"Try to remember this... everything that happens to you past this point... you brought upon yourself." "This world devours the weak, and rewards the strong." "This choice will forever trap you here, & tie you to the powers you have earned." "And eventually... this world... it will devour you once you can no longer advance." "Now in the name of the Game Master REM I Ren bestow the rank of Collector upon your heart, and soul." "May you find the memories you wish to seek, and regain." ................................ (The Negative District) Neon lights sparked to life as every arcade game in the warehouse turned on after their long slumber. It had been a whole month since the last Game a time laps that was unheard of up to now by any Collector who had ever served the Game. Yet with that said the warehouse was still a desolate place with not a single soul to be found in any nook, or cranny. The three TV's the signature item in the Negative District started to produce a static sound before one line finally appeared on all three screens. Initiate Collectors Reawakening Program A loud static like screeching sound started to fill the building as multiple static like portals started to open up slowly relinquishing the Collectors of the Game who were all at the moment still asleep as their bodies started to reform into reality. One particular portal was releasing a woman with short gray hair with... cat ears? Her body was nearly done reentering reality before a sudden jolt of energy brought her to a conscious state. At first she took in a deep breath as her body was reanimated. Once the portal was done it let her go letting her fall to her knee's on the ground as she readjusted to being awake. This was the Collector Rika Swerch a well known Collector in the Game who had been in the Game for about twenty-eight years now. "Ohhh I really hate that," she mumbled as her cat tail swished about as if to verify it still worked. Once her heart rate calmed down to a normal tempo she stood up with a big stretch as she smiled. The Game was soon to begin, and soon she could begin hunting the mice that were the Fragmented. A twisted smile started to curl into existence on her rosy cheeks. The thought of the Game got her blood pumping again as she imagined what great times she would soon have, and if she was lucky... there would be a few great catches to challenge her, and quench her thirst for a particular crimson liquid to rain down all around her. She let go of those thoughts, however, as she heard a few other Collectors start to finish their reanimation into reality. She never really paid much attention to the other Collectors they were the competition for the "mice", and they greatly annoyed her more then anything else inside the Game. At least she could kill the static if they interfered with her prey, but if another Collector got to a Fragment, or to a group of Fragmented first she could not interfere unless given permission by the leading Collector. She couldn't kill a Collector either as it was on of the few rules of the Collectors placed on them by Game Master REM. "Stupid rules," She grumbled as she knew the penalty to killing a Collector was immediate erase from existence, and while she had never seen someone break the rule she had no doubt REM could actually do it without a thought. It wasn't to bad though a few rules kept the Game interesting she had to admit she just didn't like it during the moment they would play into effect. Her attention was then grabbed again to her left as the three TV's made a soft beeping noise as the words slowly disappeared, and were replaced by one single word. Complete The woman placed a hand on her hips as she looked around. There was possibly about seventeen Collectors at the moment which meant last game they lost somewhere around seven though without knowing if their was any newbie's she could only guess. Though that was good for her... less competition to deal with. Of course when a Collector is killed by a Fragment REM would send out a message to all Collectors about even with the info of the Fragment that did it, but Rika ignored those messages. She walked over to the arcade games closes to the TV's leaning against the closes one waiting for the message that they could start hunting the Fragmented. It would be awhile though since they had to give them time to wake up, and then go through the normal "welcome to hell" introduction to the Game. Until then all she could do was wait, and mingle with her fellow Collectors a fact that really didn't interest her at all... she just wanted to start the game... to start hunting her "mice". ................................ (District Zero) District Zero the place where the Fragmented had always begun in the game. A large parking lot construct of two floors designed to house as many as fifty Fragmented at once if the need ever arise yet never in the history of the Game had their been that many though there were many a time where it was close. On this particular Game their was currently only 34 Fragments. On the second floor was one particular Fragment who was just starting to wake up in his "parking space". "Oh man what did I do last night," a soft groan escaped Jack's lips as he slowly started to become conscious. He found himself laying on the pavement which seems to be closed off by a line of paint similar to a parking spot. Once he pushed himself up into a sitting position he started to rub his hurting head as his brown eyes slowly opened noticing one thing immediately in front of him painted at the end of his "parking spot". Jack Grener Fragment Type: Jack In The Box Stickers: Gantz Gauntlet & Lightning Rounds "What the hell... where am I? Wasn't I heading ho...," the teen paused as he tried hat he had done the night before. Yet the moment he thought about it he couldn't remember in fact he couldn't remember anything past walking up just a moment ago. No that couldn't be right could it? Jack started to shake his head as tried to recall what he did yesterday, or anything at all he could yet no matter how hard he closed his eyes, and tried nothing came to him. Reopening his eyes as his brain started to hurt again from trying to recall anything. It was as if someone had taken a drill to his head, and drained out all of his memories. He couldn't remember anything. Looking back down to the strange label on his parking spot he read over it again. Jack Grener... that must have been his name, but what did Fragment Type, and Stickers mean? "Ugh maybe if I move around a bit," he thought as he stood up viewing his surroundings inside the parking lot. Well it was clear it was a parking lot that much he could tell. Yet what caused his new found confusion was that he wasn't alone every single parking spot around him had a unconscious person laying in it with the same labeling on his. Though mind you it did say different things then his, but followed the same format. Walking around would soon bring him to the stairwell door that lead to the lower floor yet when he reached for the handle he immediately jumped back as if like magic words appeared right in front of it as if to scare him off. "THE GAME HAS NOT BEGUN YET." "PLEASE WAIT FOR YOUR FELLOW FRAGMENTED TO WAKE UP." "The game," Jack questioned as he puzzled over the door's meaning yet it seem until everyone woke up he could proceed no further. Yet very curious to how true those words held he reached for the handle again, and tried to twist it open. Upon realization that he could not even budge it even a little bit he sighed with a shrug of his shoulders. No use fighting what he couldn't move besides from what he could gather once everyone was up the door would open hopefully. Though not wanting to chance being locked back in the moment it opened he stood by the door leaning against the wall right next to it as the words stayed in their position to warn any other Fragmented who would try the same thing. "Well what the heck have I gotten myself into?" ................................ Minutes Before Game Start Time 00:54 "Well then as you have wished I have prepared everything you have requested." "..." "This game will go off without a hitch."