(ink game-ified, WOOOOOO!!!! btw its like ink game in roblos, uhh, all games btw)

Let’s get this quickly. Deadly games, 455 die, 1 lives for the money. You’ve suffered once, why not go again twice? You’ve played these games before anyway.

LMaD [222]: “…so, you don’t even know?”

Nashatra [033]: “Yeah. All I know is that I suddenly slept in that van and woke up here.”

Noob [332]: “W-Why am I here-?”

Dued1 [183]: “hell who knows?”

The rest, had conversations. You get down but not communicate with the others just yet. You look up and see John Doe, or Player 318, gazing down at everyone—You notice his corrupted spike-arm has been heavily chiseled hard back to a somewhat normal arm. Triangle guards were keeping a eye on him every moment. But of course: the large glass piggy bank always sometimes getting everyone’s attention for a few minutes before going back to conversation. There’s still 2 and a half minutes left of intermission before we start. Do some shit buddy, we don’t have enough time before The Frontman comes.