The day had started out pleasantly, clear blue skies with a calm breeze silently flowing through Achievement City. It's been a week since the second crowning of Ryan. The kingdom had a sense of dread hanging in the atmosphere, a few had a feeling something was off during Ryan's last ruling but nothing had happened to confirm any suspicions.
The previously named Rage King lay in his chambers. He was pondering over what Ryan may have in store for his next set of challenges. It must be something big if it's taking a week to prepare, but what exactly was it he was planning? These thoughts were picking at Micheal making him grow annoyed. He was just about to act out his frustration before a trumpet sounded, signaling everyone to gather in the Kings court.
In a field on the outskirts of Achievements City, Ray was taking a stroll. He had gotten bored sitting in his dirt house and decided some fresh air would be good. He looked around noticing the lack of roses again, making a mental note to plant some more around he began to turn around to head back when the trumpet sounded.
Near the king's court a figure lay resting beneath a tree. His long creeper scarf was spread out around him, the end of it was being played with subconsciously as he was distracted by thoughts. He smiled as he day dreamed about becoming the next King. That smile was soon wiped off his face as the sound of a trumpet filled the air.
In the forest nearby Jack strolled around with an axe in hand. Well his mind was off thinking of thoughts and building plans a small hole went unnoticed, until he fell into it. He wiped the dirt off himself as he stood, coming back to reality. He looked around, it was a small cave, one can easily walk in and out off, he just happened to have entered by falling from the top of the entrance. He was about to take a closer look when he heard the familiar sound of the king's trumpet.
The light of another torch filled the cave. Looking around, Geoff thankfully didn't spot any mobs lingering around the corner. Spotting a fresh deposit of iron, he quickly went to work gathering the ore. Once it was all gone he took a look at his inventory. With a pleased smile he added the gathered ore to the rest and started to make his way back to the surface. Once sunlight hit his face he noticed the distant sound of a trumpet.
"So you're finally done?" Kerry asked as he stood by the throne.
"Yup, I made sure the next King would work for his crown." Ryan smiled, pleased with himself. "You remember all your duties, correct?"
"Of course, your Majesty." Kerry smiled deviously, looking forward to performing said tasks.
"I must say I'm happy you're so eager for this." Ryan smirked as he turned from the view.
"Well, you did a tremendous job setting this all up." Kerry praised as he joined Ryan to share the view of the city.
"Thank you." Ryan turned back to the view. "Think we should gather them now?"
"If everything's ready, why delay?" Kerry stated, glancing sidelong at his King.
Ryan chuckled before he answered. "Good point. Go fetch my armor then sound the trumpet."
Kerry nodded, voicing his acknowledgement of the order, then leaving. He returned shortly with Ryan's diamond armor and promptly disappeared again. Ryan's grin widened as he heard the trumpet's sound fill the air, loud and clear. His excitement grew as he spun around, returning to sit in the throne awaiting the competitors.
After hearing the trumpet, everyone equipped their communication headsets from their inventory, turning them on. Ryan smiled as his confirmed their activation and now, their location on his small screen. Him being King allowed for his headset to have a few added features.
"Everyone assemble! Attend the court." Ryan's voice announced over the headsets.
"Hello King Ryan." Geoff greeted as he entered the court, followed closely by the other members excluding Michael. Each and everyone of them felt the dread that had been hanging over the city beginning to grow worse.
"That, uh, didn't take long." Ryan remarked, a bit taken back.
"Who is that up there?" Gavin questioned looking up at the Tower of Pimps on top of the throne.
"Hmm?" Ryan followed Gavin's gaze and smiled, "Oh yes. This is my assistant, Kerry. Say hi to Kerry."
The group greeted the man as he got down from the Tower, joining Ryan at the throne. The swords both men had did not go unnoticed by anyone, making the atmosphere in the room heavier.
"Where is he? I don't see him." Micheal could be heard in the headset. "I'm in the woods ."
"That's probably why you don't see him." Ray stated simply.
"Are you close by?" Jack asked.
"Yeah, I'm right outside now. The weather out here looks like crap." Michael answered. He entered the room soon after, instantly regretting it, his instincts screaming at him to run away.
"It's been a while since I've been King." Ryan's voice and grin broke Michael out of whatever thoughts he might have hidden within.
Geoff gulped. Something was wrong, he could feel it. "You're the first double king Ryan, how does it feel?"
"It's been good, a lot of work and planning... but it'll be worth it." Ryan trailed off as he turned his back on the group, going over to the nearby window. The weather outside had become grey and the wind stood still, the sun was hidden as though it could sense what was to come.
