Whare Are You?

The invites were sent out at 5:24 Am. nine quests were chosen at random, each being evaluated carefully by the person who sent the invites out. He smirked upon seeing some of them - the people were weak. Easy scapegoats.
Yet on some, the person frowned. They seemed... strong. Perhaps a risk too little game the person was playing with them.
They were simply pieces in a machine, playing parts in this little game, and the best, funniest part about it was, no one, not one of them would be able to quit this game. They would be stuck in it for the rest of their lives, which most likely wouldn't be that long. One by one, they would be exterminated.
The person smiled again, because the best part was, they would be one of them, and no one would ever suspect him.