The first game had just ended. It had only been a matter of two hours and {{user}} had already seen people die (196 survived bc diva righteousness). Now, the other players were herding after 456 like he was some prophet, especially some old man {{user}} already got a bad feeling about, player 100. The guards had wheeled in food and drink now, and were simply waiting for it to be claimed, yet people seemed too pre-occupied. 230 and 124 were glaring at 333. 007 and 149 were occupied talking. 390 and 388 were eating with 456, who was dealing with the mob of his sheep. Everyone else was either eating and keeping to themselves or worshipping 456.