"Like what?" Ray asked, the nervousness he felt was being masked perfectly by a calm appearance.
"Yeah, what exactly do you have planned for us?" Jack joined in questioning, his nervousness not masked as well.
Ryan chuckled lowly. "You'll find out later, or sooner depending." He looked back, his gaze meeting both their eyes for a moment before turning back to the view.
Both men stood frozen. He may have gazed for just a moment but it felt as though, within that short time, he had looked right into their souls and now knew everything. Their emotions, thoughts, fears and most importantly what would make their sanity shatter and cry out for mercy.
An uncomfortable silence had crept into the room, everyone was clearly unnerved to some extent. The group exchanged glances, daring someone to say something. The one to break the silence was Ryan, his back still facing them.
"You know what...?" He paused before facing the group, "I've felt like you guys were a little low energy so we're gonna start with a little warn-warm up" Ryan explained tripping over his words a bit.
"Warm up?" Gavin asked talking over Ryan, Ryan's smile darkened well starting at Gavin.
"Wanna not mock the King Gavin? You stupid-" Michael swore, taking some of Ryan's attention off Gavin.
"Welcome to the king's private game reserve" Ryan said, taking the focus back to Main topic, "I'd say... well what do you think Kerry" He looked towards his assistant, "Thirty seconds?"
"Oh I don't..." He paused a moment, thinking. "Yeah, actually, thirty seconds sounds good." He nodded giving Ryan a unsettling grin, who returned the same expression.
Ryan returned his attention to the group. "So, counting down from thirty. Uh, Kerry? You wanna count that for me?" He then reached into a chest beside the throne grabbing a few pieces of armor he has yet to put on, like his helmet.
The group remained where they stood, exchanging looks as they wondered what was going on. Kerry rolled up his sleeve looking at his watch making sure the counting was accurate. Ryan looked back at the group. Although smiling, his face showed minor disappointment.
"You know this will be pretty easy if you all just stay here." He stated simply.
"Thirty, twenty-nine, twenty-eight..." Kerry started counting clearly into his headset.
Jack and Geoff quickly took off running, Geoff trying to think of a good hiding place while Jack sprinted, putting his forming plan for the cave he fell in earlier to use.
"Oh, he's gonna murder us, isn't he?" Michael gulped as he and Ray slowly started to back away, watching as the king finished putting his gear on.
"Yeah..." Ryan trailed off in thought with an unpleasant smile gracing his lips.
"Should we be running?" Michael asked, his worry obvious.
"You may be the last one alive." Ryan remarked as though still lost in a pleasant thought, not hearing Michael.
"Can we run? Should we run? Or do we have to stay here?" Michael asked urgently.
"No, you can run." Ryan said as though finally hearing him.
"Oh God!" Michael yelled running as fast as his legs could take him, Ray close behind before splitting up to hide somewhere different.
"Eighteen, seventeen..." Kerry's voice stayed pleasant well Micheal could be heard screaming over the headset, "Sixteen, fifteen, fourteen..."
Ryan walked out onto the balcony, flight potion in hand as he observed the area. He noticed Gavin right outside the court. He stood under a tree staring at the Mad King.
Geoff's spoke info the headset. "So, has Gavin said a word yet?"
"No, he hadn't done a good job running either." Ryan answered as he watched Gavin start to take off into the woods.
"Well, I thought we would be safe when he finished counting down." Gavin explained.
"No, there's no safety..." Ryan stated simply, Gavin made a sound of realization. "...just the last person alive wins."
"Three, two, one." Kerry finished, voice tilting to a more joyously sinister undertone.
Ryan's lips curled up into a twisted grin as he raised the portion to them. After downing it in one gulp he let it drop, shattering on the floor as he jumped off the railing and flew into the sky, scanning the forest for life.
"You can kill each other if you feel like it, too." He stated looking around.
"Whatever you say, you're the King." Geoff could be heard faintly in the headset.
"Of course you would allow that." Ray sighed
"When did you think that rule would not apply in my Kingdom?" Ryan continued to smile, though his voice dropped as he mumbled his thoughts to himself. "Somebody's close by."
"It's true, you are the Mad King." Jack finally joined in.
"Well, I think you're the Rad King." Geoff added reluctantly, obviously trying to get on Ryan's good side.
"Thanks, Geoff, I'll try to kill you last." Ryan's tone showed he was obviously not buying it.
