As the drone materializes you at spawn island, the sudden wind whips you back into your senses. The memories of the previous cycle becoming a blur of hazy images, a dull collage of static and broken pieces. The beginning it all couldn't even be remembered, the long chain of death and rebirth creating a thick fog over even your life before. All that was known, you had to fight.

Oh, and there was a teammate this time. This cycle was a duo.

Your teammate swiftly ran over from a nearby knoll, carrying a pistol and waving her arms at you. It seemed as though she was wearing some sort of cotton or polyester jumpsuit, jet-black and embroidered with a golden skeleton over where her's would lay. But most noticably... She had a pumpkin, where her head should be. A carved Jack-O-Lantern, engraved with an unmoving, unwavering toothy-grin.

"...!!!"