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(The Arrival - Pre-Game Plot)

"Come on. The flight was supposed to be here by now."

Chaos looked around. He sighed and checked his watch one more time. He had been waiting at the Gambino International Airport for hours. He had to make sure everything was ready for Mr. Gerron's arrival. He had the limo ready to leave at a millisecond's notice, the A/C in the back at exactly 73 degrees, and the mansion was completed perfectly to his instructions. Chaos had even scheduled lunch with Mr. Gambino tomorrow at 12 sharp. But none of that would matter if the plane didn't arrive.

"Where is it? Oh no...Mr. Gerron is going to be-"

Just as he turned his back on the large glass window that faced the runway, Chaos's cell rang. He looked at the number and sighed. He openned it up and placed it to his ear before it rang a second time.

"Yes Mr. Gerron? What can I get for you?"

"Do you know why I am not at the airport? Do you?" asked a deep masculine voice that had a sophisticated quality to it.

Chaos gulped. "No sir. But my guess is that the pilot-"

"Is dead."

Chaos's mouth dropped open. "Dead sir?"

"Yes. Dead. The same state you'll be in if I don't have my limo waiting for me when I land. You've fufilled all of my wishes to my specifications, have you not?"

"Of course Mr. Gerron. I haven't let you down yet."

"That may be true. But let's hope there's not a first time for everything. I will be arriving in fifteen minutes sharp. Don't dissappoint me."

"Yes sir."

"And remember Chaos. It's the Gambler now."

"Yes sir."

CLICK.




As the airplane finally came to a stop, Chaos straightened out his tie. Things had been running smoothly the last few days, and he wanted to make sure they continued to run that way. Althought there had been a few minor difficulties with some of the contestants, they had been taken care of.

"Good afternoon Chaos."

The Gambler stood at the door to the plane and looked down at his assistant. At six foot five, The Gambler was a very intimidating man. His broad shoulders and sharp chin gave him a rugged look while his short, black hair and baby blue eyes made him seem softer in a way. He wore a black vest over a buttoned up dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His shirt was neatly tucked into a pair of black dress pants which acted as a bridge from his while shirt to his white leather dress shoes. He was a man of power and a man of style. He then stepped down the stairs of the plane and began to walk over to the limo and Chaos.

"List."

Chaos immediately pulled out a list of names and handed it to his employer as he walked by. Chaos then began to follow.

"These are all of the names. Some have made it here, some are still on their way. Johnny has agreed to film it all in exchange for some of the profits..."

"Done."

"...and we are to expect everything to run smoothely. No one on the island has been informed of the game except for the contestants, and Mr. Gambino asks it stay that way. He is willing to allow us to use a local radio frequency to broadcast our updates."

The Gambler read the list and smiled.

"Have they arrived?"

Chaos shook his head. "Not yet," he said as he openned the limo door. "But they are set to arrive tomorrow."

The Gambler smiled and got in, closing the door behind him. He then cracked the window and looked at Chaos.

"Make sure they know what they are doing. This game begins in a few days. I don't want any problems. Now, I am going to my quaters, and I am not to be disturbed. Tomorrow I will want to see the details on the Lotto and any other information."

"Yes sir."

"That is all Chaos." And with that, he rolled up his window as the limo pulled away. Chaos immediately pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. After two rings, someone answered.

"Hello?"

"Hello. I hear you wanted a new story about the Gambler. Well, do I have the story for you..."

Hello ladies and gentlemen. My name is Mr. Creative Chaos, but please, refer to me as Chaos. On behalf of my employer, Rylee "The Gambler" Gerron, I would like to welcome you to first ever edition of "K4K: Kill4Kash". Due to a minor misunderstanding, my employer's flight has been delayed due to...legal issues. But rest assured. The prize that was promised is still up for grabs, and I'm sure Mr. Gerron will make a statement concerning how this game will go on his first day. But before we get to that, we must take care of some paperwork...

If you would please, sign this contract:




I thank you all for joining me here, and once again, welcome.

Side Note: I added the occupation thing-y in there just because I'm setting the game this go round in a reality TV show.



