The Blitz
The guests begin to wake up as morning arrives, and they are already moving. They wonder before they are fully awake whether they have been sleepwalking, but then they realize that they are not walking at all. They are being carried in some sort of cage on wheels.
Realizing that their cargo is waking, the latest captors stop. Into the guests' field of view appear four strange men, wearing some sort of ridiculous looking purple armor. Their faces are somewhat obscured by face masks attached to helmets, but the guests can easily tell them apart by large numbers on their chests.
"They're awake, 70."
"Can we eat them now, 77?"
"We can't eat them all, 81. We have clear instructions. Right, 70?"
"Right. They can choose while we carry them. Now let's move. I'll lead the way. Your turn on the cart, 88."
The cart begins to move again. The guests do a quick count and discover that there are only a dozen of them remaining. They ask their captors what happened to the other two.
"They were dead when we found you. 70 wouldn't even let us eat them."
"You wouldn't have wanted to, 81. They weren't fresh."
"77 found one with her... his... whatever... head buried in the sand like an ostrich. Must've been confused, shame."
"And the other one was shot, right 70?"
"Yes, 88, brains blown out all over the place."
"Now pick someone for us to eat. We're hungry!"
A shudder passes through some of the guests, but there doesn't appear to be much to do for the moment other than discuss who they might want to get rid of next, so that will have to do until the next bizarre plot twist.
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