The pledger's room was quiet as they watched in horror. On any other day, most of them could not mind watching an old man get laid by a fellow man, but what they witnessed was beyond anything more than entertaining. Most of them thought the old man had a perfect plan, but the introduction of drugs messed up an execution that seemed to be the only plan that he would have walked out of the house without humiliation. But they could never tell why he added drugs. Others assumed it so he wouldn't be aware of the act he was going to engage in, but that only gave the organizers a perfect setup.Now he sat on the young man's bed, boxers only, with the young man's lifeless body lying on the floor.The police officers were trying to disperse the crowd that was trying to get inside the house with the intention of getting a glimpse of the old man. There was a TV crew outside trying to get on top of the story. The news of a gay man dying of intoxication after a wild night with an old married man

Two more hours passed with nothing happening to either Washington or the woman he claimed to have had sex with. The pledgers were tired of waiting in anticipation. They wanted answers, even though the organizers seemed uninterested in giving those answers.They were told to hold on and give their attention to other players who were still playing the fifth game. Most of the players were succeeding more than they were predicted. Having sex with neighbors was more common than they had expected. Some players only needed to calm themselves and continue the numerous affairs they had with their neighbors. Some solved their long-term conflicting affairs by getting rid of their partner in crime. Others had to get rid of friends with benefits. It came down to deciding what was more important: their lives and the lives of their loved ones, or an occasional hook-up.Ten more players made it: Arkansas, California, Kentucky, Nebraska, New York, Nevada, Louisiana, Michigan, New Jersey, and Maine,

The silence stretched. All the players that wanted to bargain out began reconsidering their options. Getting a woman out of her house did not seem like something difficult unless there was a hidden agenda. Acer went on to clarify, "the woman must step foot outside her house. Her opening the door alone does not qualify. Peeking out of a window does not qualify. I hope we will not have players trying to outsmart the game," she warned and wished them luck."Wait a minute, can we forcefully break into the house and get her out?" Michigan asked.Acer paused and quickly contacted her bosses. They hesitated a bit but decided to make it a fair clean game. "No, you can not break into the house or use any form of violence," Acer warned all of them and switched off her phone.Some players were already running to their rooms to pack a bag in hopes of getting to Texas first. Pennsylvania, who was one of the furthest away, was already in his car, grabbing his packages, and heading to the airpor

Pennsylvania waited behind the drum for the woman to open the door and walk out of her house, but nothing happened. He blew his cheeks out with a heavy breath, hoping to keep himself calm. He peered, checking to see if he had missed her or the sound, but the door remained shut. He couldn't believe the useless woman's stupidity.She scammed him of his two dollars without shame. He had no idea who she was or what she looked like but she just hit his last thread of calmness.He stood up, walked to the door, and began pounding on it in frustration, yelling for her to walk out of the house as she had promised or else he was going to break the door. He was out of his senses and could not focus or think.Taxes laughed, surprised that the idiot was still alive. She took up her AK-47 and pointed at the door though she was sure his task did not involve getting into the house.Acer watched with her hands over her head as the bi***tch played the game fair and square. Credit was due to her for str

The silence stretched, with none of the players asking any questions. This forced her to repeat herself. GAME 7"Go back to the address you were given yesterday and this time kill the woman who lives there," she said. "The key you got yesterday gives you direct access to her front door." She continued, "Make as many attempts as you want, but make sure you kill the woman."The Pledgers in the arena room exchanged glances, unimpressed with the previous game. There was nothing exciting about twelve players, the majority of whom being men, going after one woman. First and foremost, it did not make sense, and secondly, it was predictable. A once-exciting, adrenaline-pumping game was devolved into a mocking assassination.Most of them only stayed in the hope that their players would succeed and cash out the money. The thrill of watching and anticipating how the game would unfold had worn off. The screens switched and reminded them of the last twelve players;Alabam