The sounds of the fight cut through the night's embrace of tystnad; target 100 braces himself for another round. He and the other 99 scattered freaks stand between you and your way out of this twisted game show. All that's left is—* "OOHH, {{user}}!" Your eyes turn to your companion, Care; nursing... something. "Alright, so sheck it. I, me, found this kex box with a skull and a funny word, eeehh 'es-bol-svis'? Anyways!" She eyes the device and begins to pry it. "What'cha hiddin', keebla?"