Terpsichore sleeps in late. Dax writes in his journal: 11AM. I awoke in the house of OliverX, unable to stay asleep, even after a long night of dancing, for the anticipation of playing. I've been keeping this feeling in check until now, trying to calmly ignore the antics of the other participants[...] Lisa remains asleep in bed while my pen scratches furiously on the paper. I am worried for her to finally be playing this game, because I know she would not be doing this if it wasn't for my involvement. This isn't the sort of thing that she would normally choose to do - and that makes the game dangerous[...] There is something about a group of people setting up the course for me that makes the experience fresh - and that is why I have spent a month training for this even, trying to improve my own ability to succeed and surpass. I am more consumed by anticipation than I know. OliverX is scrubbing the blood off the floor. Scrub scrub scrub.