Vischio. A company who profits from keeping Igura in order and provding drugs, ect. The leader of this company was just through the doors of the castle, in the room the Countries would be signing up for the deadly game in.
When they got to the front doors, the two guards stared at them. "State your reason of visiting."
"We're here to sign up for Igura." England stated, and they gaurds nodded at eachother and pushed the doors open.
"Right this way."
Once they were inside, they were led down a hall. The decor inside was repulsing. Statues of naked little boys could be seen around the whole castle, and the atmosphere itself was pretty unsettling. One guard spoke to them. "Here. You're required to put these on." He said, handing all the countries a white masquerade-type mask. When the Guard reached Turkey, he stopped. "You already have one..." The guard shrugged and put a mask on Turkey's mask.
Once they reached another pair of double doors, the guard knocked. "New Igura players!" He announced.
"Send them in!" Replied a slightly nasally sounding voice.
The guards opened the doors and led the Countries into the room. Sitting in a large chair, was a man wearing a fancy, decorated white suit with a mask on as well. He had obnoxious blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Beside him, on all fours, was a human being... One that had been altered and dressed in bondage gear to meet the man's tastes. It had light blue hair and acted just as a dog.
The man's hand was on the 'dog's' head, petting it softly. The man had a large smile on his face. "Hello. I am Arbitro. Please take a seat anywhere you'd like, and we'll begin."
The room contained many guards holding guns, as if there was something important to protect in this very room; The leader of Vischio, Arbitro.
The Countries all found places to sit, though feeling very uncomfortable in the presence of the man.
"So, you're all here to join the fun, hm? Interesting. Well, I'm here to inform you of the rules and how everything works, and if you have any questions I can answer those as well." He said. "Do you already know how to play, or do you need me to explain?"
"You have matches and whoevers back touches the ground first loses, right? And then you take their tags." Turkey spoke, remembering the talk with the thug they had.
Arbitro gave a nod. "So you know the basics. I suppose I shall state the rules, then. It goes like this; In order to have an actual Igura match, there must be a witness. Once the oppenents back touches the ground, the winner is free to their tags and is allowed to do whatever they'd like with the loser. You start with five dog tags, but are only required to have one showing at all times. Once you join Igura, it is also against the rules to quit. Firearms are restricted, only close range weapons are allowed.."
The sound of Germany's heart breaking could almost be heard. "N-no firearms... vhy not?!" He asked with a frown.
"Because," Arbitro sighed. "If firearms were allowed it'd be too easy to kill people and break rules. It just wouldn't be fair." Germany was upset, but he knew it was true. He decided to shut up. He gave a slight nod to show he understood and then looked down.
"Anyway, where was I... ah, yes. If you fail to follow the rules, you'll be on the executioners list. It's their job to take care of people like that." Arbitro smiled at all of them. "Questions?"
Most Countries shook thier head, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. Russia raised his hand.
"Da. Why is there no dead bodies?"
"The executioners take care of that, as well." Arbitro answered simply. "If there are no other questions, I'd like to present you all with your dog tags."
After a few seconds of silence, Arbitro signaled to the guards and the guards brought each Country a chain with a set of five dogtags.
"Welcome to Igura. Have a blast, now~" Was the last thing Arbitro said to them as they were escorted out the door and back out into their new battlefield.