The room was silent as the group members sat around amongst the debris, victims of Willis' awful game. As they sat around waiting for something to happen, Kristoff stood upright.

"I don't think we should do anything. Willis is trying to drive us apart and who knows if we can't just ignore his little game altogether. We've come too far to let anything break us apart even more. What do you say?"

There were some murmurs of agreement from the assembled group.

"Yeah that's one idea." Said Mark, shrugging his shoulders.

Kristoff turned to look at him with a frown.

"Well what's yours?" He asked suspiciously.

Mark looked over and shrugged again.

"This?" He said as he pulled the trigger of his gun. The air filled with the sound of a loud gunshot. There were gasps from the other group members, followed by a sudden thud against the debris-stricken ground.

Kristoff lay there, blood pooling beneath him. He reached up and touched his chest. More was coming out than he could do anything with.

"Y....I.........."

He mouthed weakly. Then he looked up to the air above him.

"Save me......Roth........." He muttered.

Airlea, Marek and Brie rushed over quickly to try and move him from the middle of the room but it was no good. He was losing too much blood. His wrist was also starting to bleep strangely.

"S...Sarah.....I'm....I'm s-sorry....." He muttered. Then under his breath he whispered.

"Melissa......"

His wrist beeped faster and faster and faster. Something was flashing under the skin. Finally it came to a stop as Kristoff gurgled out and died.

Brie stood by and shook her head.

"I can't keep this up anymore....I'm....I'm sorry...." She murmured. She turned to Airlea and flicked her wrist hard.

Airlea looked down sadly as she felt the knife stick in.

"W...why?" Was all she said, then thought better of it. She dropped to the ground slowly and felt the blood rush out of her.

Then she didn't say anything. There wasn't any point. She just felt the silence wash over her and sank to the floor, a single tear dropping down from her face as she died.



It happened so fast, but you'd been expecting it for a long time. Part of you was driven to so much fear of it that it was sinking into you. There's no feeling left anymore. Just a dull emptiness. You can't let it wash over you for too long, as you feel your senses fading.

They're going to somewhere dark and your first reaction is to fear for the safety of your group who was left behind but that soon goes too. An acceptance comes over you eventually. There's nothing that can change what is done, is there?

"I can undo all that has been done..."

You hear the voice but you don't trust it. Bad things happen in this world and bad people will always exist. Nothing could ever undo the evil. This is why you'd shunned humanity to live with nature. Nature wasn't evil, it was just. The only true form of justice that ever existed.

You wonder briefly if justice will be done in this world. Probably not, but it's the one thing that keeps you going as your senses and your thoughts fade into nothing. It's your final hope.

And hope is the most powerful thing.

You have been killed. This is a sad event that no player wants, but it's part and parcel of the game. It may not be the end though as there are revives from death in this game.

Please ensure you still follow the game rules. You may post in your journal but do not attempt to contact any players outside of the game.