And now...the story continues...
The Mole: Agent's Elevation.
NOTE: For those who skipped to the end, halt! This is the second chapter of this double update! As well as the second half to this diabolical game.
Enjoy! : )
59 Minutes Left...
Finally able to feel themselves falling through nothing but air itself, each player screamed in disordered confusion. High above them existed a pink-colored aircraft, having dropped them just seconds before. Looking at each other in terror, they noticed that they were falling through the sky.
Eclair: We were no longer on the planet.
"We're...falling….ahhhHHHHH!" Eclair screamed, wind mercilessly in her face. All three bodies of the players were plummeting down to their home planet below.
"Why are we falling!?" Piantissimo shouted. "WHY!?"
"I don't….know….AHHHH!" Tiny screamed as well. Her long hair was in her face, and she tried to brush them out of her eyes to see.
Tiny: I couldn't even open my eyes! It was a moment of terror...screaming...and terror...and I wasn't even surprised.
"Zssssst….roger," came a sound, among the wind in their ears and among their yelling.
"Did you hear that?!" Piantissimo shouted. "That...WHAA...someone's talking into our ears! I SWEAR!" Eclair tried to turn and look at him.
"Huh?! The engine of the airplane?" Eclair tried to ask out loud.
"No, a voice...listen! It's the rules!" Piantissimo called out, and they all noticed another sound come into existence.
"Roger...roger…" They all heard a robotic voice simultaneously, speaking above the roaring wind that rippled their eardrums mercilessly. They each listened, noticing that in addition to the backpacks on their backs, earpieces had also been placed into their ears. The devices were locked in, and the crucial audio message, their instructions, were now being played into their ears.
"Listen...I hear it too! It's real!" Tiny shouted to the others. Together, they heard the important, spoken message.
"Welcome to Season 2. The players began this tropical game by failing the 10-digit combination of their first mission!" the voice in their ears spoke.
Piantissimo: We were falling precisely 50 feet per second...so for that reason, I could not pay attention to this audio message fully while at death's door. Falling with a feeling of dread and death...is this how the players felt at the start of their second season?
"Wow...Season 2!" Tiny yelled. "Guys...we made it!" And the players tried to listen even more.
"Recite the air combination successfully once again, and successful you will be," continued the audio voice. "You can only begin reciting numbers once you are at 10,000 feet distance from the land. And obviously, you must finish reciting it before you land. Good luck. Fix the errors of Season 2's beginning….Oh, and P.S. Your parachutes will deploy in T minus 15 seconds….zzst...szzzt…zzzzec." The players heard silence from the radio, and now, could only hear the wind in their ears once again.
"Wait...what combination!?" Tiny yelled, panicked.
"Wait...grab that…!" Piantissimo uttered, before he lost his balance and flew farther from the others. Eclair screamed, but Piantissimo somehow managed to keep his balance and remain in falling field with the others.
"That piece of paper!" Piantissimo shouted. "Grab it! It's...it's the combination!" The players saw that above them, a piece of paper was flying wildly in the wind, and to their surprise, was falling at a fast rate equivalent to theirs as well. Piantissimo groaned out loud, being too far away to reach the paper. Eclair used her strength to reach for it.
"I got it!" Eclair shouted with excitement, as she slowly grasped the paper's edge. With struggle against the wind, she brought it down to her chest, and huddled it closely to herself so that she could read it carefully. Her eyes lit up.
"It is...it is the air combination!" she said out loud, and then suddenly, small parachutes were emitted from each of their backpacks. They were stunned at their change of falling speed, but all of a sudden, the three players realized that they were no longer plummeting to the ground as fast as before. Their fall speeds were decreased by a third, and though their emotions were still frightened, they could finally breathe fully again.
Tiny: The whole game in the air was actually quite unbelievable...and would it be wrong to say that it was rather...well, enjoyable?
Eclair: For our first minute, we were falling through the air, by ourselves, just falling to the ground. But now...the parachutes had come to save us. We were saved. It was pleasant.
Piantissimo: Let me just tell you: even with the parachutes deployed, we were all still dropping at a very fast speed to the ground. A very INCREDIBLY fast speed. A speed fast enough...to still splatter us on the ground below. So I was not appeased one bit.
