While Kurai rushes back to them, simultaneously, in the corner of their eyes, the confused group see jet black briefcases buried neatly under the sand, each one of which has their names on it. Yoku notices how far away it is and growls at himself while Danzo dashes there instantly. As soon as the curious group lifts up their briefcase, they hear a vague gunshot, followed by an echo of howling laughs.
The nervous group all look down instantly, each of them finding a recorder device and a single red crystal like gem. They lift the gem up realizing that everyone’s shape is different. The group look back down noticing their own individual weapon.
Danzo: Samurai Sword.
Yuko: Pistol (10 bullets)
Sho: Grenades (5)
Kai: Electric Tazor -very high voltage-
Kurai: Bow and (15) arrows
Lydia: (20) sharp shuriken
Hiroto: Metal slingshot with (2) poisonous pellets (3) pellet bombs (1) smoke bomb
Ken: extendable metal nun chucks (2)
Leon: Futuristic plasma gun that spits out poison
Daichi: Magic Glove that can create moderate electric sparks.
Danzo has a cheerful face as he celebrates with what he has, while Lydia try’s to carefully test her equipment. Finally the group look at each other and press play on their devices.
A man with a husky voice exclaims,
“Greetings, by now you will have discovered the briefcases and want answers. This is a survival game and your objective is to escape the island but here’s the catch, you guys are not the only team on the island, in fact there is another just waiting to kill you on the other side of the island. However, there is a barrier we have set up that divides the two sides and will be lifted in exactly 5 days from now. How will you escape? You have obtained a crystal like gem that have been cut to different sizes. Steal the other teams gems and find the highest point of the island; there you will form the secret word with the gems. Oh and just a minor note if no one succeeds within a month; consider yourself vanished from the world. Good luck to all of you, and may the games begin...”
The group stare at the recorder, too frightened to even talk. They take a gulp and look at each other in disbelief... |