[CG] the devil went down :: meet & greet

the missus,
h. slaughter

"Up and at 'em bitches!" 

The voice from behind the intercom finally makes an appearance with two hitmen by her side. "Good morningggg, let's get to fucking work!" These are her trophies, 5 little black tracksuits coated in blood and valued in cold, hard cash. Paper cash, silver cash, digital cash; the money flow is raising the whole damn sea level here! Slaughter's penciled in her calendar and erased and penciled again to squeeze in every last cash grab and here it is.

An old fashioned Meet and Greet. 

Her leather outfit introduces her to the stage in squeaks, her boots tied so tight she's losing blood circulation in her mid-calf. Slaughter takes the stage with an ear piece at 35%, G3 feeding her stats and betting odds as they go. The semi-finalists are taken back stage as the host leads center, grabbing her loud mic to mark the entrance. "Hello, hello, hello! Good morning V.I.P.s, it is yet another sickening day at the Balthazar Castle. Day #8 already, damn! Time really flies when you're killing a dozen people huh?" 

There's a few laughs, most still sipping on their morning mimosa's. Complimentary, of course, they aren't barbarians. "We've wrapped up three intense ass games and now it is my pleasure to introduce you guys to..." she raises an eyebrow for dramatic effort. "Your FINAL 5!" Holly announces, the curtain behind her shooting up to reveal 5 identical glass booths. "That's right, your favorite final few right here! We've got 013, we've got 003, we don't got 017 because he fuckin' died. For any of y'all who haven't bet yet, just find the techie named Genesis, that's where you'll get sorted out."

"Oh, and don't be too rough on 'em!"