Member List:
1. Techno Sonata (DJ)
2. Amayatar (Film Editor)
3. Sibeiko (Theoretical Physicist)
4. Ardent Fang (Movie Star)
5. sweetnessfairy (Novelist)
6. Unphotographable (Porn Star)
7. `Aine Chievious (Waitress)
8. Satius (Street Artist)
9. Suki Whiteangel (Manga Artist)
10. XDarkGenjutsuX (Businessman)
11. Vlad D. Tepes (Necromancer)
12. Dr. Gambol (English Professor)
13. Alexeroo (Movie Critic)
14. Merriweather (Librarian)
15. Kimilia (Computer Technician)
16. [Moseley] (Coffee Shop Owner)
17. Fortenra Askasa (Pastry Chef)
18. Respectful Rhino (Critic)
19. Help the Bombardier (Agent)
20. Triskellion (Illegal Alien)
21. Bellecat (Sentry)
22. A Dragonflys Sin (Artist)
23. MonJ Redux/Sky BIue (Plumber)
24. Ginji of Thunder (Lion Tamer)
25. Alpha the White (Warrior)
26. Anael De Ezra (Tailor)
27. choic (Nurse)
28. buzzkid24 (Stocker)
29. articuno144 (Peeping Tom)
30. Roger Silverwood (Illusionist)
31. Fatal Fenrix (Magician)
32. the.Blue.Iris (Trucker)
33. Chikorin Moonie (Graphic Designer)
34. Merlin_P._Davis (Mercenary)
35. Dr. Roy Salamandra (Scientist)
36. Thaya Dreamed (Fortune Teller)
37. Kitty Krazy (Photographer)
38. Guccigirl247 (Unknown)
39. Luna Amatista (Musician)
40. Draconissa (Computer Programmer)
41. Motorized Spaghetti Fork (Mortician)
42. TootsieFruity (Unknown)
43. Amigox3 (Charity Organizer)
44. Apple Blossom19 (Ninja)
45. inasanemonkey1230 (Pokémon Master)
46. Salvinorin A (Shaman)
47. Mercain (Melee Competitor)
48. Blonde Haired Kid (Male Escort)
49. Timetripper (Firearms Expert)
50. Sheena Ayame (Female Escort)
51. heavensdark (Sailor Scout)
52. flamingdove (Singer)
53. Hirun Hikari (Rival)
54. S H O Y K I N G (TBA)
55. Akai_Uchiha (Paranormal Investigator)
56. Mylian (Freelance Pope)
57. Zepia Eltnam Oberon (Zepia Eltnam Oberon Impersonator)
58. Wrendraith (Barrista)
59. Azrael Makar (Astrophysicist)
60. gute nacht mond (Contortionist)
61. Turtle_Devil (Hairstylist)
62. xXJack of SpadesXx (Librarian)
63. Lady Rai (CEO)
64. Merty (Mercenary)
65. Rotation36 (Male Model)
66. `Kashi (Rock Star)
67. Sylfaen (Shaman)
68. Hatmaster (Property Developer)
69. Fiibii-chan (Script Writer)
70. Ismaru the Windsoul (Wind Spirit)

Inactive = Pink
Taken Out = Blue
Killed = Red
Dropper Out = Green
Still In = Black


I have just been informed that the following list has been finalized. The Gambler is pleased with these, and believes the odds are evenly stacked. If you have any questions or concerns, please post them in this area.

Lotto Numbers:
1. The NR is safe this round.
2. Nothing Occurs
3. Nothing Occurs
4. Killers receive a clue about the NR
5. G-Team receives a clue about killers’ targets
6. Nothing Occurs
7. Everyone will receive a clue about both killers
8. Killers are asked to write to the Public (Will be included in the next Update)
9. The NR receives a clue as to a Killer’s target.
10. Nothing Occurs
11. Nothing Occurs
12. G-Team receives a clue about NR
13. Killers get double kills
14. Nothing Occurs
15. G-Team saves 2 extra people
16. The NR is safe this round
17. G-Team receives a clue about killers’ targets
18. Nothing Occurs
19. Nothing Occurs
20. Killers get double kills
21. G-Team saves 2 extra people
22. Nothing Occurs
23. The NR receives 2 clues
24. Nothing Occurs
25. Nothing Occurs
26. The NR is unable to get a clue
27. Killers receive a clue about NR
28. Nothing Occurs
29. Killers receive a clue about G-Team
30. Nothing Occurs
31. G-Team receives a clue about killer’s targets
32. The NR receives 2 clues
33. Nothing Occurs
34. Nothing Occurs
35. Everyone will receive a clue a killer
36. Killers receive a clue about G-Team
37. Nothing Occurs
38. The NR is safe this round.
39. Nothing Occurs
40. G-Team receives a clue about killer’s targets
41. Nothing Occurs
42. Plot Update Only

Day Two: Notice Anything At All?

Chaos watched as the numbers on the lotto started to slow down. The past twenty-four hours had been the most shocking and nerve racking he had ever experienced. And to think, it all happened with one little screw...

