They find themselves sitting across the table from a skeletal man who looks like the Player but who is, impossibly but quite undeniably, Death. They have no idea how they got here, but somehow they know the rules of this game.
Rosencrantz rolls a coin over his knuckles and then flips it into the air-
"Heads," he says, watching it spin in the darkness.
This is great! I don't know what I was expecting for this prompt, but it turns out this is what I wanted. I love the detail of Death looking like the Player.
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Rosencrantz rolls a coin over his knuckles and then flips it into the air-
"Heads," he says, watching it spin in the darkness.
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