The other two mountains, though.. Rumors say inside each of the mountains live two people. Goons, they say. Horrible, evil creatures. In the volcano, they are fiery monsters with claws, fangs, and a devilish tail. They're always smoldering in their own flames, and they have a taste for blood. Some people even say that they're descended from Satan himself, and they're living in Hell on Earth. On the snowy mountain, the monsters are rumored to be cousins of the abominable snowman. They're gigantic and have the ability to crush anything to a pulp. They can run as fast as cheetahs, regardless of their size, and they often times enjoy eating their victims just for the hell of it.
However, you're about to find out that these rumors are unbelievably false. Your entire village has been rounded up and transferred to the east-side mountain. The cavern is dimly lit by a small campfire, and everyone is huddled around it. You look around and count the faces. There's twelve of you. You know that your village only has eight residents; there are four intruders. But who are they? You're all wearing masks in the shape of a cat - this makes it impossible to tell the identity of any person inside this cavern except yourself. You begin to whimper in fear as you realize yours, and everyone else's hands are bound.
Shadows lick each corner of the cavern, and out of the darkness walks a figure. She's not wearing a mask, and you can tell she's from power. She walks with a certain confidence, and her eyes are dancing with the campfire. She's grinning wickedly - and even lets out a sinister chuckle - as she walks to the head of the campfire. Everyone is staring up at her - some crying, some glimmering with hope, and some laughing hysterically. Putting her hands behind her back, she raises her head to the ceiling of the small cavern. Your gaze drifts upward, and you attempt to stifle your gasp of horror. Hanging from the ceiling above is a noose. Worst of all, a child is dangling from it. Her sunny curls cover her face and broken neck. Her limbs hang limp. Still smiling, the woman grabs the child by her hair and shows her face for everyone to see. On the right cheek is a symbol of ice, and on the left is a symbol of fire.
You begin to sob uncontrollably - you knew that girl. She was the daughter of one of the elder villagers who passed away last year. She was supposed to be far away from this village, far away from danger. She was sent off to live with her mother. So why was she here, and why was she hung like a criminal? And why, oh why, was this woman showing us? Shaking in fear, you bring your eyes back to the woman. Her now cold eyes are staring hard back at you. She's frowning as she takes a few steps toward you. She's so close to the fire that the flames are attempting to suck her down into the very depths of Hell.
"Stop your crying, fool," she barks at me. "Everyone in this room has a mission. You see, there are twelve of you here: eight villagers, two Ice Mafia members, and two Fire Mafia members. I brought you all here for an.. Experiment of sorts. I want to test this theory of mine. Would you like to hear what that is?" Looking around at everyone's face, she smiles crookedly. "No? Too bad. My theory is that if I put twelve people together, twelve unrecognizable people, you will begin killing each other off in the hopes to satisfy what I want. If four of these people are criminals, your morals will be untarnished. For, if you think you are killing a criminal, why should you feel bad? So, it all boils down to a game, a game I wish to play. Or, more accurately, a game I wish to spectate.
"The object of this game is..." You listen to her every word as she explains the rules. Your eyes seem to have sunk into their sockets, your jaw seems locked into an open position, and your shaking has reached a new high. Could this woman really be that evil?
"Now you know the rules. As for me, my name is Tracey. I am from a larger city, and I have always held a certain fondness for this village. Not it's inhabitants - of course - but it's general landscape. I despise the Mafia that tower above it, and the villagers are hardly any better. So, when I say this will be an interesting game, I mean I can't wait to see some of you sons of bitches
"Anyways, I will be watching this game from the sidelines. Once you have decided upon a target to kill each day, you are to inform me, and I will tie 'em up to lynch. The Mafia members will be able to kill at night with blow torches or dry ice, as you already know. They are also to inform me of their decisions. Oh, and I forgot to mention. You have a doctor among you... They will work at night, as well. They are able to protect one person each night from a Mafia target. Hell, villagers, you might actually stand a chance. Good luck, and may the most
You're still in shock. Why would you want to kill someone? Should you kill someone? Is that really the only way out of this mess? But, what if you kill one of your friends? You couldn't live with that.. But there doesn't seem to be any other choice. Snapping your gaping mouth shut, you stare around at everyone else. Jumping to your feet, you smile and say, "Well, let's get this game started, shall we?"