SPOILERS: [ELIMINATED CONTESTANT REVEALED] 6th: @DragoonDoesStuff ... WOW, I'm just, in shock, you DNP'd and that was your fate, I'm kinda in 2 thoughts, one of my best friends is GONE after competing for quite literally ONE YEAR... But the ONLY player who did joke-entries is gone. With every bad thing, there's a good thing I guess... You REALLY proved yourself from S1, and you did MUCH better than I expected. Congratulations on 6/66. You really deserved it.
-The 6 books have completed their inventions... And are now, choosing the people to sentence in this death game...- -The votes are read... Dragoon, Fandom, you guys will fight for your lives. go to the basement to complete the challenges. And to get one artifact for the team.- Fandom: Well, isn't this a surprize... You guys want me DEAD over this FREAK? Jeff: Your attitude these days is VERY irritating. Deddington: Trust me, I agree with Jeff. CK: I just followed Notebook... Notebook: Yeah, Dragoon, sorry bout that. On the bright side, your pretty agile. Dragoon: Well... I'll try my best... -The 2 books leave... And the 4 other books go to the table, to chat a little about the books... But they noticed something odd...- Notebook: ... Hey, wasn't the poison here a secon before?.. CK: ... Hey, it was... Where'd it go?.. Jeff: ... I don't have a good feeling about this... -Both books are in the basement... Where they find a paper with insructions... They will be playing russian roulete...- Fandom: A game by chance, huh? Dragoon: Guess so... -Fandom seems not stressed at all about this gameshow, in fact, he seems even HAPPY about it.- Dragoon: ... Hey, did they leave that water for us? Fandom: Mhm... I'm not thirsty, you want some? Dragoon: Yeah, thanks. -Fandom hands him the water glass, and Dragoon drinks it... Suddenly, he coughs up blood- Dragoon: W-WHAT THE?.. H-Help me Fandom! I-I can't die like this... Why are you just standing there?! -Fandom chuckles, and reveals the bottle of poison in his own hands- Fandom: You ACTUALLY feel for it?.. Pathetic. Now, let me get you out of your misery. -He points the revolver to Dragoon, and shoots... And shoots... And shoots...- Dragoon: FANDOM, STOP, IT'S GONNA- -It hits... Dragoon fell to the ground, dead... As Fandom simply walks back to the group- Jeff: H-How'd you... Fandom: With poison, and a revolver at my own hands. Deddington: ... You... You KILLED HIM? Fandom: Mhm. Why are you so shocked? -The whole table is just in shock...- Jeff: ... You're a psyco... Fandom: Like YOU'RE the one to talk, I've HEARD those conversations talking to yourself, you're more CRAZY than I am. Jeff: ... Deddington: ... Jeff?.. Are you good?.. -Jeff just walks off, and goes to a room silently- Fandom: Pathetic. You guys will ALL be next if you DARE send me again in a death competition like this. I came, to WIN. CK: ... Notebook: ... Deddington: ... -The house is in silence... Dragoon, killed...-
