{[WELCOME, PLAYERS, TO THE CULLING: 100. THERE ARE EXACTLY 100 OF YOU. TO WIN, YOU MUST STAND ON THE DEAD BODIES OF THE 99 OTHERS.]}→ Nawal: → Nawal: Ugh… my head...(He wakes up in a massive, dimly lit room packed with 99 strangers, all dressed in strange uniforms.)
A giant screen flickers on. A mechanical voice echoes through the chamber.
{[WELCOME, PLAYERS. YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN FOR "THE CULLING: 100." THE OUTFITS YOU'RE WEARING DISPLAY YOUR CURRENT RANK.]
TO INCREASE YOUR RANK, YOU MUST SURVIVE.
EACH PLAYER EARNS MONEY PER MINUTE BASED ON THEIR CURRENT RANK — THE LOWER THE RANK, THE LOWER YOUR PAYOUT.
TO ACQUIRE ANOTHER PLAYER'S MONEY, YOU MUST KILL THEM.
YOU MAY USE YOUR EARNED MONEY TO PURCHASE ITEMS OR ADVANTAGES.
THE LAST SURVIVOR WILL RECEIVE A 10 BILLION CASH PRIZE. GOOD LUCK.]}
→ Player 43: What the hell…?→ Player 28: Why are we here?! I don't wanna die!
→ Nawal(quietly observing):Ahh… I get it now.They want entertainment.Looks down at his rank patch.Huh… Rank 2?Pulls up a small screen on his screen.2 million per minute?! This is crazy... I need to find my friends — now.
{[ATTENTION: THE GLOBAL BETTING ROUND HAS BEGUN. ALL PLAYERS, PLEASE TAKE YOUR RANKED CARDS AND REMAIN STILL.]}
The entire crowd turns to face the massive screen overhead… in complete silence.