Red and Yellow:

The outer panels fold in as the man in yellow intended depicting another image. An image of a disk like earth with all the forces of heavens and beyond pushing down upon creation. The silence of the man in yellow's speech is interrupted by the loud clashing of gunshot echoing though the halls. Somewhere, probably outside of a room there is the burst of machine gun fire.

Blue Player: Then The Man In White Appeared To Me

Around the corner ahead of you walks a man in white coveralls. His eyes are darting around him taking in nearly all that could be seen and maybe it is the light reflecting off his white coveralls more than your blue ones but he seems to have a glow about him. He stops just beyond the opened doorway and looks right at you slowly recognizing your form as you slowly come to eye-contact with him. Another player, the confirmation dawns on you with the immediacy of a gunshot. No wait, that’s real bullets being fired as your eyes dart beyond the man in white to the machine gun turret you spot a the end of the hallway, lighting up an array of bullets. You almost flinch, but something in you overrides the impulse. You think quickly.

White Player: Out Of Nowhere The Bullets Rip

You round the corner and pass an open door that appeared to be dimly lit by a fire place.

Then you see someone else. It takes a second to see him at first because he is flat against the wall but eventually the blue coveralls, much like your own save for color, come into perfect view. His posture and form is a near perfect way to hide and you can see why it is you have come this far down the hallway to notice him. He has used the odd shaped protrusion of the door to obscure his presence. His eyes draw to yours as he notices that you notice and you gaze briefly past him to perhaps determine what it is he might be hiding from. Beyond him is another open doorway into very dark room full of clutter but your perceptions are immediately interrupted. His eyes have darted past you into the hallway beyond you, perhaps even from whence you came. An icy chill runs up your spine as you turn your head attempting to keep the man in blue within your periphery.

Down the hallway the lights and ear-drum shattering booms of machine-gun fire startle you to attention. Bullets thump tearing holes into the wallpaper along the wall in your direction. Your reflexes drop you to a crouch against the wall and you have dodged the first volley of gunfire. But you certainly no longer feel safe where you are. The drumming of your heart makes rhythm with the machinegun and your body is pulsing with an almost electric charge.

YELLOW PLAYER: We take a deep breath...

Forcing our body to visibly relax, while remaining alert and ready, we look over the man in red coveralls, looking for strenghts and weaknesses.

He's big as a fucking ox, he'll make such a nice bloody corpse.

Yes, its always so much more satisfying to sacrifice an ox than a sheep. We must remain calm, put this potential prey at ease.

"We..." We must remember personal pronouns, act as though one of the herd, "I... taking it from your attire that your in this as deep as I am. Playing games for a damned clown."

We walk calmly to examine the painting on the opposite wall. "Hieronymus Bosch, The Garden of Earthly Delights. Some consider it his greatest work, his high water mark for complexity and meaning. It's too fucking cluttered." We close the outer panels of the triptych over the centre, revealing the image painted on their other side.

"Maybe we can help each other with this fucking mess," turning toward the man in red, a small crooked smile playing on our lips, "Could you direct us to our most gracious host? I would like to thank him for his... hospitality."