In a mere ten minutes, the entire banquet hall of the cruise ship plummeted from heaven into hell.
Bodies lay strewn across the floor, rivers of blood pooled between them, and the air hung heavy with the pungent, metallic stench of carnage. Even more terrifying was the realization that the player count had been slashed from over ten thousand to just seven or eight thousand—a loss of a third of their number.
"Congratulations to the remaining survivors for qualifying to participate in the gambling banquet. Players, prepare yourselves; we are about to commence the first round: Stud Poker!"
Chapter 211