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"My followers, today will be a monumentous day!" Mylian cried as he took his place near the front of the line. "I will be attempting a stunt done by no other pope! I will attempt to use the speed of 'The Beast' to try and bless everyone's drinks at the same time! I know, it seems impossible, but as a pope, and a competitor of this game, I feel it is my duty to get all of you sorry suckers who just happen to lose your life so that we, the more privileged few, will become richer due to your sacrifice."

The line looked at each other in complete and utter confusion.

"Who the hell is this guy?"

"He said he was a pope. But I thought there was only one of those."

"He's wearing pope like clothes..."

"Doesn't mean he's a pope though..."

Mylian looked down and smiled. "You shall all see the extent of my powers. I am the one true pope, no matter what the Vatican said when I put in my application. Sure, there was that one time when I thought a guy was possessed. And yeah, it did turn out it was only a chicken bone stuck in his throat, but I made sure the good Lord took his soul into the light."

At that moment, "The Beast" came to a screetching halt. It was a five cart roller coaster with all of the latest innovations. The passangers slowly got out of the cars and staggered off in different directions. One boy stood up, looked straight ahead, and slowly walked away as vomit trickled out of his mouth like a waterfall. This was truely a ride to remember. Mylian walked up to the front cart and began to sit down when he saw more people attempting to ride at the same time.

"NO!" He cried as he pointed away. "I must be the only one on this for the blessing to be perfect. I wouldn't want to bless one of you instead of some one's drink, now would I?" The other passangers looked at him for a moment, sighed, and rolled their eyes as they stepped away from the cars.

Suckers. Mylian thought as he sat down with an air of dignity. He calmly nodded to the ride operator, who merely nodded. The ride operator then pushed a red button and stepped back as the machine roared to life. Behind them, another operator walked up.

"Hey, the Gambler would like a word with you. Something abou-" But that was all Mylian would ever hear. He began the steady climb up the first drop. He smiled to himself as he watched the top get closer and closer.

And to think, they said being a freelance pope would never pay off. Here I am, enjoying an amazing ride by myself, and all I had to do was talk those suckers into believeing me. This competition is going to be cake.

Then he hit the top. Mylian had been so wrapped up in the thought of his lovely ride that he never saw the ride operators switch at the controls, nor would he ever see the new operator hit a small blue switch and walk off. He would never notice the small wires attached to the track, and he certainly would never think to notice the explosives cleverly hidden in hollowed out steel. What he would notice, however, would be the rush of the loops, dips, corkscrews, dives, and twists of the roller coaster, the thrill of moving at such high speeds, and the tracks giving way just before he got there, causing his body and and the four cars behind him to come into contact with a single metal pole.

The people in line watched everything, unable to move and unable to realize the ride operator had dissappeared.
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Chaos looked at the list he had complied and then back at the Lotto machine. He knew what it meant, but this was just too unfortunate. After all, they didn't just lose one person today, and now this? He gathered the results and headed to the Gambler's lounge.

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Two minutes before Mylian's fateful ride, Motorized Spagetti Fork had finally decided on which ride she wanted to experience: The Fun House. It was the one place she found that combined all of he passions: dark places, dead people, dealing with the unexpected. She loved it. Her friend looked looked at the entrance with caution.

"Come on. It'll be fun. You know you want to..."

But her friend shook her head.

"Nah Taven, that's alright. We'll just catch up with you later."

"No. I don't want you to miss out on the fun. I mean, yeah, this is a competition, but you're my friend."

Her friend smiled and pointed to a nearby booth.

"I'll be right over there."

Fork sighed but nodded in agreement. She then headed up to the entrance of the fun house, paid her tickets, and started her trek into the unknown. It started like most fun houses with wobbling boards, things that popped out, a spinning tube around a bridge. The Fork reached the start of the mirror maze.

Now Fork had always hated the mirror mazes. It just wasn't her thing. But, if she wanted to get out, this was the only way, so she started moving in. She tried to move quickly, but quickly found herself getting more and more lost. Left, right, right, left, right, forward, left, left. Dead end. Fork sighed and tried again when she heard screams coming from outside. Then she heard a voice over a PA system inside of the fun house.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please exit the fun house. There has been a minor problem with equipment, and we would rather not risk anyone else's safety. Thank you."

Fork looked up.

You tell me to leave, but you don't tell me how. Thanks Einstein.

Fork turn around and took another path. But she only found herself getting mor and more lost. She sighed and turned around, looking for some hint as to how to exit.

