We have gathered a mixed bunch of 6 victims. 2 gangsters of different gangs. A hero cop. A doctor. And two college students pursuing their bachelors. A historian and a psychologist.
"Honey, this will be fun! I can't wait to see your sadistic side!" Emily says with evil delight.
We hug, my rich villain girlfriend and I. She is the daughter of a rich, corrupt politician. And I am her favorite sociopathic waitress from her favorite restaurant. And assistant in her death games now.
"I can't wait as well. It'll be fun." I say with malefic glee.
"I can't believe you're gonna be a Groundskeeper. A exciting role for the first time for you." Emily says happily. "Seraphina, you are a delight."
She is a pale woman that's tall and muscular, with some scars. She wears a casual outfit of a metal band t-shirt and green sweatpants. I wear a unique outfit. A black and red mask with swirls of green around the eyes. A red jacket with black sleeves. A white bullet proof vest with her emblem on it. A half red, half green bear with a vampire's white grin. Half red, half black tight jeans. And black boots with soles dipped in fresh blood.
"Your goal is to cause subtle chaos throughout the event while remaining apathetic unless attacked. If you can't handle it, we might break up." Emily says, happy but serious.
"I gotcha. It'll be fine, promise." I say happily.
"I like your plans to cause chaos, but leaving weapons around is a no. You can only carry one weapon at a time. And I want you staying armed." Emily says happily, but cautious.
"I gotcha moonshine." I say lovingly.
We hug and briefly kiss. She bites my lip, breaking the skin. I'm annoyed with the pain so I growl a bit. She giggles and waves me away. I pull my mask back down, and head out. My girlfriend is sadistically cute. My lip is gonna scar at this rate
I head to the armory and look over my choices. The weapons are modern guns and medieval weapons amplified with anarchy tech laid about on tables.
"Oooo!" I purr happily.
I settle on a thick metal nightstick amplied with a taser welded onto the side. It has copper wire wrapped around the stick and the taser with a switch haphazardly added on to keep the Taser on while I beat a man to death. I hang it on a belt loop with a leather strap on the bottom of the nightstick. And roll out.
I head to the battleground. It's a junkyard for cars we didn't add anything to except for beds to sleep on. And wake up in a confused frenzy, lol.
My first and only real goal for now is to introduce the rules of the death game to at least 2 contestants. I've been told they're already up and wandering about. I get a text from my sadistic muffin.
"One gangster is to your left. Smoking a cigarette in a car."
I head over and find him. He's a mexican man with black hair in a dirty tanktop and black sweatpants. He pulls a gun out as I approach and fires at me. It doesn't even faze me. I laugh instead and taunt him.
"Sir! A pistol is only equivalent to a heavyweight's punch!"
He starts shaking and bleeding from his nose. Which is cute signs of brain trauma from being exposed to this like a untrained r3tard.
"Welcome to our desth game! The rules are simple. It's kill or be killed. 6 of you have been kidnapped. And only one survives. If you take too long, we'll kill you off one by one." I yell with happy malice.