It was a quiet night in the town. The streets were mostly empty throughout the maze-like pattern of the town. In the town outskirts, many people were in bed, or heading towards it. It was approximately 1 o'clock in the morning. However, in the town center, it wasn't as quiet. It was just the opposite, in fact.

One of the more wealthy members of the small town, Wally Charilus, was holding a party that night. He lived in an expensive looking mansion, four stories high, neatly trimmed front lawn, and a massive interior entrance hall. This, of course, was where all the party members gathered, the other wealthy citizens of the inner neighborhood invited. The pavement of the streets in-front of the mansion, were rather clogged up, due to all the visitors, and their shiny, air polluting sports cars.

Charilus was discussing some business affairs with another wealthy entrepreneur and his wife, enjoying one of the cocktail drinks being passed around by the maids of the mansion. Around them, many of the other party attenders were partaking in a similar action, or a few others could be seen dancing with their partners. The music was a fairly calm jazz, unlike what much of the popular radio has become.

Everyone was in either a formal business suit or dress, never taking too much of a care of anything. Their movements were all professional like. A teenager could almost vomit at the site. But to Charilus, it was a perfect environment. Well, nearly perfect. More money would never hurt anyone. The taxes were painful, however...

The party went on for a few more hours. Half of the guests by this point have left, wishing to to get home and sleep, and attempt to avoid to dreadful of a hangover the next morning. The couple that Charilus was discussing with have already left as well, accepting a deal involving reduced prices in shipping prices to the town.

A young looking man, probably in his early 20's, stepped onto the makeshift stage, where musicians previously were playing live music. He wore a dark green, but shiny, possibly an emerald colored business suit, the necktie a pale blue. His hair was a light brown, spiked up and pointed back. Over his left eye, was what seemed to be a scar, however, the brightness of the red hinted it was likely just drawn on his face with a marker. His right eye was a darker shade of green than his left. The male wore an almost ridiculous grin on his face.

He tapped the mice on stage roughly, causing a screeching sound to fill the room. A few of the guests, sleeping on a few seats by the wall, shot up, having been woken up from the sharp sound in their ears. By this point, just about everyone had their attention to the man on the stage. The green-clad male, in turn, swaggered a finger at the crowd, before speaking into the mic.

"Oh, guys, I have an idea." He paused, thinking for a moment, then spoke again. "But first, my name is James Garames. I am the supreme and intellectual leader of the Games Group. Upon finding an invite to this party in the garbage can in my neighbor's lawn, I thought I would prove to be a splendid opportunity to visit all of you reach people. And I asn't disappointed."

James paused again, seeming to be speaking through an earpiece to some unknown operation. Wally Charilus, having recovered from the shock of the sound and Deus Ex Machina displayed, quickly dogtrotted to the front of the stage, in an a panicked fashion, swung both his arms up and down, exclaiming to the other male.

"What is the meaning of this? What do you have planned?!" As Charilus stared at James, James looked down, his grin broadening, and then spoke into the mic again.

"You'll see." After having said this, a gas chloroform erupted from the stage, filling the room. Almost immediately, people began to pass out. By morning, everyone had woken up, to find all of their expensive jewelry, phones, and even clothing taken from them. Them men in their boxers and boxer shorts, and women in their panty and bra sets. An entire wall panel of the mansion was gone, exposing the room to the raw light and air of the outside world sunrise.

Wally had walked around in circles, in shocked at the event. He approached the gaping hole in the mansion, falling to his knees, staring out at the rising sun.

"Jesus..."