"Hello?"

She waited a few seconds before yelling out again.

"Hello? Anyone here?"

"Hello?"

Fork smiled when she heard the voice it was the same one as over the PA. She called out again.

"Hello! Do you think you could help get me out of here?"

There was no reply for a second, and then, "Yeah, I'll be there in a second. Just keep talking."

Fork openned her mouth to reply, but movement had caught her eye. Throughout the conversation, Fork's attention had been on the gap between all the mirrors and the ceiling. She hadn't noticed the figure that had snuck up behind her, or the blade that had appeared at her neck. What she notice was the words that seemed to follow the blade across her neck.

"For someone who deals with beauty all the time, I'm suprised you didn't use a mirror."

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Chaos entered the room and handed the results to the Gambler.

"I'm pretty sure you will be pleased by these."

The Gambler smiled as he looked at the numbers.

"Well then, I guess we had better inform the masses. I want all signals on the isle to be broadcasting only me."

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Buzzkid24 sat with his chair facing the front door. He knew it was coming, he just didn't know how or when. He had been waiting here for hours, knowing full well everyone saw him as a threat.

And to think, they figured me out without any evidence...idiots.

Just then there came a slight knock on the door. Buzz slowly got up and walked to the door. He placed his back to it and called out, "Who is it?" in an aggrovated tone.

"Buzzkid24. The majority of the members of K4K have decided that you are to be removed from this game. Now, if you will open the door, we'll calmly take you to your destination."

Buzz smirked and stepped away from the door.

"And if I refuse?"

Silence. Then, as if on cue, the door was kicked in. There, standing in the doorway was a pair of burly men dressed in black suits with a camrea man following them. One of the men began to walk towards Buzz, who sprung into action. He roundhouse kicked the first man in the jaw, which caused him to fall to the ground. The second man began to advance when Buzz pulled out a hand gun, cocked it, and pointed it at his face. The second man stood still as the camera man lowered the camera.

"What the hell is a stocker doing with a gun?"

Buzz kicked the man who was still on the ground in the ribs and then looked back up at the camera man.

"You ever stocked shelves in Durem? That's some tough s**t right there..."

Buzz kicked the man once more in the ribs, twice in the face, and then once in the stomache for good measure. He then uncocked the gun, took out the magazine, released the round in the chamber, and then dropped the pieces on the ground. He kicked the man on the ground for good measure and then looked to the camera man and the second man.

"Alright, I'm ready."

The second man stood in silence for a moment before finally asking the obvious question.

"Aren't you going to run?"

Buzz smirked and looked at the man.

"No. I knew this was coming. I knew this would happen." He turned his attention to the camera. "I just wanted to let them know just how pissed I am."

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TVs and radios all over Gambino switched on. There was a small bit of introduction music, followed by the Gambler speaking.

"Well, I guess I should apologize for the recent events that have occured. I didn't realize just how interesting this would get. And, in order to make things more interesting, I have today's magic number. The Lotto has selected number 26 today. This means that the News Reporter can not ask for a clue until tomorrow. And speaking of tomorrow, what will have happened by then? I guess we'll have to wait and see until then. But for now, have fun!"

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#41,Motorized Spagetti Fork, has been slit!
#56, Mylian, has been roller coastered!
The G-Team has failed to save anyone this round.
And after a quick burst of anger, #28 buzzkid24 has been removed from the game!

Killers, Send me yo kills!
G-Team, Try again. You might get lucky this time.
NR, you may NOT ask for a clue this round.
Everyone else, Vote. ^-^


Note: I realize that everything has been haywire with the RNG. I will accept all votes now, and I urge you to RNG if you can. If you cannot, you may either use the RNG on random.com or you can leave the lotto up to those who can. I will tell you now though: The more RNGs, the better the odds for your favor get. Thank you, and I'm sorry guys.

Day 4: Round and Round the Roulette goes...

Chaos looked at the lotto. It had switched back and forth between two numbers: Thirteen and thirty. He watched in excitement, wondering what number the generator would finally stop on. Finally, the generator came to a stop on one number. Chaos's mouth dropped open as he walked in silence towards the Gambler.

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Turtle_Devil sat staring at the person standing before her, trying to understand everything that was just said.

"So you're telling me that the assassin was assigned to come kill me, and that they are probably already her."

The person nodded.

"And you're going to protect me in any way possible?"

The person nodded again.

"How am I supposed to trust you?"

The person smiled.

"Because if I were the assassin, you'd already be dead."

Turtle stared in disbelief and then looked down.

