As the sun rose over the quiet mansion, Vector breaks out into screaming. Smoke begins to rise from her as she shake violently, her hands covering her face. Blood begins pooling around her slowly. Her skin begins to melt from her hands, showing burnt muscle and tendons and blackening bones underneath. Vector's screams turn into hoarse cries, and then nothing.
Suddenly, webadict's voice echoes throughout the house. "Rock falls." The walls of the mansion begin cracking. The floor trembles. The skylight shatters, bringing glass down onto NUKE9.13, slicing his arm. He grabs the cut instinctively, as blood trickles from his wound. klingon13524 is not as lucky, as a shard of glass impales him through the head. He falls to the ground dead instinctively.
The cracks in the wall deepen, and NativeForeigner takes this time to try and kick down the door. He kicks three times before finally smashing the door down. Unfortunately, at that exact moment, the ceiling collapsed, crushing everyone inside.
webadict's whispers over the pile of rubble. "Everyone dies." His voice disappears with the wind.
A hand shoots out of the rubble. The hand's owner pulls the rest of him out. It's Orangebottle, covered in dust, dirt, and scratches. He spots another hand wriggling nearby. He grips the hand tightly and pulls. Out pops Dariush from the rubble. He bleeding from his right ear, but he'll live. Probably. Neither is a doctor.
The survivors take in the situation. Or, at least, Orangebottle does, as he doesn't seem to have a concussion like Dariush. "So...," he begins, "how the hell do we get home?"
Orangebottle (jester) and Dariush (survivor) have won.