Rayne smiled at the creature in her dreams. She'd been having dreams with Deus in them ever since she was a little girl. The God, as he referred to himself, used to have tee parties with her when she was six and ever since he was the only constant in her life. She headed towards the large creature and looks at the people headed towards some sort of building. "Hey Deus! What's going on?" She nods towards the crowd of people looking passed him curiously.<br/><br/>Deus chuckles and patted her back, she looked up at him with an innocent "what" look. He smiled at her almost fatherly and spoke in a soft tone. "A meeting! That's what's going on and you're just in time. I was worried you weren't gonna make it, dear Rayne." He escorts her toward the large building.<br/><br/>She smiles and loops arms with him looking around the unusual landscape. "I would never miss a chance to see you Deus. I'm sorry I haven't made time to visit, I haven't gotten much sleep at all in the last few months."<br/><br/>He waves a hand dismissing her comment and smiles down at her once more. "Don't fret my dear. It is quite alright, I have been a bit preoccupied myself with a game I have created. I'm pretty sure you will like it."<br/><br/>She looks up at him, curiously tilting her head to the side. "A game? what kinda game is it Deus?"<br/><br/>He chuckles showing her to her seat. "Why do you all ask me that?" he shakes his head and lifts up his finger. "Ah ah ah! Patients is key my dear. All will be explained."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Huh, odd... even for Deus.</span>She thought and got comfortable in her seat.<br/><br/>Deus stood in the front of the room, raised his hands and announced. "Let the survival games BEGIN!" Ray shielded her eyes from the blinding light then blinked standing on the fourth hovering circle with Deus smack dab in the middle as giant as she's ever seen him. She looked around at the eleven other silhouettes and asked the question everyone must have wondered. "Um... Deus? What's going on?"<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"The twelve of you have been assembled in order to compete in a survival game," </span>Deus began.<span style="font-style: italic">"You will each have a diary which can predict the future."</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"You will all play the game until only one of you is left alive. There can be no backing out. The winner..."</span>Deus continued.<span style="font-style: italic">"Will take my place, as god!"</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Deus!"</span>a girl called out.<span style="font-style: italic"> "What do you mean by all of this? Are you saying you're... all of this... Isn't this just in my imagination?"</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"All of this is real,"</span>Deus replied firmly.<span style="font-style: italic">"I am a god. Is it so hard to believe a god would be capable of existing in people's imaginations? I have chosen the twelve of you,"</span>he said, turning to once again address all of them,<span style="font-style: italic">"as possible successors to take my place as god."</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"From the right,"</span>he said,<span style="font-style: italic"> "to the left, numbers one through twelve."</span>Rayne nodded thinking okay I'm four then. She thought to herself as Deus continued...<span style="font-style: italic"> "Your first task is to find out who the other diary holders are, then you must eliminate them. Only one can become god."</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Know this,"</span>Deus looked at them each individually to add dramatic tension she guessed and changed his tone from slightly playful to very serious.<span style="font-style: italic">"Your diary predicts the future, but it also holds your future within it. If the diary is destroyed, you will cease to exist. Also, it is possible to "change" the future. For instance, when the dead end sign comes up in your diary, it means you will die. However, if you don't do what the diary says you would, you can "change" what it says, and possibly avoid death. Now, use whatever skills you have at your disposal! Show me which of you is worthy of becoming god!"</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Worthy to be a God? There's nothing that makes me worthy to be a God. I don't wanna be a God or die! What about my patients?!?!?!</span>She lowered her head and bit her bottom lip trying to wake herself up...