"I think that sucks, uh..." Michael started speaking reluctantly, as he climbed a nearby tree.
"Where are you?" Ryan sang, seeming to ignore Michael.
"...I think you should you be offended Ryan that he doesn't appreciate your body thirsty-" Michael's breath caught in his throat, "Oh my-" He whispered catching sight of Ryan flying close by.
"Where are you, Kerry?" Jack asked.
"I'm just on the throne keeping it warm" Kerry smiled with content.
Ryan's twisted smile returned as a thought came to him. "Hey, Kerry? Why don't you put your headset's map on and come assist me?"
A collection of distressed voices sounded over the headset as the group objected the idea. Their panic growing as their cries were meet with the two hunters' vile laughter. Michael's panic and worry decreased a tad when Ryan flew out of sight seeming to go seek somewhere else.
The air grew quiet around Michael as all headset chatter ceased. He waited in the tree, not daring to move a muscle. Seconds felt long and heavy with anticipation until he felt safe enough to let out the breath he had been holding. He instantly regretted that.
"Found Michael." Ryan's voice, clear as day, was heard right behind him.
Michael yelped as he fell from the tree in surprise. He landed badly on his leg, breaking it which caused a sharper and more distressed cry to break loose. Curses and yelps of pain echoed up into the blue of the sky. Regaining himself, he looked up to see Ryan standing on the tree branch with a look of sick amusement as he observed the other's struggle.
Michael stood up, staggering a bit and containing a wince. He glared at Ryan as he turned and limped as fast as he could away hoping to lose the King. Ryan waited a moment before pursuing him. After all, he was a very fun toy.
"Where are you?" The Mad King sang, mocking his prey.
His breath was heavy as the strength in his legs faded. Any faint hope that had remained flickered out when he could feel Ryan's now overwhelming presence fluttering right on his heels. Not daring to look behind him, he quickly ducked into a nearby cavern, hoping his pursuer didn't see him. He stood still in the darkness, the throbbing pain in his leg growing worse. The overwhelming presence was growing steadily more oppressive, sending chills up his spine. Michael slowly turned to face his King. Knowing that he had already met his doom when Ryan had found him the first time didn't lessen the abject terror he felt gripping him now.
"Found you, Michael." His unnerving smile's length rivaled that of the Joker's.
Michael's eyes widened. There was nowhere else to run, but even if there was it wouldn't have been any help. Ryan watched with enjoyment as this realization showed on his subject's expression. Without warning, Ryan's blade slid through the man's heart. Michael gasped before he began to cough up blood. Gripping the sword in his chest he glared at his King through blurred vision, making out only his curled up lips. Ryan withdrew his weapon slowly from Michael's chest, making sure to savor the moment as he collapsed onto the ground. Satisfaction emanated from him. Michael should have known the game was over before it began.
Ryan took a look around the cave before exiting it. "Also let's not make this a cheap experience. No hiding underground."
Jack looked around his small cave sighing, reluctantly leaving the small cocoon of safety. Just when the cave might have been more useful then something to fall into he got kicked out of it. Looking around the forest for another hiding spot, he noticed a tree nearby a hill side, perfect for hiding in the leaves. Jack smiled, relieved.
"How often do deer go underground?" Ryan barbed, continuing his mindless sadism.
"You calling me a deer motherfu-" He swore into the headset.
"I dunno. We're about to find out." Ryan looked at his map, pondering who to rain death upon next. Michael's tracker appeared again on the map.
"Well somebody is nearby." Kerry mentioned as he halted over the city.
Ray went pale, his hiding place in Gavin's secret Trophy room now in jeopardy. Luckily the doors were positioned in such a way that hiding behind them would easily work without it being to cliché. As the front door to Gavin's house was opened slowly, Ray tried to slow his breathing as the footsteps gradually approached his hiding place, almost as if taunting him.
The sudden bright light blinded Michael's eyes as he awoke in his bed. He grabbed his chest where he was stabbed, the pain had subdued to a painful sting. This was always the annoying part of respawning. The pain took awhile to fully die down, as if the actual death hadn't already been enough. He got of of bed, heading outside not bothering to grab any supplies besides his headset. Having witnessed Ryan in action, he knew it was worthless.
"Found Micheal again." Kerry noted, exiting Gavin's house.
"Oh. Hey, Kerry. What are you doing here?" Michael questioned.
"The map says Ray is around here somewhere, but I can't find him." Kerry's voice hinted at annoyance.
"So, he's only got two of them." Ray's voice came on randomly over the headset.
