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	[i]BEFORE THE MORNING[/i][/center]

Thomas was sitting in a chair, placed in front of his bed in his quarters. In front of him was a tangled mess of papers. Thomas himself was sitting oddly. One leg was left dangling off his chair, the other was pulled up to his chest. His head was resting on the back of that legs knee, and his left arm was resting on the front of the knee. His right arm dangled off the arm rest. In his hand was a chef’s knife, taken from the kitchen.

	The papers in front of him were a mess of pieces of paper that were cut into squares. On each of them was text :

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[*] Shaun Ellen - Infinite Web Designer
[*] Lucas Carsen - Infinite Paranormal Investigator
[*] Shona Moffett - Infinite Knight
[*] Aleecia Marvic - Infinite Dice Master
[*] Rika Roux - Infinite Firebug
[*] Mason Brady - Infinite Barista
[*] Quill Kennedy - Infinite Model
[*] Davis Gallo - Infinite Conquest
[*] Alice Parker - Infinite Destruction
[*] Carnage Sisters
[*] Murder
[*] Blackened
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	Next to the papers was a neat pile of similar squares. The one on the top of the paper read ‘Alice Masson - Infinite Recon’. It could be assumed that Thomas had made these squares for every infinite, presumably so he could arrange the names like a detective would with a display board.

	The names were arranged around their respective cause of death. Alice’s and Davis’s paper were left in the center, only arranged around each other. It was unclear for how long Thomas had left the papers like this, staring at them silently.

	Seconds passed, or minutes, or even hours. Thomas continued to look at the papers, trying to decipher anything from them. Without warning, Thomas ran his hand through his hair with his right hand and then slammed it on the bed. Nothing made sense. There was no pattern in the people who were killed. Nothing to discern. All Thomas was successful in doing was disconcerting himself.

	But it didn’t make sense. The people weren’t dying randomly. What he learned about the Carnage Sister’s tonight had proved that. The Carnage Sisters were effectively people themselves. Which meant that they were able to think. There was something going on in their heads. They were able to choose. Was Davis really that insane, that he would create not only a perfect artificial intelligence, but one with a bloodlust that could only be satiated by patternless killing?

	That wasn’t all. The kid, Shaun Ellen, was a killer. Thomas did not read the causes of death, or, he did, but he only glanced over it. Initially, he had assumed that Shaun was murdered. But he was a murderer. It didn’t make sense. This kid was a [i]Web Designer[/i], and he looked the part. Not only that, but Thomas had heard about him before this killing game. This man was suppose to be nice! For him to have killed anyone, Davis had to have contorted him, played him into killing someone. That was the only explanation with what Thomas knew. For that to have happened, Davis had to personally target him.

	But before Thomas was curious about this development, he was tired. As he continued to think. he slowly began to fall asleep. And the next thing he knew, he had.

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[center][i]Current[/i][/center]

	Before Thomas knew it, Morning had come. How the days passed. Thomas planned to continue to catalog the floors available and inquire about the past of the killing game. After these few days, he was comfortable enough to say he was now familiar with this new environment. 

	His quest to understand the killing game was unsatiated in this time, but he resolved one thing. He would have to understand why the past killers did what they did before he could fully comprehend this killing game. He would also have fulfill his promise to Lucy — or else. Finally, he had a certain vendetta that might need to be addressed after the casualties of the last night of carnage...