"These parachutes are still so flimsy!" Piantissimo shouted with panic. "We are still not falling slow enough!" The other two female players could only agree with anxiety.
"Then let's hurry...we need that combination!" Tiny yelled.
"Hurry, read them!" Piantissimo shouted. Eclair, with rushed emotions and nodding, recited the numbers out loud.
"Eight…..six….four!" she began, then continued to the second group of numbers. "Five...one….two….!" Eclair shielded her eyes, a large strike of wind hitting her eyes as she shut them tightly. But she grabbed the paper tightly and safely.
"Four...zero…nine...six!" she finished. At hearing the ten numbers, Piantissimo nodded.
"Okay, I got it!" Piantissimo yelled over the wind. "It's eight, six, four, five...two! ….or is it five, one? And then...and then one, zero, four…!" His attempts were both drowned out by the wind and his uncertainty.
"Wait, we can't do this alone!" Tiny suddenly spoke up, her voice trying to yell over the wind. In her falling, she reached close enough to the paper that Eclair was holding, trying to memorize the numbers into her head. She faced the others.
"We need...to split…split the numbers!" she commanded.
"What do you mean!" Piantissimo shouted, looking below him in growing fear. "Are you sure that's a good idea?!"
"We have to...because...the number line is just way too long!" pointed out Tiny, trying her best to contemplate while her face was continuously being hit with the strong wind. "Eclair...you memorize the first three numbers!"
"Oh...okay!" Eclair called out. She looked at the piece of paper one last time, and then reached out to hand it over to Tiny. Tiny grabbed it.
"Piantissimo...the second group of three!" Tiny shouted back.
"Which are what?" he yelled back, struggling to see as his eyes were blinded by the wind. "Read the numbers to me!"
"Five, one...two!" Tiny yelled in reply, reading the black-printed numbers on her paper. "It's five...then the number one….then the number two!"
"Not five, two, one…!" Piantissimo tried shouting back, being the farthest away from her now, "but five, one, two?" Tiny, straining to hear him, could only nod to herself, as the two of them were now too far away from each other to communicate.
"Oh no…" Eclair gasped, and though she said it softer than usual, the other two heard her sound of worry. Piantissimo turned to her.
"What is it?" Piantissimo shouted. Eclair glanced her eyes down, and they all knew.
"We are...almost there!" To their horror, they could begin making out the shape of the land below them. Their weak, inefficient parachutes were not enough to prevent them from crashing into the terra firma below.
Piantissimo: In less than a minute, we were going to hit the ground. A non-Mole player could even know that these parachutes weren't strong enough to stop us from death! We were falling too fast.
But in addition to their horror, they also felt awe. Clouds no longer obstructed their view of the magnificent islands below them. The stunning picture of the green and sandy-brown islands below them was enough to make the three of them, for just an instant, forget that they were falling thousands of feet from above in the sky. The surrounding blue of Isle Delfino's ocean water also made them realize that their game was still beautiful. What they were seeing before their eyes was one of the first views that the players of Season 2 had witnessed at the start of their second season.
"...zzst...zzzst….Ladies and gentlemen…" The voice in their ears, without warning, appeared again.
"We are now just 10,000 feet away from the ground. Please prepare to land...and to deliver the code...in approximately 30 seconds...thank you….ZZST!"
The devices in their ears left a final message. But as soon as the voice was gone, it was the de-materialization of the paper in Tiny's hand that caught her by surprise. Piece by piece, the combination paper began to rip and fall apart before her eyes, as if an invisible force was attempting to shred it into non-existence.
"No...wait!" With despair, she tried to reach towards the paper's disappearing remnants which blew away in the wind. At the instant that the audio message was over, the paper had detached itself from full existence, disappearing into the sky. Tiny's eyes widened with panic.
"Oh no," she whispered, trying to keep tears from forming in her eyes.
Tiny: And then before I could even conceive what was happening...the paper was gone.
