Iiiiiiiit’s the most, bountiful tiiiiiime, of the year!


Ah, another Killing Game, another rain of profits! I must say, it’s much more enjoyable cheering and spectating from the sidelines than risking loss of limb in the real thing! Who needs Christmas when these bloodbaths signify the season of giving...giving damnation, that is! Even better now that one of my top executives is hosting the whole shebang! I see a promotion in your future, Xavy!


Now then, let’s go out and find all the new tourists who’ll get to spend a fun, permanent vacation with dear old Saint Ha-





...What in the name of me? It’s more barren than that “People Who Despise Me” party I hosted! I negotiated with Angie’s rich dad Atua to make sure all new souls go en route to me, so what afterlife could POSSIBLY be better than my crib? I need to look out my windo-



....Well, that explains a lot and then some.

Hey, aren't you dead?

Wait, aren't I dead?