Kthulhu5000 posted:

you aren't supposed to eat those snacks, OP. You're supposed to take them around the hotel and engage in trades with the other guests. this in turn will drive fierce competition throughout the hotel, sparking a descent into factions, breakdown in negotiations, and finally raw, unchecked barbarism. it will all secretly be observed by the reclusive paraplegic owner of the hotel, recording the details of his experiment and then twisting the narrative to fit his visions, all in the service of creating his grand, overarching magnum opus life statement on civilization, humanity, and existence.

he sits at a typewriter, watching closed circuit monitors, sometimes whispering secret orders into a microphone on his left hand side, or reporting the progress of his secret to a stuffed owl maintaining a silent vigil to his right. it's all happening just as it did with the mouse house runs, he whispers, followed by him taking a bite of a slice of wheat bread toast with cottage cheese on top.