>>22994335"Er, I don't know about that.." you answer back, notably reluctant to participate. The last time you played one of his games, he nearly hunted you to death, and you're not sure you want to experience something like that again.
A cloud of steam bursts from the droid, he raises a finger at you, "I'm afraid 'I don't know' isn't an admissible answer, twat! You have little choice in the matter. There's no other way I can allow you to enter the Geisterhaus without risking unnecessary rebukes! However...."
You cock an eyebrow, "However...?"
Grashglik grips his chin, playing out a few scenes in his head, "Since you do seem quite hesitant.. I'll adjust the objective, move the goalposts so to speak, keep things a bit more lively than what one would expect. Would giving you an unfair advantage push you into engaging?"
"Uh, that depends.. What do you mean?"
"A complete role reversal, suited just for your skill level.
You'll be hunting me down this time. The stronghold as our playground. I'll be the Patrat, and you be the Purrloin. You see, the Geisterhaus is a constantly-changing labyrinth of unrivaled proportions, one fit for an army of undead balloons. It knows no friend just as it knows no foe, and as fate would have it, a key is required to access the Admin's Tower, where the führer and the hippo's precious bounty lies. Successfully find my hiding spot, and that key is yours."
The robot stomps on the ground and to your astonishment, the reaction causes the sandstorm to die just enough for you to see a small glimpse of the Geisterhaus' tallest towers. It's quite foreboding.
A) "That sounds more up my alley, I can work with that!"
B) "Please tell me that huge place comes with a map."
C) "Can't I at least get a hint of where to look?"
D) "What's the hothead even doing that requires to lock himself up AAAAAAAALL the way up there?"
