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Welcome; 27 June 2008
“Hello there.”
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“Come now, you can not lie there all day. The traffic signals will change in no less than thirty seconds and you may be so unfortunate to be over run by the tires of an unsuspecting motorist.”
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“There isn’t that better?”
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“Ah yes, my name, how rude of me; my name is Gabriel Armour.”

As he says this he gracefully falls into a low sweeping bow, which would pass for respectful if not for the ever present placid smile that makes you uncomfortable if not a little unnerving.

“Come along, child, there is much to do still.”

He practically smacks you in the face with a manila folder, as you rush to follow him through the crowded street that somehow escaped your notice earlier. Skyscrapers fill your vision as your sight follows the concrete, metal and polymer giants up into the odd blue shapes that are the sky. Apparently you had been laying facedown in a busy intersection; lucky for you it was the type that stops traffic in all directions for pedestrian traffic.

“While it is all well and good to set our sights high I doubt that is what they meant.”

You’ve collided rather clumsily with yourself appointed guide’s back as he stopped rather abruptly. Rather suddenly it occurs to you; why are you following him? He isn’t particularly tall, perhaps five-foot six at a stretch, and is pale enough to rival a glass of milk. His hair is a grey verging heavily on silver, yet his face reveals a much younger age behind the thick black frames of his trendy rectangular glasses perhaps somewhere in his twenties. He’s dressed in a charcoal colored double breasted suit with a dark blue tie of some sleek material, you guess silk, with a matching handkerchief in the left breast pocket of his suit jacket just below a silver pin sporting a stylized lizard/serpent of some sort.

“If you are quite done staring…”

You fight off a flush of embarrassment at being caught staring and proceed meekly through the door he motions to.

“Wait, you will likely need this.”

He holds out the manila folder that you’re convinced he attempted to behead you with. Something at the back of your mind compels you to take it, and so you do.

Contents of The Manila Folder

Tuesday, July 01, 2008

Congratulations Ladies and Gentlemen:

The Game is a longstanding tradition stretching back into antiquity; you have been selected from among your peers to hold the honor of becoming a player in this game. Unfortunately to become a player your life is required as part of the entry fee, our condolences on that matter.

You are now a player in The Game!

Perhaps now that you are an invested member of the game you will now be more interested in the information below. Your death though abrupt and in some cases messy and painful need not be permanent. The solution is to win the game, to do so you must find your sponsor in the playing field and survive the game itself. This may seem like an easy task but as always there is more to it than it may at first appear.

The rules of this game are simple:
Main Objective: You have one month to find the name of your sponsor.
o You may seek the aid of your partner to this goal, though you will have to find them on your own.
o You may not reveal any information regarding The Game to “outsiders” (those not apart of the game).
o You may not attack civilians with your PSYCH.
o There are other pairs playing this game. Those pairs many help or hinder you to their own avail.
o “Missions” may become available to you based on progress of the main objective; these are mandatory and must be completed within the time limit. There will only be one mission given per day. These missions will be forwarded to you only by the Conductor.



Good luck,
The Game Master
The Game Master

P.S. Please see the Conductor if you have any additional questions.

P.P.S. We have taken the liberty of extracting a nominal “entry fee” from you to provide you additional encouragement.