Michael cursed in his head, he instantly knew he was talking about Gavin's two Tower of Pimp replicas in his basement. They were just making fun of him for it yesterday, too.
"No, only got me so far." Michael grew nervous.
"Hey, Geoff?" Ryan's voice was heard over the headset.
"Yes, my King?" Geoff grew nervous. He hadn't found a hiding spot yet and was just walking through the woods.
"Where are you going?" Geoff heard Ryan right behind him.
"Oh no." Jack could be heard over the headset, his voice full of worry.
Before Geoff could turn around, pain lanced through his back, forcing out a broken cry. Ryan had slashed his back and as soon as Geoff turned around the sword was instantly through his shoulder. Geoff barely managed to keep another cry from escaping his lips. He didn't want to give the King any satisfaction than he already had. He was worth more than just a good show. Geoff gripped the handle of his sword as Ryan removed his. Before Ryan could strike another blow, Geoff knocked it to the side.
"I'll fight you!" Geoff shouted, his eyes aglow with fierce determination. Ryan smirked, clearly amused.
Geoff struck at Ryan, who blocked perfectly, his smile a gleaming beacon of mockery. Geoff, obviously out matched in both equipment and health, knew he was out of options. His shirt was soaked in blood from the playful, taunting jabs and slashes that Ryan had easily slid past his weak attempts at defenses. Ryan saw his chance as Geoff grew weak, knocking him down. Geoff's sword fell out of reach. He tried to sit up but was forced back down by Ryan's boot. He reached out for his sword, trying to seek out another chance at life, but was stopped when Ryan speared his sword through his hand, pinning it to the ground. Geoff let out a bone chilling scream, the wicked smile on Ryan's face growing as he watched in delight. His low chuckle reverberated menacingly through the headsets, a warning to the others.
Geoff thrashed around under Ryan, letting out gasps of pain. No. He was not going out like a pitiful lamb. He found fight this monster. He might not win, but he absolutely refused to cower, no matter how much he desired to. Ryan withdrew his sword with a sickening slowness that shot pain all along his arm. With precision born of practise and pleasure, he slid the heavy blade over the prone man's neck, watching in grim satisfaction as blood dripped out. Geoff had gone still now, looking at Ryan through tear-soaked eyes. For a moment that stretched on into eternity, Geoff felt the full weight of Ryan's observation on him. Like a rare specimen, the King noted every detail with quick, piercing flickers of his dark eyes. Geoff could almost see the time when his fate was sealed and the game came to an end. With one quick stroke, Geoff's head rolled from his body. Ryan took one more moment to admire his work before heading towards Achievement City.
"Well that's two down, I think I'll go after Ray next." Ryan stated, gazing at his map.
"I'm been looking for him, but so far, I can't find him." Kerry grunted, frustration mounting.
"Don't worry, he can't hide from me for long." Ryan replied.
"Ray, I think this would a good time to run." Michael spoke, worry leaking over the headset.
"No man, he won't find me." Ray sounded confident. Ryan didn't like it much. nor did he appreciate it.
"Oh my god, here he comes, oh my-" He continued to repeat as Ryan flew into the city square.
Kerry bowed fully as he landed. Michael bowed slightly, keeping his eyes on the King. Ryan returned the stare, making Micheal uncomfortable. Both men stood up straight as Ryan walked around scanning everything.
"Micheal, where is he?" Kerry asked, staring the smaller man down.
"Why would I tell you? Isn't it more fun to figure it out yourselves?" Michael glared at him. While it seemed like Ryan had completely forgotten the ending of his life, it was still burned into Michael's retinas and the previous terror had quickly turned into seething resentment.
"Are you hiding him, Michael?" Gavin asked quietly.
"No. You're all interrogating me like he's under my floor boards or something." Michael growled.
"Oh, he's under your floor boards?" Kerry perked up, wasting no time he barged right into Michael's house despite the man's protests.
"No, don't you dare look under those floorboards! Kerry, don't you-" Michael yelled running after him. He was too slow in stopping him as he climbed the ladder. "Kerry no! Get out of there!"
Ryan followed the two into the house. Michael blocked the entrance way to the basement. Ryan smiled looking at the man's poor attempt to stop him.
"What's down there?" Ryan asked, looking directly into Michael's eyes for any hint of falsehood.
"Don't worry about it." Michael grew uncomfortable under his gaze, but the bitterness simply wouldn't keep from his voice.
