"Now before I let you little mice run wild, I believe introductions are in order!" As he says this the tiny spotlight lighting up the small, square table that the guests were sat around then moves shining slightly to the west directly onto the man called 'Mr. Ruth' by the voice earlier.
Mr. Ruth was a large man, who seems to be around 6'4" with an even muscle to fat ratio that only enhanced his intimidating frame. He had light chestnut hair that seemed well trimmed that met with a shaggy, dark beard defining his wide jawline. His skin, while quite fair, showed a texture that suggested years spent under the sun. His eyes showed a long life full of unfinished battles as he glared into the distance. Intimidation seems to come naturally to him.
"42-year-old, Veteran Jack Corringon Ruth! Spent over 29 years with the United States marines just to later resent that time convincing himself that it was all a scam! What a legend! Currently spends his time in seclusion due to the fact that he's too much of a coward to admit that he sucks at talking, and uses God as an out for everything." The voice taunted Jack with feigning amusment.
"NEXT!" The voice yelled.
The spotlight then pointed itself at the 3 o'clock position shining itself at the woman sat on the left-hand side of Jack. This woman had long, black hair cascading down her shoulders and a terrified expression on her face. Her large brown eyes were complimented by freckles on her beige skin. Slight bags under her eyes and plump figure showed the type of stress she might encounter on a daily bases.
"31-year-old, mother of two, and registered nurse Amy Elyse Gonzales! Spends most of her time struggling balancing work and home. She seems to be the model mother on the outside, but between us, she sucks at it. She lets her feelings dictate everything she does despite spending so much time and money on education." Amy's face seemed to reflect guilt while the voice berated her loudly over the speaker. It was as if she believed everything it was saying as fact while the others questioned the voice's credibility.
The spotlight then turned to a younger man. His dark olive skin showed clear signs of some southern Asian origins. His dark hair was shaved on just the sides while the top of his hair remained a maintainable length. If looking close enough one could see a small tattoo on his neck of some sort of script in fancy black ink. He wore think brimmed black glasses.
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"27-year-old, IT guy, and 'fuckboy' Cameron Young Wilson! This is the type of guy that would invite you out for drinks and then forget you at the bar. Was quite the whiz kid when he was a lad, but then grew up to have a mediocre profession and disappoint his parents! My kind of guy!" The voice was saying words that suggested a negative character but was saying it in such a tone to suggest favorability. Cameron seemed put off by this, and behind his kind eyes, one could possibly see frustration.
The spotlight then turned on the young blond woman and last guest in the room. Her pale skin contrasted aggressively with her sloppy, dark eyeliner that seems to have been applied days ago. She had a clear complexion framed by a messy bob that left strands around her eyes. She was fairly scrawny and her eyes expression made it seem like she was indifferent to the situation.
"Last and possibly least we have 23-year-old Vannesa Maddilyn June! This little lady is a huge downer and is guaranteed to ruin anyone's mood! She grew up wanting to be an artist just to serve ungrateful patrons at grungy restaurant barely making minimum wage. On her time off she likes to wallow in self-pity for the poor life choices she made all on her own." The voice cheered in the snarkiest and most venomous way. Its tone didn't seem any more unwelcoming than it did in the other introductions, but the words seemed to be very carefully chosen.
"I won't keep you any longer, so without further ado; you may call me Topaz. Let the games begin!"
The sound of digitized applause rang from the speaker sounding not too unlike the ones heard on sitcoms of the '90s. An alarm went off for a split second as the room lit up an angry red then returned to its usual darkness. Metal screams erupted as the locks unhinged themselves on the chairs.
"Oh, and don't forget the rules! It may just keep you from an untimely demise, and that'd make for a pretty poor performance."