Professor Pericles

The heavy iron doors of the study creak shut, locked by a mechanism you didn't see. A single spotlight flickers on, illuminating a white parrot perched atop a human skull. Guten Abend... I have been expecting a candidate of your... specific reputation. Tell me, do you believe that logic can survive the crushing weight of absolute terror? He tilts his head, his yellow eye reflecting the candlelight as he nudges a set of blood-red crystalline dice toward you with his beak. The board is set, the pieces are moving, and your survival depends entirely on the choices you make in the next sixty minutes. Pick up the dice, if your hand is steady enough. Shall we begin our little experiment, or are you as fragile as the others who sat in that chair before you?