"Did you get the last four digits memorized?" Piantissimo asked with alarm, looking at her with widened eyes. "Or did you...not?" Tiny's eyes were still, as if with confidence but slight fear. On her face, there was a slight look of conviction, but as much certainty as her face showed, it also held doubt.
Piantissimo: Oh no...did she get the last four digits correctly in her mind?
"The code…" Eclair remembered, and she faced her teammates. "We must begin it! I will begin reciting it now!" She closed her eyes in the wind.
"Eight, six, and four!" Eclair began, shouting the numbers out loud. She opened her eyes, and looked at Piantissimo. He nodded, looking below with nervousness at the approaching ground that they were plunging towards.
"Five, one...uh...two!" Piantissimo yelled, trying to keep his voice above the roaring wind. Now, the three of them could make out the structures and sandy beaches that were the constituents of Isle Delfino.
"Tiny!" Piantissimo yelled. "We're almost at the ground! Hurry!" Tiny's opened her mouth, then closed it. Her eyes showed fear, as she whispered the numbers again to herself just for clarity once again. Her mouth mumbling lightly, she repeated the last four numbers silently, still with doubt but with growing sureness.
"Tiny...please, now!" The other two turned to the final player in panic.
As they made out their image of eminent doom below, they saw that below them existed a symbolic beach of the dolphin isles, one that the players of Season 2 had played on before, and one that they were seconds away from colliding into. The land they were about to hit was a famous beach, marked iconically by a stone monument in its center and by watermelons that decorated its beautiful sand. The beach below them was now in full view...and so was their impending fate.
"Four...zero...nine...six!" Tiny shouted, closing her eyes, just before they hit the sand.
THUDDDDDD!
They landed on the sand, their feet hitting the ground with a loud, deafening thud. They all felt their hearts stop for a second, thinking they had landed heavily and unsafely, but after opening their eyes they all knew that they were okay. Despite their safe landing however, the thudding in their ears continued to echo.
...thud...thud...thud….
For a second, none of them moved. But after another moment, the three of them realized that they had arrived together on the sandy beach, unharmed and alive. Knowing that their feet were back on the ground and no longer in the air above them, they all felt relief simultaneously. Piantissimo looked around their spot.
"Gelato Beach…" He immediately noticed the tower in the center of the beach, as they all stared at the triangular-shaped construction that shined brightly like the sun in the sky. It was the Sun Tower, standing tall and towering over the already-tall palm trees that littered the beach in desultory fashion, that signified their specific beach on Isle Delfino.
...thud...thud...thud….
"Umm, do you hear...thudding?" Tiny spoke, looking around anxiously.
"Yes...but where is the thudding from?" Eclair wondered, her face baffled. They looked around the beach.
"I don't see any cataquacks...those annoying duck creatures...anywhere," Piantissimo noticed, surveying the land of the beach. "Not one duck is in view."
"Gelato Beach...are we…?" Tiny wondered out loud.
Piantissimo: This was the location where the players…oh no.
Tiny let out a squeal, then covered her mouth. In the distance, the players saw a large, red-colored entity, and their eyes widened with feelings of horror and dread. When they had first arrived and landed on the beach, they had mistook its image to be that of a large bus or vehicle. But as the fast-paced organism positioned its way closer to them, they realized that the large mass was not an insentient object at all, but rather, a living creature. The monster of Gelato Beach.
The Wiggler, full-steam ahead, was headed directly towards their three bodies.
"Ahh!" Tiny screamed, already attempting to turn around and run the other way. But Piantissimo grabbed her quickly, having spotted words written before them, etched into the sand.
"No...don't move!" he shouted with urgency. "Look!" In messy handwriting, scrawled into the wet sand to their left, their next set of directions were written. The players read their next game rules, their reading accompanied by the continuing thudding of the monster approaching them.
The Wiggler Cowardice Challenge
Luvbi left...and Diddy got hit...do either, and this game will end.
Jump before the line...and you will lose ten minutes…
But jump after...and move on with no consequence.
Chicken out...and the game is done.
Will you be a coward against this tide?
"Oh jeez…" Piantissimo hung his head.
"Which line?" Eclair asked, fearful but reading the directions once again. She then knew, as the players looked at the wild creature before them.
