I was shipwrecked on an island in the south pacific once. After waking up on a sandy beach, I spotted an ominous mansion atop a stark cliff. When I made my way to the manor, I finally succumbed to exhaustion and fainted. I awoke in a luxurious bedroom, in silk sheets and fine pyjamas. Beside my bed was a distinguished looking man with a sharp goatee and a dangerous glint in his eye. "I hope you are well," he said to me in an accent tinged with the moorish lands. "Because tomorrow we are going to play.... the most dangerous game." The following day, he hunted me and shit.
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