"I guess you're ri-." She stopped talking and spun around. She had heard a slight noise coming from her closet door. She looked back at the person who nodded and slowly began to walk towards the closet door. Turtle turned her back, making it seem as if she hadn't noticed. The closet door slowly began to open up, and a person stepped out.

"Turtle, Turtle, Turtle. It seems your time has finally come."

Turtle spun around and looked the assassin in the face. She stiffled a scream and looked away.

"I should have known. Of all the-."

"Silence! I don't usually give my victums the chance to see me face to face, so I want this to be as cliche as possible. I'm going to skip the master plan bullshit, and go straight to the question that I love so much. Any last words?"

Turtle looked at the assassin and the person behind them. She looked even more nervous than before, and said without really thinking, "Duck."

The assassin was caught off gaurd. Their mouth openned, but was quickly closed by the butt of a gun. As the assassin's body crumpled to the floor, the person who had been waitng to help Turtle smiled and nodded before reaching down and cuffing the assassin. Turtle's heart was going a million beats per second and her mind was racing even faster. She looked to the stranger and asked, "How did you know the assassin would be here?"

The stranger smiled, picked up the assassin, and pulled out a small golden circle. It was shaped like a G, and it was all the answer Turtle needed.

The stranger put the circle away, threw the assassin over their sholder, and headed out the door.

"I hope we never have to meet again."

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The engineer stood over the body of flamingdove and smiled. Hirun was squirming from his corner of the cell, trying to escape or at the very least tell the engineer how he felt about being tied up.

"Don't worry. Two more people, and you'll find out what I have planned...Let's just say you'll be my greatest design ever..."

The engineer then smiled and walked out of the room, thinking about just how close they were.

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Sky BIue had been called ten minutes earlier to see if he could get a wedding ring out of a drain. Simple. Easy. He should be in and out in no time. As Sky walked up to the door, a voice came from the window next to the door.

"MonJ!"

Sky spun around and looked at a face hidden in the curtains.

"Amigo?"

Amigo's eyes widened and his face dissappeared. He reappeared at the front door as he pulled Sky inside.

"Shut the hell up man. I'm a fugitive."

"Yeah...I had heard...So what have you been doing?"

"Nothing really. Staying in here, watching the windows, listening to the radio. You know, they've played 'I Kissed a Zurg and I Liked it' like twenty times in the past three hours..."

Sky set down his toolbox and looked around. It was a small house that smelled of Cheesy Mac and cats. There were pictures of people Sky couldn't even begin to identify, plates with cats on them, and a large cuckoo clock all on the wall of the hallway that seemed to lead to the kitchen.

"Amigo, just whose house is this?"

Amigo had returned to the window when he heard the question. "My Mother's."

Sky laughed. It was interesting to be in Amigo's mother's house. Even more interesting to find out he was the son of a crazy cat lady...

THUD THUD THUD.

"Sky BIue, we know you're in there. Open up, or we will be forced to use...force."

Sky looked at the door, and then to Amigo. Amigo's face was ghostly white. He pointed to the door and mouthed the words "Gambler's men," only Sky got "Let them in." He openned the door to find two large men in black suits.

"Sky BIue, the majority of the contestants of K4K have voted you out of the game. If you will please come with-."

"¡Usted nunca me tomará vivo!" yelled Amigo as he charged at one of the two suits. Without even looking, however, the man reached out his arm, causing Amigo to slam into the man's fist. "That didn't-." Amigo collasped at the mans feet.

"Well. I guess we got two for the price of one. Guess today's a lucky day."

Sky looked at the men, then at Amigo, and let out a small groan.

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The Gambler looked at the sheet and smiled.

"You know, there's a reason I always pick odds at the Roulette wheel. I love the way they always appear when you need them..."

The Gambler walked over to the microphone and pressed the button which began his broadcast.

"Ladies and Gentlemen. I have in my hand today's lucky number. Ladies and Gents, today's number is 13. This means that the killers will be dispencing not one person, but two people for a total of 4 people killed. I hope you all get a good night sleep, and keep one eye openned..."

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Turtle_Devil was about to be killed, But was saved! Nice Job!
flamingdove has been kidnapped and placed with Hirun! What kind of evil does the engineer have planned?
And Sky BIue has not only found Amigo x3, but has also gotten them both taken out of the game!
Today's number: 13! The roulette spun odds! This means there are 4 kills to occur tomorrow.

Killers: Send in both of your kills.
G-team: Keep it up! You have four chances to win!
NR: Want a hint? Come and get it!
Everyone else: Stay alive and vote!

