[i][center]"Ahahahahaha! Oh, it’s been WAY too long since there’s a been a killing game! Wait… When was the last one? It seems my memory is all jumbled up! Bah, who cares! I can still run a good killing game! After all, the real key to a killing game isn’t strategy or might- it’s heart! And my heart is pounding from the anticipation! Is it here? Is it finally underway!? Ah, I can’t wait any longer! Let’s start let’s start let’s start!"

He laughed, enraptured with gleeful expectation. Nothing can quite top the despair a killing game inspires![/center][/i]

The sun rises, washing the world in a warm light as you rise from your heavy slumber. Crisp air fills your lungs- it’s chilly, but not cold. Did your heater stop working last night or something? You know, now that you think about it, this doesn’t seem like your bed at all... Slowly, you come to the realization that it's time to wake up.

Your memories have gaps, and your surroundings are unfamiliar. Everything about this is strange- as you wake up and gather your bearings, a question must be answered; what do you do now?