She holds you up to her giant face.

"Well," she says her lips spreading into a mischievous grin, "looks like this is going to be interesting."

You look up at her monumental face, an amused, but also almost predatory look glints in her eyes.

Before you can read too much into the look, you're placed on a table, the rest of the tinies unceremoniously poured out alongside you.

The table itself is covered in a maroon tablecloth and walking on this fabric floor are hundreds of tinies. It's what's in the center of the table, that finally replaces your confusion with dread.

Sitting there, was a large, shiny, black rectangular box, roughly the size of your average building. Written in stylized white letters on the side, each letter dwarfing you, were the words 'Cards Against Tinies'

With much the same dark and disturbing themes as it's predecessors before the virus, this game was perfect for the sadist norms, who loved nothing more than to watch tinies die in cruel and creative fashion.

The black cards described difficult challenges that your tinies had to commit and players used white cards to choose the method of execution, should their tiny fail. Now you realize why your mother hadn't been speaking to your Aunt and why you'd been forbidden from attending your cousin's 18th birthday.

You look over at Eve flailing your arms, desperately trying to get her attention.

Seeing her focus her attention on you with an amused smile, you give her a pleading look, the terror clear in your eyes.

She just giggles. "You're right cuz, things can change quickly for tinies."

Your hope of being saved is waning by the second.

"But you have to-"

She Pat's you on the head, knocking you down.

"Good luck!" she laughs, no sign of remorse as she seals your fate.

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June 3, 2023
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