With the other four following after him, Iwa continued to run until he ran out of the foggy area and into a circular clearing large enough to fit a small town. In the middle was a stout man wearing a big white hat with a bushy black mustache and a large grin. He turned toward Iwa slowly and opened his mouth to speak. Instead of a normal voice or the stereotypical italian voice, the disembodied booming god spoke from the chef's mouth.

[b][u]WELCOME TO THE FIRST PART OF MY TEST! THIS IS MOZZARELLA AND HE WILL BE TELLING YOU PRECISELY WHAT TO DO![/b][/u]

The crowd that had formed around Mozzarella began to mutter. Some little snippets like [i]"What kind of name is Mozzarella?"[/i] or [i]"Why is he so creepy?[/i] arose around Iwa as he stood there, watching everyone voice their opinion. Mozzarella stepped forward slowly, making his way to the front of the crowd and stopping. Clasping his hands together, Mozzarella opened his mouth again, but this time his actual voice spoke. "I am-a Mozzarella. I will be your helper for the 24 hours you will-a be in the Forest of Good-a Taste. Ah haha."

[i]'He's Italian? Never coulda guessed. He seems good natured enough, but something's off about him.'[/i] Iwa observed Mozzarella's every movement closely. Rigid and metallic- like a machine. He walked slowly, too, but in an abnormal way. Like a horror movie villain. Then there was his face. Mozzarella was never not smiling, almost like he didn't have a choice in the matter. His cheeks looked like they were made of plastic and his eyes were glassy and purple- two traits human eyes don't have without special surgery.

"Now-a, before we get started, I would-a like to thank each and every one of you for coming. It would be-a so lonely without visitors here every week. Your task here is to cook a delicious meal for me. The best cooks pass, the worse start again. You only have 24 hours to gather ingredients for a meal and meet me-a back here when you're done. But, be careful not to get lost in the forest. Bad-a things lurk there. Bad-a things indeed. Begin." Immediately after Mozzarella finished, people had questions...

[center][i]"What forest?"[/i][/center]
[center][i]"What exactly do you want us to cook?"[/i][/center]
[center][i]"Why the hell are we even doing this?"[/i][/center]

...all of which were left un-answered. Except for one.

As soon as Mozzarella made his way back to the middle of the clearing, a forest began growing around it. Trees began popping out of the ground everywhere. One poor sap had a tree grow underneath him. He was stuck in the leaves for the remainder of the week.

[i]'I assume we're expected to fend off these 'bad things' while we collect food and stuff to cook? That shouldn't be so hard... for a group of people at least.'[/i] Iwa turned to the other four that were waiting under the gazebo and smiled slightly. "So guys, I have a proposition. I want to team up with the rest of you to beat this thing quickly and easily, and in return we can all share credit for the meal. What do you say?"