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A heated debate was raging among the players. They used their terminals and delved into databases, trying to decipher the clues, but they couldn't reach a consensus. One of them, observing this chaos, calculated the chances of his team's survival... Coming to a discouraging conclusion, he sighed and quietly slipped back into his chamber, ostensibly to search for more information. There, after a moment of thought, he made up his mind and entered a secret command...
"ALL PARTICIPANTS ARE REQUESTED TO PROCEED TO THE 'HALL OF JUSTICE' AND TAKE THEIR SEATS! DISOBEDIENCE WILL BE PUNISHED WITH EXTREMELY CRUEL AND PAINFUL DEATH!"
Not understanding what was happening, the participants gathered in the central hall and sat in their chairs. Their hands were immediately bound by automatic locks, which did not please most of the male players.
- What the hell?! We still have time! - the men shouted.
- This is unfair! You must follow your own rules! - the women added.
"PLEASE MAINTAIN SILENCE! AN OPERATION IS IN PROGRESS, IN ACCORDANCE WITH THE RULES OF THE GAME!"
Gradually, everyone fell silent. And some began to understand what was happening, and they looked around with apprehension, looking at their unfortunate fellow players. "Just not me, just not me..." they prayed to themselves.
But the prayers of Grady Buckley were not heard. The Irishman was pierced by electric shocks, and the air was filled with the smell of burning flesh... Everyone watched in shock as he died.
"The day is over. All players are requested to return to their chambers."
"ALL PARTICIPANTS ARE REQUESTED TO PROCEED TO THE 'HALL OF JUSTICE' AND TAKE THEIR SEATS! DISOBEDIENCE WILL BE PUNISHED WITH EXTREMELY CRUEL AND PAINFUL DEATH!"
Not understanding what was happening, the participants gathered in the central hall and sat in their chairs. Their hands were immediately bound by automatic locks, which did not please most of the male players.
- What the hell?! We still have time! - the men shouted.
- This is unfair! You must follow your own rules! - the women added.
"PLEASE MAINTAIN SILENCE! AN OPERATION IS IN PROGRESS, IN ACCORDANCE WITH THE RULES OF THE GAME!"
Gradually, everyone fell silent. And some began to understand what was happening, and they looked around with apprehension, looking at their unfortunate fellow players. "Just not me, just not me..." they prayed to themselves.
But the prayers of Grady Buckley were not heard. The Irishman was pierced by electric shocks, and the air was filled with the smell of burning flesh... Everyone watched in shock as he died.
"The day is over. All players are requested to return to their chambers."
