"Ugh, what's going on? Is it that thing again? No, it's something different!" Saigo quickly jumped out of his bed causing shockwaves, which woke his wife from a deep slumber. "What's wrong honey?" she asked with a look of worry on her face. "It's nothing! Go back to sleep!" he said with a tone of aggravation in his voice. "O... Okay." rolling over she pulls the blanket to her mouth to muffle out the derogatory words that she was about to say.
Saigo's thoughts nowadays are overwhelming him. Where did that black ball come from? Moreover, why the fuck did he send us out on a suicide mission? Wouldn't a better idea be to try to keep as many players as possible?
As Saigo continues to worry about the game, a thought comes to mind. When will the next game start? Also, will I have to be killed again in order to get there? Saigo stands up and walks to the nearest window to the bed. “I’ve got to figure all of this out. Or I may not make it out of the next game alive.”
“Well, I guess while I’m up I should help myself to a nice glass of warm milk. Besides, it’ll help me fall asleep faster. I’ll just have to be quiet so I don’t wake up the wife and kids.”
As Saigo starts to walk down the stairs to the Kitchen, something weird happens. He gets an urge out of nowhere to take a nice dump before having his glass of warm milk. So, being the type of person to follow his feelings Saigo goes back up stairs to a washroom.
“Ahhh, this is so relaxing. I wish this moment could last all night. I know it can’t though; after all, I just finished up. Wait… where’s the toilet paper? Ugh, what’s happening? Why can’t I move? Oh, I think I get it now… the game is starting.”
“Yes, the teleportation is starting! So, I was right."
“Ah, hey guys! Don’t be surprised to see what you guys are about to see. The teleportation began at a weird moment for me.”