Game Start has a minion!

Mirror the Arctic Anyu-Ruffie

Game will play with you until its to late. Start will never begin, only end his play dates.

This tone rings through your head as you begin to drift into a nice well deserved slumber. Imaging a giant gateway covered in a mixture of black and white ivy. On top lay two large stone figures with the same ivy growing over them. Dawned on their heads are even larger horns. The door has no handle, it doesn't even look like a door its more like a slate wall. Now imagine you had a choice. To bad you don't.

The statue on the left has moved its head and is smiling at you, while the one on the right has vanished. That trapped feeling you oh so thought you could control in this dream is squeezing your impulse to run. When you go to back away from the door you bump into the right statue. "Game, Start?" it speaks with a calm composer. You wonder briefly about its pause between the two words and shake your head at it. Trying to back away from the living statue you only bump into the left statue, its mad grin shimmering brightly. "Start, Game!" it shrilly laughs at you. Your only choice is to break for the thing that looks like a door. Obviously you aren't dreaming anymore. The two statues don't chase you only look from their standing places. The door starts to burst with engravings when you put your hands on it. Finally when the cracking sounds settle down you can read what it says, "Choose: Male or Female?"

Behind you the statues are at it again. The female whispers into your ear, "Game?" while the male whispers, "Start?"
This choice is your. You can agree to go along with the overly smiling female or risk your chances with the seemingly more composed male. Good luck to you behind there gated world. The fear of having this one and only choice will be enough to burst your poor mind.

'Start' begins to get a little impatient with your quivering and stomps his front hoof. On the door below the word male appears __ little symbols, all of which are in the shapes of animals. Game begins to giggle and does the same with the opposite foot, only her symbols seem less and appear under the word female. They're now staring holes into your shoulder, their breaths on the nape of your neck. You reach up to touch one of the symbols, hoping fate will guide you to select the right one:

Male
Dameon StoicismIngen


Female
Impulsive