BID JOKES FAREWELL. FINAL DESTINATION EMINENT.

Entertainment (to Bartender): Leave that ridiculous child be, "It" needs to be taught some discipline anyway. I suppose either of you will do the job. Regardless of my dirty loss, I appreciate your dedicated menu to its fullest. Well, I'm off to cause "terrific" problems now!

Entertainment (to Death): As for "you" Mr. Edge lord- Yes! I'm talking to "you"! "You" should consider supervising our little rascal that has escaped just now. It is "your" job to do so, and that's final! "It" suits "you" better after all. Bad luck with that fiend! My glorious revolution is coming! No pun intended again!