Game Introduction
*... In local news today, a strange incident has occurred at Damonville during an election day process. Locals are evacuating the town out of total fear, but the exact cause is not known...*
*whirr* *bzzt*
"Ahem!" Pasonia clears his throat out loud. "You guys, over there, you ain't sleepin' on me for this one, hmm?"
Nobody dared to shake their heads. No one out of the sixteen knew exactly what to expect. Some looked on at Pasonia with droopy eyes, but they do try to keep themselves awake.
"Excellent!" He cried. "You guys are lucky enough to be selected in a game of survival."
"If I may, you imbecile," foulcoon raised an objection, "why are we here for?"
"Yea, that's right, what's the big idea?" Cried a girl's voice, presumably that of Todesengal's.
"Quiet," barked Pasonia, pressing a remote controller which forced the two back to their seats, involuntarily. "I haven't even gotten to the exciting part. Oh, and yea, a word of reminder; you guys have ALL been tagged with a microchip I have conveniently inserted into your right wrists; you dare disobey my words and I guarantee you the next thing you'll be zapped."
Now nobody even dared to speak up. Everyone knew that they could hear a pin drop if it did.
"Perfect. Listen up carefully; I had a good mix of people with political leanings, with special skills, and stuff. Issue being, however, that some of you have been modified into Version 10. That is jargon for a serum that turns some of you into blood-lusting werewolves every night fall. Those guys who got hit, you know who you are. The rest of you, you are to find a way to eliminate these wolves. before they turn you into history."
A commotion ensued in the gathering room.
"It's about 3AM here now, so I do suggest some of you get some sleep. Every evening, I want you guys to all make a vote on who you think should die. Seriously."
"But why are we--"
"No 'buts', no protests, no nothing. You find your way into it. I can only tell you this; some of you are either gifted, or privileged, or evil. You either let the evil overrun your ass, or you band together and eliminate the devils' advocates."
Pasonia proceeds to leave the room.
"...oh," he pulled back, suddenly remembering something, "If you want anything, or a bed or whatever just go to the Meridian Hotel. Basically, only the sixteen of you are in town now, and I have seen it befitting to peruse the facilities of this small, god-knows-where town to my advantage. I won't be contactable unless needed be, so you guys figure out what to do. By the way, the jacuzzi rocks."
Before anyone had a chance to figure out what Pasonia actually meant, he vanished.
Day One has started. Tension begins. Stuff will begin to fly...