"Now that I've explained the crux of this game, are there any questions? Any last minute declines, although I doubt that will be necessary with the subjects chosen. You've all got something to gain or look into by competing. If you've all got the gist of it I'll move on distributing Means and their blockers." The voice told the group, each separate and yet attuned themselves.
"Hold on a moment, I've a few questions." Mel shouted to his pad of notes, which he'd been furiously scribbling in since the voice started it's introduction. The other 7 heard him in sync, but his voice was scratched and obscured, unrecognizable effectively.
"Well than, ask away." It responded.
Mel straightened his shirt's collar and cleared his throat. "First of all, I presume these powers are going to be those of a, powerful yet coercive nature? Am I right to assume we'd all be fighting each other? That's what you seem to be suggesting."
The voice crackled slightly, and answered with a sharp "No."
