The answer made a lot of sense. If the game was meant to be entertainment, then the host interfering wouldn't make for much fun. As James read through the page of sleeping pills he was looking at, but for some reason it was like he wasn't actually looking at the page. 

[b]"X, theres something I need to know. Are there more people like me, who can use the dice in the same way? I know what I've been saying may seem slightly... Sadistic, but if I were to kill another dice user, could I take their dice, and therefore their points?"[/b]

He clicked off of the website, and moved to another; a messaging service. He didn't have the number of any of the three guys, but he knew where to find them. All had moved to his school after primary, which meant they were easily available. He searched for one of the guys profiles, opening up a chat window and typing in a message.

[i]"Me, you, Jack and Ben. Meet in half an hour, park by Jack's house. I'll take you all on."[/i]

He pressed send, and was almost immediately sent a reply.

[i]Well be there, bastard. Dont shit yourself again.[/i]

And that was all it took to set the plan into motion. He stood from the chair and walked over to his pinboard, and pulled the knife out from it. Then he walked to his bookcase, and took another out from behind a couple of the books. Placing them both in his back pockets, and stepped out from his room. He walked down the stairs, past his cats, and out of the house, locking the front door behind him. 

[i]Kill two, leave one afraid. Depending on reaction, either chase or fight. Kill either way. Head home, burn both clothes and knives. Dispose of knives, receive dice.[/i]

It didn't take long to arrive at the park, only a couple of minutes walk with his pace. There was no one around, and so James sat on the swings, lightly rocking back and forth. Nothing left to do but wait.