Thud...thud….thud...
"We have to jump….after the wiggler has crossed THAT line," Tiny gulped, pointing to the etched line that laid only just ten feet away from them. The three players exchanged glances.
"But," Eclair noticed, "But that line...it is so close to us! It will almost hit us!"
"Exactomundo," Piantissimo said, bracing his jump. As the thudding got louder, the Wiggler now came into view. Now, they could see the face of the Wiggler clearly: its yellow eyes glared out ahead at them with livid emotion, and they could see that the nose of the giant was flaring, gusts of steam coming out from under its gigantic nostrils. Amidst its multitude of rushing feet, sand created a dust cloud so large that it covered most of the ground that the players could see.
"Grab onto me!" Piantissimo said, turning to them with urgency. "We'll jump...together! Trust me!" Both Tiny and Eclair exchanged glances.
Tiny: At this stage, we had to choose carefully who to trust...because any of the three of us could be the Mole. Eclair, or Piantissimo?
Eclair: Or Tiny?
"Okay," Tiny spoke after a moment of hesitancy, and Piantissimo smiled. Now, she and Eclair were grabbing onto an arm each of the athlete. The large caterpillar, at the steady rate of a small car, headed towards their bodies. And as the thudding increased, their anxiety did as well.
"I am...SO not ready for this," Tiny said, her voice shaking. She looked at the large creature with disbelief.
THUD...THUD...THUD…!
"Almost!" Piantissimo said, grimacing. "Not...not yet!" The large Wiggler approached.
"When?!" Tiny shouted in panic.
"We're going to jump...in one..." Both Tiny and Eclair braced themselves as well, their feet ready and willing to leave the ground. But they kept them planted.
THUD THUD THUD THUD!
"It is getting closer…" Eclair whispered, speaking and closing her eyes gently with fear.
The caterpillar, face fiery and legs at rapid speed, was about to hit them.
"Two…!"
THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD!
"We gotta jump soon!" Tiny said, almost pleadingly. The steaming wiggler was just a few meters away from their spot, as she closed her eyes. Tiny screamed.
THUUUUD!
"THREE!" At the exact second the wiggler's first foot had touched the line, Piantissimo eyes shifted, and he began his jump. At his motion, the two females knew to move as well, and they all jumped towards their right, just out of the way of the storming creature.
Thud! This time, the sound of a thud was of the three of them, landing their bodies heavily together onto their new spot of safety. They were well out of the caterpillar's way with their jump, safe, but it was a jump of terror nonetheless. Two seconds later, the wiggler had thudded its way into the circled sand spot that the three players had just been previously standing in. Their sacred, safe circle was now desanctified and destroyed. But they had made it out in time and were alive.
Then, they heard the voice of McHallyboo.
"Congratulations! You just won this game...and now, you must play another."
"Hello. You're all probably wondering where you are right now. More importantly though, you're probably all wondering what this is. This is your next mission. Everything is unclear, but I assure you all that by the time this is all done, you will all have a clearer understanding of this game's true purpose."
Their minds raced, disoriented. The flooring below their bodies was metal, and they realized that they were all sitting on a dirty ground, as if they were placed within a secluded section of an underground sewer system.
"I told you that you could trust me...ugh…where are we?" Standing up, Piantissimo lost his balance, and then fell suddenly to his side. He instinctively grabbed onto the prison-like metal bars that separated him from the others.
The voice of McHallyboo in front of them continued.
"You've all been fighting for yourselves up to this very point. But tonight, this singular way of thinking will be put to the test. Tonight...five will become one, with a common goal of survival."
"Ugh...what...McHallyboo...is that you?" Tiny woke up, feeling groggily around her small space. As she suddenly realized that she was in an enclosed compartment, her eyes widened with horror.
Tiny: I. Freak out. In enclosed spaces. Completely!
"Help! Guys!" she screamed, also grabbing onto the bars besides her. "We're...we're stuck!" Eclair, on the other side of the bars, looked at Tiny with worry.
Eclair: We were in three jail cells...and in front of us, there was a metal door. But it was sealed shut.