"Well, there are two options here. One, you move or two, I murder you out of the way. Which will it be?" Ryan asked, looking down at his weapon then back to Michael.
Michael sighed. He hated himself for it, but death was death and he'd already been broken. He would rather back down than be forced down. "Damn it." He stepped out of the way letting the King enter the basement. Kerry followed like a puppy and out of some sick sense of masochism, Michael did too.
"This is nice!" Kerry smiled, bouncing on the bed.
"So, yeah. This is your new house, Kerry." Michael stated, watching the man child.
"Queerian Lannister." Ryan mumbled reading the sign above the door to the second room, obviously not paying attention to what was going on around him.
"So do you like it? Lindsay mentioned how you didn't have one." Michael explained.
"This is awesome!" Kerry exclaimed as he admired the room.
"So..." Ryan continued to mumble to himself, looking at his map.
Kerry noticed Ryan leaving and quickly followed after him, Michael right behind them. They stood in the square again, Kerry went to go examine Ray's house as Michael sat in the grass thinking. Jack was smart. He could build himself a hiding place and make it work. Gavin on the other hand, Michael was beginning to worry about. It doesn't help his lack of talking makes it impossible to tell if he was killed or not but that means he can be hidden easier. Michael was snapped out of his thoughts as he heard a scream near by.
After they had excited the house, Ryan silently made his way into Gavin's art explosion of a home. His map showed Ray to be in this area. Kerry must have missed something. He examined the walls, noticing one picture to be more cloth then a solid canvas.
Ray stood patiently behind one of the secret doors. He had heard the door open but failed to hear a single footstep. The cold stone room did nothing but enhance the tension and uneasy atmosphere. He didn't dare move a muscle until he knew that he was safe. That moment never came. Instead, he felt cold, hard diamond inside him. Shaking, he looked down to see his stomach impaled by Ryan's diamond sword. He coughed up blood onto his tuxedo. Without thinking he screamed as pain finally shot through him.
"Hey there, Ray." Ryan softly spoke into Ray's ear as he slowly twisted his sword in the wound.
Michael's shouts of worry could be heard faintly outside. Ray gasped as the sword was removed and he fell to his knees, continuing to cough up the familiar red liquid. Ryan grabbed his hair yanking it back so he had clear view of Ray's tear and blood soaked state. As soon as Michael crashed into the room, Ryan viciously sliced open Ray's neck, releasing his iron grip on the man's hair. Michael ran over to Ray, catching the man as he collapsed, vainly clutching at his neck in a desperate attempt to quell the gushing crimson liquid.
"I'm sorry." Ray heard Michael's whispered words even as the light in his eyes faded away alongside the spark of his life.
"Oh, so that's where he was." Kerry observed, peering into the room.
Ryan's smile failed to fade away as he left the house. While Michael and Ray had been a decent pass time, he was still only halfway through. With intention clear in his voice, he made sure to purr into the headset. "Only Jack and Gavin left."
Michael remained in the house even after Ray's body faded away, vanishing from his arms. He silently prayed that the others would stay safe as he exited the house, movement burdened with the weight of his emotions.
"Oh, hey, my King?" Geoff intoned, catching Ryan's attention. He was met with a noncommittal grunt and decided to continue anyway. "Just so you know, looks like Jack is in the forest over by the Deadliest Catch Game."
Ryan grinned, revelling in his darkness even as Jack's voice rose up in protest. "When did you suddenly switch sides?! And how did you get a map...?"
"Wow. Selling people out now, Geoff? That's low, even for you." Michael glared in the direction he believed Geoff to be.
Ryan observed the playing field, but found no sign of his quarry. That didn't deter him, however. If anything, it made it more interesting. Jack was resourceful, but it would never be enough.
"Ryan took himself off the map!" Even Geoff, the man who had given up his fellows so easily, sounded startled.
Jack pressed himself closer into the tree and leaves hoping to be as hidden as possible. He wished he had simply ignored Ryan and stayed in that cave.
"Hey, Jack, he's right on top of you. He turned blimp off right where you are." Geoff's voice was the only sound he could hear aside from the grass in the breeze and the crunch of it under someone's steps. Jack's breathing started to quicken as he grew anxious. The footsteps stopped nearby and everything was dead silent. Ryan tore a hole through the branches, but Jack had wasted no time in fleeing.
"Unsubscribe, unsubscribe!" With panic driving his mind, he didn't think on what he yelled.
"Finally, a good chase!" Ryan cheered as he pursued him.
