Due to the life and death situation at hand, the two split podiums were forced to make an inhumane decision for survival: leave two behind for the rest of them to live. The groups made it worse by picking only the best, while weeding out any whom they deemed "unfit" to live on. Grudges and previous history only further complicated things. Somewhere, He shook his head in shame at how they handled the situation He had put forth for them. What fools!
GM DracLord and WanderingWolf stood at the bottom of each podium, still pleading for survival. How did they even know that there was a weight limit, they both thought. No, this was all just a thought the groups had convinced themselves of. There really was no weight limit. The podium could've held more, but the group had to get rid of certain pests for their own satisfaction. Maybe they all thought death was inevitable, and decided to go out with a bang. Whatever.
The lava rose where GM DracLord was standing. "HELP ME, PLEASE! I don't want to die. I don't want to die," he cried in fear. It was too late; an ember caught his pants on fire, and soon he was entirely engulfed in the flames. Fully on fire and nearing the brink of death, he looked at podium two and said something they will never forget: "Don't worry ... my friends, for I have seen God ... and God is good!" Whatever was left of him fell into the lava, destroying all traces of his existence.
WanderingWolf was horrified by what he had just seen. He began clawing his way up podium one, hoping to force someone off. "I WON'T DIE LIKE THIS," he yelled. The group stepped back not at WanderingWolf's attempt to attack them, but at a creature that had rose from the lava. It was serpentine in shape, with spikes on its sides and six tentacles coming out of its back. WanderingWolf didn't even notice it due to his intense rage.
"Kahkahkah! You don't have to," the creature said as it violently jabbed one of its tentacles in WanderingWolf's chest. Out of all the survivors had seen so far, this had to have been the worst of it. Nothing could compare to this horror. It wasn't the sight, but simply the fact that he was still somewhat alive from the attack.
With the last remaining strength in his body, WanderingWolf wrote the following on podium one using his own blood before finally fading away: