The fox chuckled. "Please, Mr. Stevens, calm down.". He cracked his knuckles. "Yes, you are being watched. And yes, there are rules because you my friend, are in a game."

The cat shrugged. "You dont have to find them all. I mean... You could, but the rest of them could be scattered all over the place. Look, all that matters is you win.". She sat up, her ears were flattened. "Heck...It doesn't even really matter to us...". She looks at Scraps. "But, to you...losing isn't an option."

"Aww, dang it...". The German shepherd scratched the back of his head. Then suddenly a perplexed look crossed his face. He looked behind him and growled. "Low blow man...". The strange thing was, the sudden anger didn't seem to be directed at Flynn. He turned back and gave Flynn a goofy look. "Umm...dude...". Pointing at the card the cat had in his hand. Which turned out to be the queen.

"You see him?". Coyote asked. Her eyes were guided to a small table next to one of the popular games. It was a simple wooden table with a cat and a German shepherd at it. The weird thing was, the shepherd seemed to be looking straight at her, with a growl on his face. "Don't be shy.". The coyote teased. "Wave."

The German shepherd shrugged and took back his twenty. "Sorry man, can't win em all. Am I right?". He laughed loudly, covering his eyes with his paw.. "But dude... That was some slick moves. I couldn't have done better myself. Well, actually, that's not really true but still. Some mad skillz for the mortal."

"Yes Ian, you are in The Game.". The fox reclined back in his chair. "Course, it's probably not like any of the games you mortals play.". The fox produced a chess piece in his hand. A pawn. "But everyone knows any games needs pieces. This particular one has seven.. The wolf crushed the piece in has hand and opened it, revealing a clump of sand that drizzled to the floor."

"Every game needs pieces right? And he found the best one for us...". She looked at the dog with those purple eyes. "You."

"That dog sees you you know.". Coyote says with a grin. "It's not just your dream anymore.". Scratch's focus is switched to the cat behind the table. "You see the cat? That's one of them. Players I mean. He's in the same predicament as you.". Coyote chuckled. "He's gonna try to win too."

The snake stared Harrison down for a minute, not making a noise. Then from somewhere in the snake came the hint of a chuckle, which turned into a storm of laughter. "You know ssssomething? I like thisss one. He's bold.". The serpent quieted down. And settled back in a coiled position. "Okay, sssso. You want some answersss.". The snake brought his tail to his chin. "Well...". Thinking. "There are a few minor rules, but the main one is...win. And trust me boy, for your sake you better win."

There was a twinkle in the shepherd's eye. "I think the statement speaks for itself.". The shepherd grinned and took the deck of cards off the deck and flipped through the cards. "Hmm... Hey, guy, not to be a downer but your not gonna have much luck winning with this deck". He showed it to Flynn, revealing every card as the queen of heart.

The fox laughed and returned to typing on the computer. "Please, you think I'd pick you? No, you are not my piece. Your sponsor is... He looked across the room at the golden scale. "Elsewhere at the moment. I wanted a chance to speak to you.". He grinned. "As for the other six, you'll just have to find that out."

"Usually there's only one winner.". The coyote paused for long enough to create suspense. "But...In this case, there can be multiple winners. It's a strange rule.". Coyote grinned. "Course I don't blame the GM for givin you guys alittle handicap. Especially on this particular map."

"Ah, sssso you've seen it. Well...". The snake flicked his tail. "That would be the mark of the map you are playing on.". It chuckled. "You'd be surprised where you players are.". Quetz looked into the distance. "the minor rules change from game to game. Normally there'ssss only one winner but because of this map...whoever can win, wins. The snake laughed again as if he was remembering a past joke. "Whoever wins...heh.

The fox looked at ian with a perplexed look. "Two unanswered question?". He shook his head. "Nevertheless, I brought you here to talk to you about your friend. The fox you met earlier. I believe you said his name was... Samaki." He cracked his knuckles again. "As I said before, he's not suppose to be here."

The cat raised her hands in surrender. "Hey look, don't blame me, blame my boss." She crossed her arms. "Still mad at him for picking you..."The conveyer belt started moving again to the relief of the feline.

