“So what do you all say? I think it’ll be fun,” The Almighty Voyeur grins at his offer. Lurker of the Deep slammed his hand against the table, “You better not back out you bastard, how dare you say such cruel things about my darlings?” Voyeur laughed, “Sorry about that fish boy. You can prove me wrong during Phase II. Does anyone else have any complaints?” Voyeur asked. Aerial piped up, “You guys are sure this is going to be fun right? I’ve been bored out of my mind lately. All those bird brains do is hunt. It’s so dull.”

The One Who Weeps spoke up meekly, “For as heart-breaking the ending was, I can guarantee that during the game, it’s quite enjoyable.” A few of the others nodded in agreement. Forge Born grew increasingly impatient, “Look, can we get a hurry on?” Grand Spirit seconded that, “Every minute is another person dead, I need this game to start as soon as possible.”

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Voyeur’s smile returned, “Calm down Tinkerbell, I’ll start it now. Since I’m hosting I get first pick, alright?” Irked Veil sighed, “Fine, gives me time to strategize.” Red Dragon nodded in agreement, “Since my kin will have the strength necessary, all I need to focus on is the strategy. Should be simple since I’m not like you who didn’t earn your positions.”

Voyeur ignored the pissy lizard and scanned across the map, his tongue hanging out while he concentrated, “Let’s see.” His smile grew wide in a devilish grin, “Now this is a good place to start.” Voyeur’s finger stopped on Detroit.

He whispered to himself, "Let's see what he can do."

Voyeur smiles, and begins. His world would enter hell, and he couldn't wait for the outcome.