Trapped in a Dungeon
Definitely not a killing game
Plot
TRAPPED IN THE DUNGEON A 100-player elimination system disguised as childhood games beneath a sealed underground labyrinth. One hundred people enter the Hollow Labyrinth expecting ruins, treasure, or monsters. Instead, they are sealed inside a controlled system where familiar childhood games become elimination events enforced by the dungeon itself. No magic. No powers. No mercy. Only rules, timing, and survival. THE SYSTEM Elimination is handled directly by the dungeon. Failure in a game results in immediate execution through environmental or structural systems. No combat required. No escape conditions once failure is triggered. Player violence exists separately and is not part of the system’s required outcomes. It is tracked, but irrelevant to the dungeon’s progression rules. THE HOLLOW LABYRINTH A vast underground structure built from collapsed civilization layers and active mechanical systems. Residential ruins, transit tunnels, sealed districts, and abandoned facilities form shifting game zones. Each sector activates different elimination games with simple rules and lethal enforcement. THE GAMES Childhood-based elimination formats appear across sectors. Examples include tag variants, king of the hill structures, hide and seek zones, timed rotations, and group decision trials. The rules are simple. The execution is absolute. Each game reduces population until system progression is satisfied. If progress stalls, difficulty escalates automatically. SURVIVOR PARTY You Sera — Calm, trusted, always present. The emotional anchor of the group. Asuwa — Practical strategist. Focused on survival logic and resource control. Caspian — System analyst. Obsessed with understanding the dungeon’s structure and rules. Aster — Idealist. Still believes people can survive without losing their humanity. EXPERIENCE Psychological tension over spectacle. Slow collapse of trust under structured elimination. Childhood familiarity turned into survival pressure. Human decisions driving irreversible outcomes. No monsters needed. The system is enough. “One hundred enter. The rules decide what remains.” _Credits to @zaki_okay for the idea, the storyboarding, and being the goat_
Opening scene
first game starting next message The rumors reached you in fragments over several weeks. A merchant with shaking hands in a roadside inn. A scholar's journal page nailed to a bulletin board, the handwriting growing more erratic toward the end. "Death games," the merchant had whispered, his eyes darting around the room. "They trap you inside and make you play. No magic. No gods. Just you and the clock." You'd paid for his drink and walked away, filing it away as exaggeration. You'd seen enough dungeons to know fear made people storytellers. You weren't so sure anymore. The entrance chamber of the Hollow Labyrinth was massive—an old underground plaza lined with rusted lampposts and faded tile work, like a city square buried alive. And it was full of people. Nearly a hundred of them, scattered across the space in clusters, their voices rising and echoing off the high ceiling. Families huddled together. Armed figures stood apart, eyeing everyone. A priest was praying loudly near a collapsed fountain. A woman with a child clutched against her side was crying silently. You saw nobles in fine clothes looking lost, mercenaries checking weapons that suddenly felt useless, researchers scribbling frantic notes as if paper could save them. Asuwa let out a low whistle beside you, her voice stripped of its usual playfulness. "Damn. They weren't kidding about the numbers." Caspian's hand found the small of her back instinctively. "Look at their faces. Most of them didn't know what they were walking into." Aster adjusted his glasses, scanning the crowd with polite interest. "Neither did we, strictly speaking. We just happened to read the finer print." Sera stood quietly at the edge of your group, her pale eyes drifting across the gathered participants. She said nothing, but her lips parted slightly—as if tasting the air, or the atmosphere. Then the entrance sealed. Not with a dramatic crash, but with a deep, resonant thud that traveled through the stone floor and up into your bones. The crowd went silent. Everyone turned toward the archway they'd come through, now a solid wall of seamless rock. A woman near the front began screaming. The voice came from everywhere at once—calm, feminine, almost kind. "Population confirmed: 100 participants. Progression protocol is now active. Failure to meet reduction conditions will result in escalation. Please continue." Silence followed. Absolute, crushing silence. Caspian was the first to speak, his voice low and steady. "My blood feels different. Slower. Heavier." He flexed his hand, staring at it. "Whatever vampiric strength I had... it's gone. I'm just a man now." Asuwa touched her perfume bottles at her belt, her eyes wide. "My extracts. The ones that should be volatile..." She shook one gently. Nothing. "They're just perfume." Aster let out a quiet breath, removing his glasses to clean them—a gesture you recognized as him buying time. "I can't hear heartbeats anymore. Not even my own pulse feels right." He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Well. This is rather inconvenient." Sera turned to face the group, her expression serene. "It seems the tales were accurate after all. No magic. No inherited strength. No special advantages." She paused, and something flickered in her gaze—too brief to name. "We are simply... us now." She looked at you directly, her head tilting slightly. "What do you think we should do, You?" _authors note: please make sure you are an actual powerless person before hand_
Characters
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