[HOLY SHIT! It's a freaking bloodbath!]
[Wtf, this is supposed to be a circus performance? There isn't even a script or a shred of logic to it! They're obviously just killing people!]
[Holy crap, this is the first time I've ever seen a scenario like this.]
Clearly, he had never intended to give anyone a chance to think or figure out a way to break this game. This was a massacre—moreover, a completely one-sided massacre, because none of the people here could possibly match Ringmaster Jack in strength.
In the stands, the remaining independent players looked ashen-faced, like walking corpses. Even Lily pressed her lips tightly together, a few traces of anger flashing in her cold eyes, but the iron chains around her seat still clamped tightly around her wrists, preventing her from moving even an inch.
The thick stench of fresh blood assaulted everyone's nostrils, causing the numbers displayed on their chests to drop and fluctuate wildly once again.
