This is my submission for the strangest submission contest. This draft is inspired by the quite terrifying Dancing Plague of 1518, which only gets creepier and stranger the deeper you look into it. I hope you enjoy.
[title] A Dance To The Death
[description] What started as a small flash mob of around a hundred people has since turned into a thousand crazed, dancing bodies, significantly damaging many areas of the capital. You and several of your ministers have hidden in your office to escape the growing mania.
[option 1] "I warned you about this dancin' fever malarkey!" fumes @@RANDOMNAME@@, your Minister of Atavistic Attitudes, stuck in the corner of the room, terrified. "When blinded by the adrenaline and the primitive nature of madness, humans will stop at nothin' to satisfy their delusions! We need to release a city-wide dose of sleepin' gas. It is the only way to calm this horrible, groovin' storm. A few thousand sleepin' bodies are much safer than a few thousand thrashin' bodies!"
[effect] thousands of @@DEMONYMPLURAL@@ wake at dawn confused and disorientated without any recollection of the dance apocalypse
[option 2] "Sleeping gas on humans without their consent? Disgusting!" bellows @@RANDOMNAME@@, your Minister of Underwhelming Results, keeping a watch from the window. "The best way to go about this is simply to let the dancing die down. Using gases on the populace, no matter the situation is completely unnecessary when there much better options out there. Let's crack open a few drinks, I'll put out some snack bowls and we'll wait for the whole thing to blow over... sound good?"
[effect] hundreds die from exhaustion and dehydration after days of manic dancing
[option 3] "Screw your underwhelming friendliness," barks @@RANDOMNAME@@, your five-time voted Worst Employee of the Month, Minister of Dumb Decisions, stumbling around with a bottle of extremely strong alcohol in @@HIS@@ hand. "Get me the pepper spray and the riot squads will ya? At this point, it's either us or them! Make your choice, @@LEADER@@. It's the rise of the dancing zombie apocalypse!" @@HE@@ tumbles, hitting his head on the corner of your desk.
[effect] heavily-armored riot squads are crushed in city square moshpits
[option 4] "Why can't we get in on the fun too?" suggests @@RANDOMNAME@@, the resident janitor, who up until this point, had been unnoticed and hiding in your closet. "What harm would it do, anyway? Everyone likes dancing! Everyone smile! Everyone get in a circle and join hands! We're all having fun, aren't we? Aren't we! Yes, we certainly are!" @@HE@@ gazes blankly at you, the look of insanity burnt into his eyes. "Come on @@LEADER@@, let's have some fun!"
[effect] @@LEADER@@ can be seen breakdancing uncontrollably in the midst of ritualistic dance circles