"Calm down!" Piantissimo said, looking around himself. But despite his sentence, he seemed mystified as well. The only light came from the screen monitors in front of them.
"What game is this...I don't remember," Tiny said, looking defeated.
The three of them stood for a second in their respective cells in the sewers of Isle Delfino, lost for a few seconds. Through the slits between the metal bars that separated them, they could see each others' panicked faces. In front of them each, an individual door blocked them from their only escape, and they saw that a screen monitor existed on each door as well. On each bright, blinding screen, the face of McHallyboo taunted them with his words.
"Right now you're each locked in a cell," McHallyboo continued. "The only way to get out is through the use of a card key on your door. Press the red button in front of you, and a card will fall from the ceiling for you to use. Keep this in mind though: once the first button is pushed and activated, a thirty second timer will begin for you all. At the end of that timer, the floor below you will open up, sending you into darkness."
"What? Oh gosh," Tiny moaned with terror, looking at the metal floorings below her.
Tiny: We could drop, and fall...at any second. And it just added terror to an already-awful situation.
"Okay, listen!" Piantissimo called out to the others. "The instructions say that we need to press the red buttons in front of us on our doors to get a card key to escape! Hurry!"
"A card key?" began Eclair, but McHallyboo's voice continued on.
"However, there is one more fact you should reconsider: a key can only be dropped every fifteen seconds. In calculating the time available to the rate of cards being dropped, you will see that something does not add up. Your life-long instincts tell you to do one thing, but I implore you to do the opposite. This game is worth forty-thousand coins. Make your choices." And in an instant, the screens in front of them all shut off with a zap, leaving the sewers dark and cold once again. The players, through the prison bars that separated them, faced each other.
"Those red buttons on our doors," Eclair began, seeing it glow gently before her like an inviting light. She faced next to her.
"If we press a button...a card will drop from the ceiling," Eclair spoke. "I...I remember this game now." She shuddered.
Eclair: I remembered it. And its ominous constituents.
"But hold on just a minute!" Piantissimo called out, looking at his opponents. "There's only a thirty second timer...but only a card every fifteen seconds?"
"That means only two cards get dropped!" Eclair realized, covering her mouth. On their screens, there was a flash, almost as if activated by her sentence. Instead of the host's face however, a large number in red appeared in its place: 30.
"Thirty…?" Tiny asked. "What...that is not enough time for all of us to get a card!"
"Hold on...again," Piantissimo spoke, scratching his head. "Isn't this the game where they were supposed to work together, but then all decided not to?" He looked to his left side, seeing a blank cell, and as Eclair turned to her right and saw a blank cell as well, she gasped.
"This game was originally five people," Eclair whispered. "And I remember now: they all were greedy...and for their greed, they had failed." She looked around, understanding.
"Well, pfft," Piantissimo said with a little laugh, turning around to face the others. "We won't be like that. After all...we have to fix their mistakes." He laughed, leaning against his door. And at that second, a loud BEEP sound was emitted from his door.
BEEP! Piantissimo jumped back, startled, as he realized with shock that he had accidentally pressed his door's red button. A flap opened above his cell, and a single, plastic card floated down to Piantissimo. He stared at it, stunned, and saw his screen begin blinking.
"No!" To the horror of both Tiny and Eclair as well, their own respective timers began to count down simultaneously.
30...29...28...
"The game...it started!" Tiny screamed, eyes wide and staring at her floor in alarm. Piantissimo looked at the plastic card which had fallen to his feet, then back at the players to his side. He was at a loss for words.
"I didn't know!" was all he could stutter. But the deadly game had already begun.
Eclair: And before we knew it...the game, the deadly game, had begun.
"Oh no...the floors…" Tiny faced down in fear.
25...24...23...
"In thirty seconds…" Tiny stammered. "The floors will open! And we'll be falling through them into darkness!" Eclair looked around, panicked.
Eclair: I knew in my heart that we could not depend on our own selves to win the game. We needed to do something else. It was the game they never won in Season 2.
"Piantissimo!" Eclair called out, from her cell on the other end of the room. "You must give your card to Tiny! We have to share the card keys between us, in order to escape! It is the only way to survive this! Please!"
