ARE YOU READY? You manage to stand up in the pitch black room. A few rays of firelight pour down upon the blood-soaked loam floor, yet not enough to allow visibility. As you take a step, you notice that the floor seems to squish, and thick liquid creeps down your ankle into your footwear. A mixture of foul body odour, rotten flesh, feces, and semen puts you in a nauseous state as you grasp your nose and gag. Your conscious kicks in, and you begin to question how you arrived here. You vaguely recall being attacked out in the wastelands by large barbaric figures, then a man calling out numbers as if you were blindfolded in an auction, and finally, walking for what seemed to be days in a dark, arid environment. Just as you have your first self-aware thoughts, and as your vision adjusts to the darkness, you notice that a group of people lay sitting, beaten and battered, just as you are, next to you. You've been stripped of all equipment you had while travelling the wastes, pardon your clothing. The room appears to be four metres squared, with a ceiling one metre high. The grate in which the light is beaming from seems to lead to another room. A dual-voice calls out from the grate: "Prepare for your meal, human waste! It may be your last..." And with that, we start.