1 Prologue

"And we are streaming live in 3...2...1

Hello everyone and welcome to the 39 installment of your favorite TV show 'Kill/Streaming'

That's right eventhough we have a lot of hate being thrown at us, we give zero fucks to them. This season there is gonna be only one winner. You heard me right, this season they won't go in squads whereby the baby bitches will sit at the back crying for mama or dada. They are going in alone. And that fun doesn't end there. the game rules change every god forbidden time. one moment grace period, the next battle royal begins, the next a bounty is placed on someone. The power is in you, the viewer's hand"

"Hope you didn't shit your pants mate, we're gonna begin soon" One contestant informed, "I did not even sign up for this, I'm fucking 20 years old, who signed me up" I curse under my breath as I take a last look at my friend who escorted me to the airport, before stepping into the plane, for what could be my last time