Red lights pulse. The survivors—yourself included—shuffle to the massive table. Mouths tight. Hearts pounding. All clad in the same black suits.

They all sit. CHAIR SCREEECHES
Hands slam the table. Plates rattle. A half-eaten roast slides across cracked china.

PLAYER A (snarling): “You think you deserve this spot?”
PLAYER B (hurling food): “Shut up, I earned it!”

Forks clang. A chair flies. Saucy gravy splatters your face. A shrill gasp, a laugh, a furious shout.
PLAYER C: “Get out of my sight!” They kick the table—an uproar of insults follows.

As chaos builds, a sharp voice cuts through:
UNKNOWN HOST (off-screen): “Choose your weapon now.”

On the table before you: a knife, a fork, a beer bottle. The room charges with raw aggression and anticipation. Your stomach churns.

Choose—and survive.