Master of Jumanji's page

*Recoils in anger at the outburst of the demand Count Heydrich just made.*

Very well, you may go,
but here's something you should know.
No matter where or what you do,
The horrors of Jumanji will always follow you!

*Snaps fingers and teleports everyone away.*

*Raises left hand and snaps his fingers. In an instant, Pulg and Waterhammer vanish, having been taken out of Jumanji.*

That takes care of that.

*The room beyond is spacious and well lit (thanks to the open windows and torches that line the walls), with various "decorations" all in the Jumanji motif. In the centre of the room is raised platform, on its edges are two cages, and in the middle of the platform is an old man in a hooded robe - the Master of Jumanji himself.*

You've entered at last,
Tell me, what kept you?
And now that you're here,
What will you do?
For escape is impossible,
So in short, you're through!
Here, your bodies will lay,
Because you haven't got a clue!

*A blinding flash of light suddenly erupts from the room beyond.*

How very brave of you,
Or perhaps how foolish.
For daring to enter here,
Now meet a fate most ghoulish!

Oh there's traps,
Just not at the door.
Enter at your peril,
To see what's in store.

*All the stairs that lead back down suddenly disappear.*

Your special day has passed,
And you are now so boring.
So here, this will help you,
Before we all start snoring.

*A faint blue glow flashes across the count and Schism's spell heals him.*

Goodness me, I must say,
Hope that many things come your way.
I have a present, if I may,
To help wish you a happy birthday!

*The count promptly has acid poured on him.*

*As the count goes up the stairs, he's attacked by bats.*

Throughout your quest,
Knowledge is to keep.
Just remember what they say,
Always look before you leap.

*Nothing happens to the statue, the room or anything else, except for Waterhammer, who has mysteriously died of causes.*

If there's one thing Jumanji hates,
It's those who try and be a cheater.
The game makes all the austere rules,
Follow them, or risk yourself a beater.

You have passed all my tests,
Congratulations are in order.
Enter now, the main chamber,
Where clues mark the border.

When the doors are locked
And no key's in sight,
You may yet enter still,
If you can be polite.

When things are lost and found,
Beware those objects on Jumanji's ground.
For harmless they may yet appear,
Treat them well or it'll cost you dear.

Path of darkness,
Path of light.
See the dawn,
Through the night.

Jumanji is known mainly for its cruelty,
but would never give a task of futility.
Even more, the game does know of pity,
In spite of actions of the great nitwitty!

*The image of the old man reappears.*

Comte de Malodor, have you no dignity?
Such tricks by you are never pretty.
I advise you take the right path.
Or else feel more than Jumanji's wrath!

*Before anymore discrepancies occur.*

Welcome to the Golden City,
With walls gleaming pretty.
And the towers reach up tall,
As if to the sky they call.

*An image of a hooded old man appears.*

Here in my world, you play the game,
Failure to comply will result in shame.
In regards to my name, I won't tell,
I'm the Master of Jumanji - where I dwell.

*Sneers at the pathetic Waterhammer.*

Pay no heed, to that powerless fool,
Who thinks he's now some place cool.
His intellect dwindles by the hour,
While Jumanji keeps growing its power!

*The image promptly vanishes.*

In the roll of the dice.

Day of the Manji!