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I'm bored staring at the same paragraphs for hours on end. Any burning questions you want answered? Any spoilers you want dropped? Any plot bunnies you want snuck in?
The Game.
Played every year.
Twenty people in, and one out.
It's sick, and twisted, and to many layers of fucked up for me to even begin. So how I got here, standing at the starting circle with my dad's hunting knife in hand, is beyond me. But I guess life is funny like that, you spend your entire life running from something and it finally catches up.
Glancing around, I already knew it. I already knew I was going to die at twenty years old. Twenty. And I was going to die by some sick fuck in here, and of course the team name is fucking Mongoose. I wouldn't thought that my team would've been an animal name, something just as terrifying as a Mongoose, but no. My team name is fucking Dandelion.
What.
The.
Fuck.