"What?" Piantissimo yelled back, looking at his door in confusion and not having heard her fully. "Give my card to Tiny? Why?!"
"It is how this game is to be played!" the princess called to him with fear. "It is a teamwork game...not an individual one at all! Please..." Piantissimo was already sticking his card into his metal door, and with a click, his own door was unlocked.
"Eclair's right!" Tiny recalled. "Quick! Give it to me!" Piantissimo's eyes widened with realization, and after his door was unlocked, he tried to stick his card through the metal bars, into Tiny's cell.
16...15...14...
Eclair, seeing the red button on her door light up again, pressed it with hurry. As soon as her button was activated and pressed, a flap opened up above her head and her single card key fell to her feet. Picking it up hastily, she then inserted it into her door slot, fear growing on her face. Piantissimo struggled to pass the card to Tiny, through the vertical bars that separated their cells.
"I..got it!" Tiny grabbed the card from Piantissimo, as the key to escape was successfully passed for the first time from one cell to another. Card in hand, Tiny then frantically rushed to insert the card into her cell's door slot as well.
11...10...9
Piantissimo pushed his door forwards, seeing it open easily. With open access, he pushed it open, and ran to safety.
Click! A few seconds later, it was Eclair's door that opened, and she rushed out of her door, to safety as well.
7...6...5...
"Tiny!" Two players escaped, and Eclair looked back at the row of cells. "There are only a few seconds left! Open your door"
"I'm trying...to get...the card into the door!" Tiny shouted in a voice of struggle and panic. As the card was inserted a second time by Tiny into the door, it was finally unlocked with its own click. The heavy door was finally opened.
3...2...1...
"You're out!" yelled Piantissimo, excited and reaching for Tiny.
Then, it was the sudden sound of a floor dropping that made them all jump in terror. Tiny screamed, feeling the surface below her vanish into nothing but dark air.
Piantissimo: And then we ran out of time. And Tiny dropped.
"TINY!" Eclair cried. If it was not for the fast reactions of both her and Piantissimo, Tiny would have fallen into an endless abyss. But she did not.
"HELP!" Both players managed to grab an arm each of Tiny right before she dropped through the darkness of the floor, as the lone female player dangled over nothing in petrified horror. With terror, she was relying on her two teammates to stop her from falling to her doomed fate below.
"Help ME!" was all Tiny could scream. It was only darkness that existed below her.
"Tiny!" Eclair shouted, wincing and using her strength. "Please...please stop moving!" On the sides of Tiny's body, the two recently-opened floor flaps swung wildly in the air as well. Piantissimo let out a grunt, trying to hold up Tiny's weight.
Piantissimo: It was so hard to get her up! For some reason, she kept on swaying! I almost dropped her a few times, even.
"We'll...get you up!" Piantissimo and Eclair, with a final pull and muster of strength, was able to get Tiny high enough for her to put one of her legs on the solid grounding that existed outside of her cell. Convening the strength into her other leg, Tiny stepped up her other limb to safety. The three of them collapsed on the edge of the dark pit which had formed before them. They were all out of breath, exhausted, and in shock.
"I…" was all Tiny could utter, still in disbelief.
"You...made it," was all Piantissimo said. "And, well...that is all that truly counts, is it not?" In silence, the three of them nodded. Right besides them, they all stared back down into the dark chasm.
He saw the three players huddled on the dusty ground of Isle Delfino's sewers, all safe, recollected, and ready to move on into their next game. What had just unfolded before his eyes were the current events of the players' most recent mini-mission, and together, they had just succeeded. Then, one by one, each final players stood up from the ground, dusting themselves off with small smiles of hope. Together, Eclair, Piantissimo, and Tiny walked towards the exit of the room.
Watching them go on, McHallyboo let out a long, dispirited sigh.
"Season 3 is about to commence...and that is all there is to this final game," the host said with disappointed contemplation. "Ephemeral." Glancing down at the stopwatch on his arm, another number added to McHallyboo's displeasure: the display of 31 minutes remaining on the timer.
