“Attention all fluffies,” he started. This got the attention of most of the fluffies, but some of the slower ones looked towards him a few seconds later. They wouldn’t last long. “You are gathered here today because all of you are fluffies. As you may know, while some humans love fluffies, and many tolerate them, most just downright hate them”. This began whispers in the crowd, as the fluffies quietly debated over the reason for the “meanie hoomins”’ hate for them. “Because of this, once a year we round up as many feral fluffies as we can. Every other fluffy we caught was killed. But you hundred have been chosen. Chosen for the great honour of participating in the Fluffy Games!” “Fwuffy wub gamesie!” one of the fluffies said. “But this is no ordinary game,” Julius continued. “Although there are 100 of you gathered before me, only one of you will remain by the end of the games. This is because, throughout the games, all of you will have to kill each other.” And with that, all hell broke loose.
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