*A fleet of spacecraft emerges from warpspace in orbit of a remote world.  They appear heavily damaged, with several not even possessing functioning life support.  A window on a frigate blows out and releases a white-hot streak of flame into the void.  These ships should not be spaceworthy, and yet here they are.  Perhaps an explanation can be gained from the green-black slime that stretches around and coats the thrusters of each ship.  The stuff forms tendrils that snake about and link different ships together, forming tunnels between each one.  On the surface of one ship, the slime forms green pustules that cling to the hull and contain wriggling dark forms.  On another, a similar node appears to have attached itself to the barrel of its spinal cannon.  I stand at the bow of the flagship, ignoring the screams, gunfire, and more profane noises coming from the bowels of the ship.  I pat my full belly, a bloody, empty hazmat suit laying in tatters behind me.  Several humans wearing similar outfits dangle by their feet from the ceiling, their torsos cut open and leaking blood.  Inside each gaping chest cavity, a small, white object slowly grows.  I hear muffled cries for mercy coming from the crew quarters, now converted in personal chambers for my kin.  What am I?  I am a Wither, a superhuman, psychopathic creature incapable of feeling joy from any source but suffering.*

*Another Wither approaches behind me.*

Wither: We've captured the last of the crew, Lash.  What should we do?

Divide them amongst yourselves, Phantom, but save some for me.  And don't 'confiscate' any of their medical equipment, we need that.

*Phantom smiles cruelly.*

Phantom: Do you have any particular game planned for them?  Me and Banshee are going to play the Cutting and Sewing Game.

You always play the Cutting and Sewing Game.  How many arms stuck to one person is enough for you?

Phantom: It's just so fun!

But, to your previous question.  I don't have any game planned for them now.  I find it more fun to just do... whatever comes to mind.  I have a feeling I'll come up with a really fun game, though.  Once I do, I'll save some captives to play it in the mess hall, so you all can see.

Phantom: I can't wait!

Good.