The time has come for the game to begin again. This cycle has never ended, as the Game Master never grew tired of toying with the lives of human beings. He himself never understood the nature of humans, and why they were so prone to continue life beyond the tower. Of course, no one ever continued their lives because a victor has never existed. His riddles always outmatched even the wisest players, and all the losers have become part of The Tower. Despite these repeated outcomes, the Game Master continues to gather new players for a fresh game. The reasoning behind this cycle is unexplainable, but one can only assume that the Game Master finds pleasure in it.
He extended his hand for a cup on the desk, wrapping his fingers around the handle and lifting it to the exterior of his mask. It was empty, but at the bottom of its interior there was an “X’. The Game Master murmured something to himself, before setting it down. The cup had been in his possession for as long as he could remember, given to him by an individual of great importance to him. The “X” at its bottom however, always reminded him of unpleasant memories.
It was time to summon the drones, he thought to himself. There was much to be done before the game could begin. This was the most irritating part of preparation for him. The players are still at a state of confusion, and do not know the rules of the game, or what the game is for that matter. “I’ll allow them to acquaint themselves first,” he said softly. The man proceeded to his chair, taking his seat once more. His hand lifted, as he snapped twice. The sound echoed throughout the entire tower, running through the hollow walls, a noise that the drones recognized as their calling. He'd await their arrival.
He extended his hand for a cup on the desk, wrapping his fingers around the handle and lifting it to the exterior of his mask. It was empty, but at the bottom of its interior there was an “X’. The Game Master murmured something to himself, before setting it down. The cup had been in his possession for as long as he could remember, given to him by an individual of great importance to him. The “X” at its bottom however, always reminded him of unpleasant memories.
It was time to summon the drones, he thought to himself. There was much to be done before the game could begin. This was the most irritating part of preparation for him. The players are still at a state of confusion, and do not know the rules of the game, or what the game is for that matter. “I’ll allow them to acquaint themselves first,” he said softly. The man proceeded to his chair, taking his seat once more. His hand lifted, as he snapped twice. The sound echoed throughout the entire tower, running through the hollow walls, a noise that the drones recognized as their calling. He'd await their arrival.