What sick mind thought up the idea of this “Thanksgiving Special Challenge?” We had one week left, and I had resigned myself to never having the chance to properly debate Charles. It was a resignation made in good taste, I cannot give in to his clear desire to unnerve me with his gross imagery. I can’t! I refuse! No good would come out of a battle between us. But now I have no choice. I either face Charles and win, or have my former alliance members’ decapitations be in vain. Neither of them would be gone if I didn’t give in to this idea of getting to the bottom of Charles’ mind. It’s all my fault… I need to make amends. I need to win.

But if I win, then I’m the singular reason why Charles will lose. It’s… just a game. It… doesn’t matter?