redraft: specify colosseum mechanics

Story/0BattleRoyale.fountain

@@ -2162,27 +2162,43 @@ Rooster sits.
 
 The aura-wall reaches the flat stone. The flat stone dissolves upward in a small blue poof. Rooster does not move — the warp-ratio relaxes faster than the wall reaches him, or the wall acknowledges him, or some mechanic of the bubble acknowledges that there is nothing left to close *around*.
 
-The entire bubble INVERTS — walls snapping outward, aura dissolving, the interior-rescale releasing in one breath of blue mist.
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-The forest is gone.
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-The cave is gone.
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-Rooster, hood still up, bow still across his knees, sits on an otherwise empty patch of sand.
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 INT. THE COLOSSEUM - SAND FLOOR - CONTINUOUS #23#
 
-Wide shot.
+/* The exterior payoff to the warp mechanic (Worldbuilding §8.4): the smaller the world inside, the larger it reads out here. We have never once cut to true exterior scale during the match — this is the first and only time, and it lands as spectacle. The giant "Rooster" is the warp's final magnification of the last body inside, NOT the man poofing; the man is untouched on the sand and is revealed when the mist clears. The mist-poof rule stays clean — the warp-image dies gloriously; the contestant does not. */
 
-The bubble, on its Catmull-Baroque iron cradle, has COLLAPSED. Not broken — *concluded.* What was an enormous oblong jewel is now a clear crystalline SPHERE the size of a ceremonial bowl, still on the cradle. A neat, decorative object. A paperweight.
+Hard cut to the OUTSIDE — and the first honest sense of scale in the entire film.
 
-On the sand floor, between the cradle and the transparency wall that frames the distant throne, one figure.
+The colosseum is small. It always was. A football-field of raked sand ringed by a *single* tier of stone bleachers — seats for a couple hundred and not one more, the chorus packed shoulder to shoulder along the one row. The gilded jumbotron hangs on its brass rigging above the sand. And at the center, on the Catmull-Baroque iron cradle —
 
-NotoriousRooster. Cloak pooled around him. Hood up. Longbow across his knees. Sitting on nothing.
+— the bubble, which is no longer a ten-meter quartz egg.
 
-The colosseum is silent. Really silent. Even the implied crowd in the stands.
+It is a *mountain* of clear crystal. It has been swelling all act, and now, in the last seconds of the shrink, it fills the arena lip to lip, the iron cradle shrieking under a load it was never built to hold.
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+/* Scale callback, stated visually if possible: at the start of the match the whole kilometre of wilderness fit inside that ten-meter egg, and each contestant read as a thing barely a couple of inches tall, lost on a field the size of a stadium. The warp has been paying that scale back ever since. One contestant left now — and the warp spends everything it has left magnifying him. */
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+Inside the crystal, vast: **NotoriousRooster**, sitting on his patch of sand, hood up, bow across his knees — and *growing.* Forty feet. Eighty. The cloak alone could blanket the bleachers. The chorus tips their heads back, and back, and back.
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+The shell stretches up and out to follow him — past the front row, past the high banners — until the crown of the giant hood meets the rigging. The **jumbotron**, struck by the top of Rooster's head, tears off its mounts and is punched straight up — out of the colosseum, into the dreamscape-black vacuum overhead — tumbling, gilded frame flashing one last gleam before the dark swallows it.
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+Two hundred feet tall. A hooded colossus in a paperweight that has become a cathedral.
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+And then the bubble lets go.
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+The whole warp **INVERTS** — shell snapping outward, aura unspooling, every meter of hoarded scale releasing in one breath. The giant dissolves with it: a column of blue-holographic mist the size of the arena itself, hood and beak and longbow holding their silhouette for one impossible, majestic second — the death-VFX rendered at the scale of a god, a **glory-poof** — before the whole shape fades upward into blue holographic oblivion.
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+The colosseum goes black. Goes silent. Even the implied crowd.
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+The mist clears.
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+On the cradle: the bubble, **CONCLUDED.** Not broken — finished. A clear crystalline sphere the size of a ceremonial bowl. A neat, decorative object. A paperweight.
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+And on the sand directly beneath it, exactly where the colossus sat — at true and ordinary scale, a few feet of pooled cloak and hood and longbow —
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+NotoriousRooster. Hood up. Bow across his knees. Sitting on nothing.
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+Untouched. The arena watched the winner appear to dissolve into the very same mist as every corpse — and here he is. The warp-image went up in glory; the man stayed.
 
 Through the transparency, across the void, on the throne in the courtroom, Rain has not moved from the position he has held all film. BD is still on his cushion. The warm-hosting-voice is nowhere.
 

Story/Worldbuilding.md

@@ -156,6 +156,8 @@ The entry ceremony uses **two distinct rooms** plus a **dreamscape void** betwee
 - **Pace:** exponential. Barely noticeable at first; accelerates; by the last act the wall is advancing meters per second.
 - **Narrative function:** forces converging geography. Late-act survivors are funneled to whatever shelter is closest to the bubble's shrinking center — typically the cave at the east cliff base in this draft. The shrink is the arena's only gamemaker intervention; Rain triggers it and otherwise does not interfere.
 - **Visually:** the bubble on the stadium floor is always growing; the world inside is always shrinking; both statements are true and describe the same event from opposite sides of the warp.
+- **True colosseum scale (held back, paid once):** the colosseum is *small* — a football-field of sand under a **single tier** of bleachers, seating a couple hundred. At match start the full ~1km interior reads, from outside, as a ten-meter egg; a contestant inside reads as a thing **a couple of inches tall** against the field. Do NOT cut to true exterior scale during the match — keep the interior reading as a full wilderness. The exterior scale is revealed **exactly once**, at the dissolution, for spectacle.
+- **The dissolution (one survivor):** as the wall reaches the last body, the warp spends its remaining stored scale magnifying him — the final survivor reads as a **~200-foot colossus** filling the arena; the swelling shell shoves the **jumbotron off its rigging and up into the dreamscape vacuum.** Then the warp **inverts** and the magnified figure goes up in a blue-holographic **glory-poof** — the death-VFX rendered god-sized. CRITICAL: this is the **warp-image** releasing, **not** the contestant dying. The mist clears to reveal the survivor **untouched at true scale** on the sand. The **mist-poof = dead** rule (§8.5) is preserved — the man never poofs; the warp does.
 
 ### 8.5 Death VFX: the mist-poof rule