(Note: I apologize once more for my updates being sort of crappy. College is draining the life out of me, and I am trying to live up to my standards. Key word, however, is trying. But, tomorrow will be amazingly better...I hope...)

Day 6: Craps

The Gambler sat at his desk, waiting for the number to come in. Things had taken a turn for the worst since Chaos left.

That punk a** brat probably knew this would happen. He planned it all along...

Suddenly, there was a small knock on the door. The Gambler looked at it for a few seconds before he finally said, "Come in." The assassin entered with a piece of paper and a smug look.

"The job's been taken care of. I also picked up the day's number on the way up. Figured you might like this."

The Gambler took the paper and read the number. He crumpled it up and threw it at the assassin. "Just what in the hell does twenty-five mean?"

The assassin smirked and got in close. "Nothing happens. Looks like you're losing chips, Rylee."

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Earlier...

Help the Bombardier and the assassin looked at their latest assignments. Help had gotten #60, gute nacht mond while the assassin just said it was a friend.

"Hmm...I wonder what I do next. Maybe use that new gun powder I've been working on. Or maybe another Rube Goldberg type machine...I'd have to collect people again though..." Help stopped. "Do I know this friend you have to kill-"

The assassin had struck as soon as Help stopped. They grabbed her head, and as the last word came out, two quick snaps of the neck and the engineer was down.

"Yeah, you could say you know her."

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Fiibii-chan sat at her desk, typing away her next big thriller, Yelp 2: I Know What You Did Last Thursday And I'm Not Too Happy About It. She had been working on one of the big scenes, the one where the killer first strikes.

The killer had followed her all day. She thought she had lost him, but she had no such luck. He had waited until she was in her own setting. There’s a knock at the door.

There was a knock at Fiibii-chan's front door. She spun around and looked at it. She waited, and when nothing happened, she continued writing.

The woman looks at the door, but brushes it off. Then, there's another louder knock.

Just then, as if following the instructions of the script, there was a louder and more urgent knock. Fiibii-chan finally stood up and walked towards the door. Whenshe openned it, two large men in black suits stood waiting for her.

"Well? What do you want?"

The taller of the two spoke first. "Mrs. Chan, a majority of the contestants have decided you should be removed from the game."

Fiibii-chan stood still, waiting for more. She moved her arm in a circular motion. "What else? I don't have all day..."

The second man spoke. "We're here to take you to the holding area. So if-"

Fiibii-chan left for just a second to grab her labtop and began walking out. "Fine then. Let's hurry up so I'm not wasting any more of my time on you idiots."

The two men looked at each other and sighed. "We really don't get paid enough to do this job."

"That's for sure..."

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#19 Help the Bombardier, our engineer, has been killed by the assassin!
# 69 Fiibii-chan has been voted off.
And today's number is 25! Nothing Happens!

Assassin: Keep up the work.
G-team: Make a comeback!
NR: Keep doin what you do!
Everyone else, vote!

Day 8: Snake Eyes

The Gambler walked down to the broadcasting room, wiping the blood of his latest assasint off his hands.

"Damn interns. Why can't any of them get simple instructions right."

Things had not been going well for the Gambler. He had lost one of his two pieces, the G-team was still alive, and the newsreporter was getting even closer to solving the mystery. The Gambler had been getting nervous. He had made bets with some of the richest men in the world on this game, and he wasn't going to lose to any of them, especially not-

"Johnny...what a pleasent suprise..."

Johnny stood next to the lotto machine, holding the day's number. He smiled and and held out the number for the Gambler to take.

"I just came down to see you. I just heard the news about your engineer. I'm so sorry for your loss...And I came to remind you just how much you're going to lose if your assassin gets removed from this game."

The Gabmler snatched the number and looked at it.

37...Nothing happens...

"Thanks Johnny..."

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sweetnessfairy sat in the shade of one of the tallest oak trees in the city park, furiously scribbling away at her lastest book, "The Beige Number." It was to be her life's work. It was going to be the greatest piece she ever wrote! It was going to be-

BANG!

-the last thing she would ever see. The assassin began to unscrew the silencer from the pistol they carried when a voice came from behind them.

"You're getting sloppy."

The assassin spun around, ready to shoot at a second's notice. Then they saw him: Chaos.

"What the hell are you doing here? The Gambler gave me strict orders to eliminate you if I saw you. Give me one reason I shouldn't."

Chaos smirked. "I know you better than that. Besides, I have a proposition for you. Something that will get you out of here with no strings attatched..."

The assassin looked at Chaos for a second.