The coyote shrugged. "Who knows..." He took an unopened soda of a passerby and opened it up. "Oh wait, I do!" He laughed again, slapping his knee. He opened the can and drank deeply. "Look, if you find, you find it. Its not that hard..." He chuckled into his drink. "And yeah... I guess the smart thing to do would be to team up. It's how the other guys did it... Didn't really help but hey. However you wanna swing."

The snake swung his head so he was looking at one of the moss covered pyramids. "We as powerful deitiesss are not physically able to help you etc etc. Nothing to concern yourself with." The snake grins. "And yes, multiple winsss are acceptable. I'm sssure that pleases you. Maybe help out your raccoon friend hmm?

The shepherd chuckled. "Not sure its a nightmare dude but." He pointed to the scenery around him. "Its a nice setup right? Just wanted to meet the cat that would get me the win." He pulled out a phone from his pocket as it rang. "Shoot, time already." He grinned. "Eh, I came here for what I wanted. He pointed the phone at Flynn. "Nice meetin you man." A click, flash, and a bright light later Flynn's vision was a white screen and the sounds of the carnival disappeared.

The fox looked annoyed. "He's more of a virus than a glitch. A piece we can't track, contact, or influence." He growled. "Do not mistake him for his average nature. He is dangerous and could jeopardize the game. He is a wildcard. Personally I'd prefer it if you eliminated him the next time you met..." He sighed. "Look, just.. whatever you do. DON'T go looking for him, it will only lead to more problems." He narrowed his eyes. "Trust me." At that moment his computer beeped. "Our time here is up. Good luck out there." He nodded. And everything went dark.

"Ah, what the hey." He shrugged "Guess I can help you out a bit. So here's what you sho-" A class bell can be heard ringing. "Aww shoot... next class I gotta teach, sorry." He clapped his hands together. "Guess this means I should get going. And umm... You probably should too." He looked at the inside of his soda through the provided hole and shrugged again. "See ya." Scratch heard another loud *pop!* from a nearby carnival game and everything went black.

The snake laughed again. "Who do you think your talking too? Of coursssse I know. As for the triangle I -" A gong sounded from somewhere deep in the forest as a breeze swept through the trees. "My time isss up. I guessss this is goodbye, for now. Ssstay strong out there." The snake chuckled. Harrison didn't notice this but as they conversed the sun was slowly trekking across the sky. And it so happened, at that exact moment it was positioned so it was hidden behind the snake's head. As soon as the large reptile moved, the shepherd found himself staring directly at the glowing ball, blinding him with a bright white light that covered all of his surrounding until he couldn't see anything.

He woke up, bolting out of his bed, panting and looking around.

When Flynn up he found himself back in the tent, it appears as if Ian has just woken up too. But he felt like he was lying on something.

The sky was still blank outside and their only source of real light was the fire that s about to die out in a second or two. There was however a mysterious blue glow coming from deeper inside of the cave,

"So... What do this do with him? Those other guys just...dumped em here and left...".
"It's not in our hands now. The Marshall should be coming in a few days. He'll decide what to do."
"So what? We just leave him here? Who's gonna watch him?"
"Well, where do you think he's going? It's not like he can escape... Come on, let's get to sleep, our shift is on again in two hours and I need the rest.". Scraps heard a door close with a slam. Hard wood flooring was under him. Where was he?

It was a small leather pouch. A small piece of paper was stapled to it. It read. "You won this square and fair. Hope this helps." Sticking out of the pouch was a twenty dollar bill, bu there seemed to be more inside the small container.

His vision was slightly blurry and the back of his head was throbbing in pain. He seemed to be in some kind of cell. A badly maintained bed was stuffed in the corner along with a nightstand and lamp. The cell was of poor construction. The metal was rusted and the hinges to the door were in such a bad shape you could probably break the door down. The door was secured with a simple padlock so abused that it didn't look like any key could fit into it. The cell was about 10ft by 10ft situated in the south west corner of a large room with wooden walls and ceilings (ad floors). Old fashion florescent lights hung from the roof of the room. There was a door on the opposite east end. A table and a few chairs were placed in the north east end (probably for guards to play poker and eat while they monitored the inmates. He seemed the only occupant at the time (although there was another cell right next to his it seemed to be unoccupied at the moment. Lastly, there was what seemed to be a treasure chest placed right next to the door. It had no lock on it.
Scraps = Loss of all items