"I-I didn't do it on purpose," Ms. Carol said somewhat flusteredly. "I just didn't throw it accurately."
"Heh." Joker slammed a hand heavily onto the table and sneered. "I think you never trusted us at all. You wanted to leave yourself a way out, use burning down the house as your trump card. You were worried none of us would light the fire, so you used shaky hands and a 'mistake' to create an opportunity for yourself!"
"What did you say?! You bastard, how could I possibly do that?! I-I was just... Who told these damned rules to make me so nervous?!"
"Look, look, she's making excuses about the rules again." Joker bared his teeth, swept his gaze around the room, then folded his arms and glared darkly at Ms. Carol. "We never should've given this stupid woman a chance. She never considered anyone else's feelings from beginning to end. I say we stop here and play by the original rules."
Ms. Carol's brows shot up in fury, but when she counted the matches in her hand, her confidence vanished again.
She had just thrown in one match. According to the rules, she could still throw two more, but that would not help.
Schiller and Joker had both thrown in two matches just now, leaving them with eight each. If she and Kitty each threw three, they would have seven left.
Then, going clockwise, after this round they would have eight, eight, seven, and seven matches respectively. After abolishing the rock-paper-scissors rule and playing another round, it would become five, five, four, and four. Another round after that, it would be two, two, one, and one. Then Schiller would throw two, Joker would throw two, Kitty would throw one, and Ms. Carol would still be eliminated.
With things having reached