"What do you mean strings?"

Chaos laughed. "You think the Gambler will just let you out after all this is done? You are his now. Just like I was..."

The assassin lowered the gun and looked back at sweetnessfairy's body.

"Help me with her while you tell me this proposition."

"Done."

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Merlin_P._Davis walked slowly down the hall, taking note of all the rooms. There were people everywhere, each and every single one sitting and talking to some unseen person.

"Your room is going to be at the end. Meals will be brought to you. There's a phone that you can call your family. Other than that, this is going to be your home for a very, very long time."

Merlin looked through one of the windows and into the room. He saw Buzz punching a punching bag as hard as he could and Merlin smirked. He looked at the room number: 523.

"I don't really have any family."

The man behind him laughed a little. "Then I guess you'll be just fine..."

When they finally reached the door, the man unlocked it, openned it, and then shoved Merlin inside of the room. It was a large white room with a dining room table, two chairs, a bed, and a night stand with his telephone on it. Merlin looked back and spit at the man, who slammed the door and locked it. Merlin watched as the man laughed at him, and then waited until he knew the man was gone and quickly set to work. He pulled out a small screw driver and unplugged the phone. He spent an hour disconnecting wires, flipping switches, reconnecting wires, and tightening screws. Finally, after he connected the last wire, he picked up the reciever. He looked to the small window in the door. No one. He smirked and dailed a number. It rang twice before someone finally picked up.

"Hello?" asked Buzz, knowing full well who it was who called.

"I'm in."

"Bout damn time..."

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Tonight's number is 37! Nothing Happens.
#5, sweetnessfairy, has been shot! Chaos talking to the assassin? Good or bad?
#34, Merlin_P._Davis, has been voted out! What could he and Buzz be planning?

Tune in to find out!

Killer: Kills please.
G-Team: Saves please.
Newsreporter: Clues4j00
Everyone else: Vote!

Day 10: Black Jack (FINAL DAY)

Chaos looked at Sibeiko's body. He shook his head and turned back to face the Gambler. Chaos wiped the small trickle of blood from his mouth and looked the Gambler right in the eyes.

"Guess you just busted."

BANG.

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Thirty Minutes Earlier...

Chaos sat watching the votes pour in. He cut the wire and smirked to himself as Sibeiko continued to tally the votes.

"That lying son of a..." Sibby threw the votes down. "Twenty-one votes. The cheater rigged it. There are exactly twenty-one votes here. All for me. I swear, I won't go to his facility. I won't-"

"Shh...Keep your voice down. Everything will work out. I just need a little more time..."

"Time? TIME?! I don't have any time. He probably already knows where you are, so he probably knows where I am."

"I knew I had picked a smart one."

Chaos and Sibby spun around to see the Gambler pointing a gun at them. He had blood on his face and a crazed look in his eye as he slowly moved towards the pair. Chaos took a step foward, only to be greeted by a bullet zooming past his head.

"s**t Rylee. What the hell are you doing?"

"Shut Up! I want answers, and I want them now. Starting with who are you?"

Chaos looked at his former employer and laughed. "What the hell are you talking about? I'm Chaos, you're number one man, until I finally got sick of 'game' or yours."

The Gambler smirked. With his spare hand, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a shiny golden circle and threw it at Chaos's feet. Chaos looked down and realized exactly what he was looking at.

"Pick it up." Chaos complied. As he looked at the golden circle, he knew exactly what it was. Sibby looked over Chaos's shoulder at the circle and realized it wasn't a circle. It was a golden 'G'.

"You saved Turtle the night I was supposed to kill her! It's all your fault that I failed. You were working for the damn G-Team all along."

Chaos shook his head. "No. You're wrong. I may have been the one who stopped you from killing my only chance at busting this case wide open, but I am not working for the G-team. But Rylee here can tell you all about who I work for..."

The Gambler spit at Chaos. "I should have known you were the one they'd send. I shoudl have seen it from day one. Hell, I probably should have seen it from before then, but I didn't. But now, I'm going to make up for the mistakes I made."

Chaos shook his head. "Rylee, Rylee, Rylee. You know the Gaian Gambling Association will not rest until you and your operation is closed." Sibby looked at Chaos and then at the Gambler.

"Will someone please tell me what the hell is going on?"

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10 Days Earlier...

Chaos pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. After two rings, someone answered.

"Hello?"

"Hello. I hear you wanted a new story about the Gambler. Well, do I have the story for you..."

