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[The blight would not stop.

The world's leading experts have been trying to find a cure, to no avail. Th blight keeps changing, keeps foiling all attempts at being fully understood. It's almost sentient, or at least more sentient than any disease that's been encountered before. People fear the disease jumping from what's left of the grapes into other plants, into animals, or even humans.

You can only watch as entire economies and ecosystems collapse. You can only bury your head in your hands as your own business comes to its end. The destruction of the clusters of grapes has not simply destroyed the wine industry, either-other businesses are being destroyed by the plague. Food, transport, retail, nothing is untouched.

You look on your own vineyard, its yield almost entirely blackened and dead.

This can't keep going on.

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A week has passed since everyone's arrival. No one has died, yet. But surely no one is holding their breath to see if they would survive this unscathed. They are veterans of the game, and they must know that whoever it is that is in charge demands their pound of flesh. The question is when it will happen.

It is the second week, after all-and when the second week of the game comes, death is not far behind. Not even when you wake up, feeling something different in your mind as you remember the truths you originally woke up with, deep in your mind. You feel...lighter, somehow, when you realize there is a change.

Even so, there are 15 strangers left in this place.]

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[His blank eyes don't precisely see that foot coming, yet Hiyori tucks in his knee to bring his shin up, that might perhaps even impact back against McBurn's leg. The motion is too quick; he's "cheating" for the first time today, and his clicking tongue indicates he doesn't like doing it. When his feet are both steady on the ground again, he gives a more deliberate roundhouse type of kick with his other leg.]

[ Given where McBurn had been at in the midst of the fight, he hadn't quite anticipated such a quick backlash when he was already in motion. Though, he had been aware that the brunet was certainly much quicker than most.

He realized he was in a bad position to avoid the attack too late, because he's hit with the roundhouse kick, and he didn't have anything to block it. He'll grunt at the impact to his side, but soldier through it, his stance allowing him not to become completely unbalanced, even if it did stop him from attacking immediately or dodging.

That was, realistically speaking, going to leave a bruise.

He'll move around the brunet before he'll attempt to land a fist down below, towards the lower part of his stomach. ]