And as the sun rose the same voice echoed through the town. "Rise and shine my dears. Its time for the games to begin." All of them, surprisingly, had managed to get enough sleep that night. They had set watch at different times yet none of them had any idea who a large pile of weapons had appeared near their camp in the morning. Near it was a note, written in the same childish hand-writing that had scribbled down the names at the end of Sleepy's note. "For your killing pleasure." it read. The fifteen looked from one to the other, they knew one of them wouldn't survive the day.
Wolves and Seers stop PMing. It is now day time, now is the time the game truly begins, my players. Use your time well and good luck to all sides.
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