Turtle_Devil held the phone to her ear, wanting to get every last detail. This mysterious "Chaos" had just given her the biggest story of her life, and she was going to milk it for all it was worth.

"So you mean to tell me that all I have to do is go through this game and get you dirt on the single biggest gambling tyrant in history, and you'll let me publish the story? What's the catch?"

Chaos smirked as he listened to the voice of a local news reporter. "No catch. Just get me the info so we can take him down."

"Done."

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Sibby shook his head as he listened to Chaos recount the events in the first few days of the game, how he found out the identity of the assassin and the engineer by pure luck, and through the help of a friend.

"I was amazed when Turtle called me to tell me you were working together. I guess you didn't realize she was going to turn on you in the end."

Sibby's eyes wided as he slammed Chaos up against the wall. "You lied to me! You said you had no connections with that traitorous wench. You said you would help me out."

"I DID HELP YOU! Rylee had planned to have you killed. Had I not stepped in when I did, he would have had HTB kill you long before your little alliance. But no, I found a way to make it so you survived. And had the G-Team not been dragged around on a false trail, you probably would have failed a few times."

Sibby scoffed. "You'd say anything to save your skin."

The Gambler smiled. "Actually, he's telling the truth. I had planned this a long time now. After I won the bet, I was going to kill you so there was no evidence left. But now..." He looked at the gun and then at Sibby. "I can finish this without a hitch. I can claim that the votes were never tallied, and that it was Chaos who killed you. Then, the bets will be off, and I will be able to take my money and live a happy-"

Suddenly, a large explosion shook the ground. The Gambler and Sibby looked around for the source of the noise. Chaos, on the other hand, took the chance when it came. He pushed Sibby off of him and ran at the Gambler, tackling him to the ground. Punches were thrown, kicks connected, and the gun was pulled back and forth like a rope in tug-of-war. Then another noise came that stopped the two men in their tracks.

Sibby slowly fell to the ground, clutching his chest, blood seeping from the hole. Chaos punched the Gambler in the face and took the gun before walking over to check Sibby.

"Just stay with me Sibeiko. Just stay alive. We'll get you out of here."

Sibeiko smiled as he looked Chaos in the eyes. He held up two fingers. "If you take...care of that fool...over there...and then take care of...the one who turned me in...I will...Ahhhh-." Sibeiko gripped his chest. Chaos ripped the shirt around the wound and looked at it. The bullet had punctured Sibby's heart. Chaos knew then that he didn't have the time or the experience to save him. Instead, he said the last words Sibeiko would ever hear.

"I promise."

Sibeiko's chest fell for the last time as Chaos felt everything become colder. He couldn't explain it, but he could feel as Sibeiko's life left him. Chaos then stood and walked towards the Gambler, wiping away some of the blood from his lip. Chaos lifted the gun until it was pointed right at the Gambler.

"You stacked the votes for Sibby by bribing people. You make it so there's exactly twenty-one votes. Well guess what. You forgot your own vote. Guess you just busted."

The Gambler rose to his feet slowly. He lifted his hands in a sign of surrender.

"Maybe we could talk about-."

BANG!

The blood from the Gambler's body hit Chaos in the face as he watched the man fall dead before him. Standing behind the now dead Gambler was Buzz and Merlin, both with a look of sheer pleasure at what they had just done.

"Next time dumbass, don't install a phone system." Buzz said as he walked on the Gambler's corpse to get to Chaos. "You have five seconds to tell me why I shouldn't kill you on the spot."

Chaos looked at Buzz and then at Merlin. "How did you-."

"Merlin is a master of pyrotechnics, and I was really pissed off. Now, are you going to give me a reason as to why I should let you live? Or should I kill you right now?"

Chaos openned his mouth to speak, when sudeenly something occured to him. Then, he just smirked and laughted a little. Despite everything that had happened just a few moments before, despite all the blood that had just been shed, he had to laugh.

"Because in the Gambler's last will and testimate, I was named his sole heir."

Buzz smirked and looked back at Merlin. Merlin shook his head and laughed.

"Well then, I guess this means..."

THE GCERS HAVE WON!

GM Final Notes:
Thank you all so much for allowing me to host this game. I am so sorry that I wasn't able to deliver as much as I wanted to, and I'm also sorry everything was so bleh. I hope that if I ever host a game in the future, I will take more time to get everything set up so I can make an amazing plot. I will say my favorite parts were the Rube Goldburg machine, and the PM from Sibby that said "Me and Turtle teamed up." That was a great day fro me. But now, I can only look back. I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I have, and if nothing else, I look forward to the next few games as a contestant once more. Thanks.