"They are almost at the end...and still have so much time remaining," the host spoke out loud, and though no one else could hear him, he still spoke aloud in his secluded area. It was an average-sized room, but the red walls lit up with lines of electricity every few seconds. It was as if the walls of the room were a giant EKG machine, measuring the heart rate of a giant organism. With every flash of electricity, the room was blinded by a red light, but McHallyboo was already accustomed to the mechanism's odd operations.
Then, his eyes lit up as he stared down at the convoluted and mysterious control panel before him. A small device was situated adjacent to his resting hand: a metal knob. His mind raced.
"Hmm…" For a second, the host didn't do anything. Then, his hand slowly crawled towards the circular device, as he grasped it tightly.
"Let us add one last mission to this game..." he whispered, and he turned the spherical knob in his hand to the left, rotating it slowly in a counterclockwise direction. At once, the image upon the screen before him began to change.
click….click….click
With every rotation that McHallyboo made, a bright image appeared upon the large monitor before him. He saw the glistening lights of Neon Heights, and the city getting destroyed by fire in reverse. He viewed the players swimming across the oceans of the deep, and traversing across the snowy lands of Fahr Outpost. Image after image, the host's mind was filled with memories, and his eyes sparkled with each change of scenery he saw. As he rotated the knob even more, McHallyboo saw footage of the players in more of their previous missions and moments. He saw them battling upon the magma of Lava Tile Isle, and all ten players facing their first execution of the game with faces of fear and concentration. Then he suddenly smiled, seeing them all on their first day, eating together for the first time under the hot sun of Yold Desert.
"Hmm…" Going even further, the monitor then began displaying images from the beautiful islands of Isle Delfino. McHallyboo saw with his own eyes the players of Season 2, eating merrily in the Durian Cafe and enjoying times together, even outside of their playing of tropical missions. The aesthetic lands of Noki Bay, Pianta Village, and Pinna Park flashed across his eyes for just split seconds, but even for just those short flashes, his mind filled with more memories. His hand began to slow down as he began to see images from the players' first night in Delfino Plaza, and he knew he was close to encountering Season 1's end. It was as if McHallyboo was going back through time with each rotation his hand made: history itself was in the very control of his palm.
"Here…" He then stopped, seeing upon the screen the picture of an austere, outdoor patio. For a game's venue, it was an exquisite location, and it was located at the back of a restaurant. The patio had a single table present, along with two chairs, but the most unusual object on display was the single torch to the side of furniture, blazing resplendently and lustrously.
"The final mission...of Season 1," he spoke to himself, quietly but with stimulated memory. Upon the patio table on the screen, a single, green-colored folder sat, untouched and unopened. As peaceful as the image appeared overall however, McHallyboo knew that it was one of the most difficult and mentally-taxing games ever introduced into the game. Then, McHallyboo pressed a green button to the side of the knob, and the image before him on the monitor started to glow brightly. As soon as he had pressed it, two electronic words lit up on the screen as well.
GAME ADDED, the new, glowing words on the screen displayed in clear, green text. He had successfully added a new mission to the player's final game, and knowing that he had done so with ease, his mouth curled into a smile.
"Let us see if one of them will sacrifice this entire games... for the Mole's dossier."
Final Episode:
6/8 completed.
To Be Continued...
WHAT?! Just what did McHallyboo do to the game? Was that even allowed?!
With now eight mini-mission down, just four more remain until the FINAL mission of The Mole: Agent's Elevation is...OVER. COMPLETED. Done. I can't believe it. No more missions. The end is here.
And I'm both happy and sad.
Only thirty-one minutes remain for the players to win their final addition of 50,000 coins into their team pot. But will they succeed in doing so? What final twists will appear in the player's final mission? There is not much time left...
Anyways, in the final scene of this chapter, you got the first...and probably the last ever glimpse...of the building's control room that McHallyboo...and the Mole as well...used in order to create and make everything you had seen this season. Yep; that one room, and one control panel, had it all.
Stay tuned guys! Just two more chapter remain until the end of this story.
The last game. And the last dinner. Then, the last quiz.
And very soon...
The last day before the Mole is revealed.