"Does this mean Gavin's going to win?" Michael grew relieved that his partner in crime wouldn't have to suffer this round.
"No, Kerry is all over him." Geoff informed, worrying his lip. "So, basically, its a game of whoever dies first".
Jack continued to run nonstop across the outskirts of the City. If it weren't for the adrenaline racing through his system, he would have stopped for a rest by now. He could feel the Mad King's presence behind him the whole time, taunting him as though this were a simple game of cat and mouse. The risks, however, were much. much higher.
"Oh, look at him run, look at him run!" Ryan sounded like a giddy school boy.
"Kerry is dancing right on top of Gavin." Geoff's gaze flickered across the map, fear seeping into the back of his mind.
"I don't see him!" Kerry exclaimed, his tone too relaxed for someone with an inability to find others.
Gavin slowed his breath as he hid in the top of a tree, completely covered by leaves and branches. He could see a small portion of Kerry through the cracks. Gavin watched him, not taking his eyes of for a second. Jack was now passing through the City square, trying to use houses and things to slow Ryan down. All of Jack's effort was vain, as nothing on the ground would hinder a man who could fly.
"Don't you want to see where I am?" Ryan jeered, grinning.
"I don't wanna turn around." Jack's terror was evident in his voice.
"Come on, just one look." Ryan teased.
"No! " Jacked whimpered.
"Gavin where are you?" Kerry began to grow impatient.
Gavin sat unmoving still as Kerry continued to circle his tree and the ones nearby. Geoff began to tease him while Kerry wandered around hoping he'll at least catch a glimpse of Gavin. Jack had run a fair distance by now with Ryan flying behind him enjoying the mental torment he was causing the man.
"Man, you put on a good run." Ryan complimented.
Jack's energy began to wear thin as he stopped by one of the city's various statues, creeping along the side of it. He didn't dare look back, not wanting to see Ryan's face. He knew he couldn't run anymore.
"Oh, by the way, I'm right behind you." Ryan's breath whispered along his neck.
"No you're not." Jack whimpered. "Go away".
"Sorry, no can do." Ryan's shadow was now over top of Jack, painfully assuring him this was, indeed, real.
Jack turned around slowly meeting the King's eyes as he landed on the ground. Jack felt paralyzed by fear when that same invading look wracked through his being once more.
"Would you mind kneeling before your King?" Ryan's tone suggested this was a command more than a question.
Jack gulped as he slowly rested his knee onto the grass, looking up to the King for further instruction. Ryan smiled in satisfaction, watching the tired man silently beg for his life. Ryan raised his sword to the edge of Jack's neck, watching the fear dance in his victim's eyes. With one hard swing, Jack's head rolled across the grass, his body slowly tipping to the side as if still attempting resistance. In the end, it, too, fell. Both body and mind showered the fluttering grass, crimson dew now beading on their small shafts.
"Everyone meet at the throne. Gavin takes first round." Ryan commanded flying back over to meet everyone.
"Hey, Kerry." Gavin called, cheer in his voice.
"Eh?" He looked up, trying to spot the source of the voice.
"Up here!" Gavin yelled, popping his head out of the branches.
"Oh, come on!" Kerry whined in frustration, making Gavin laugh. He climbed down from the tree joining the other man. Together they walked back to the throne room.
Ryan landed back on the balcony, stepping on the previously broken glass, grinding it to dust against the stone. Geoff's head popped up from the throne, looking back towards him. Ryan smiled walking over to stand beside him.
"I'll just be moving now." Geoff quickly stood up and climbed down the stairs to stand with the arriving group.
"Nice try." Ryan watched him as the group all gathered around, Gavin and Kerry arriving shortly afterwards.
Ryan called Gavin to stand at the bottom of the stairs. He did so and gave a quick bow for respect. Ryan walked down the steps, holding something behind his back.
"Congratulations Gavin, you have earned the first gold block." Gavin thanked him while taking a few glances at his hidden arm. Ryan smiled as he noticed it. "You've also won a special advantage."
The hand Ryan had hidden was revealed to have been holding a pair of light fall boots. He handed them to Gavin along with the gold block which he quickly placed on his obsidian block.
"Alright, everyone the next challenge is located behind Geoff's house." Ryan announced.
"Wait, my house?" Geoff questioned, receiving a nod in return.
"I'll explain when we arrive there." Ryan explained, turning to leave.
The group watched him fly off the balcony again, they all looked at each other worried. They reluctantly left and headed towards Geoff's tower of a house.
This was going to be a long and twisted competition.
