31 Page #4

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Ah, ha ha, well, 31 is war.

And as the old saying goes,

war is hell.

In exactly 120 seconds,

we will begin.

And all you have to do

is survive 12 hours

inside the walls of our

own private little hell.

And now, for the survival odds,

as we see fit.

Number one, 50 to 1.

Number two, 500 to 1.

Number three, 100 to 1.

Number four, 60 to 1.

Number five, 500 to 1.

Now, what do you have

to do to survive?

Fear not. We have some very

colorful heads for you tonight.

And they're here for one reason,

and for one reason only.

To kill you in

the most violent way possible.

Feast your eyes and behold!

- Sick-head!

Happy Halloween motherfuckers!

Ah, numero cinco.

Numero Quatro...

Ah.

Numero tres,

numero dos,

y numero uno,

now do not be fooled by

the man-beast I put before you.

This is a true

world-class warrior.

He lives to kill.

Sick-head will not go gentile

into this good night.

No, I won't.

31 has begun! Ha ha!

Welcome to 31.

You now have exactly 12 hours to play.

Happy Halloween.

[Cackling

Jesus, man.

- You almost took off my god damn head.

- No sh*t.

- See anybody else?

- Negative.

The average human

is quite resilient.

Events that disgust

us one minute

quickly become infinitely

acceptable the next.

Sometimes, the weak ones

have the most fight

or perhaps they're just

the luckiest, I don't know.

But as we like to say

around here,

the dirtier you work,

the luckier you get.

Sounds like

it's coming from this room.

- It could be a trap.

- This whole god damn thing is an effing trap.

Okay, okay,

I'm going to slide the door.

Get ready with the pipe.

- Go.

Pull it off.

I thought it was Charly.

I've... I've never been

so f***ing happy I was wrong.

F***.

What is this f***ing place?

Taunting noise]

Numero Quatro...

Open the f***ing gate!

I'm going to put this f***ing

knife so far up your f***ing ass.

I might like that.

You're a f***ing chihuahua.

You think it's funny?

Open the f***ing gate!

F*** you.

I'm coming for you, boy.

Number four always dies first.

We're going to get so friendly,

it's going to kill you.

I'm f***ing coming for you.

Open the f***ing gate.

Open the f***ing gate.

...I'm coming for you.

- I'm coming for you.

- I'm f***ing coming for you!

I'm f***ing coming for you.

Trick or treat you are dead,

I will smash your f***ing head.

Trick or treat, you are dead,

I will smash your f***ing head.

Trick or treat, you are dead,

I will smash your f***ing head.

Trick or treat, you are dead,

I will smash your f***ing head.

Whoa, girl! Cool it with

the bat. I'm on your side.

Come on now, child,

let's get the f*** out of here.

- F***!

- God damn b*tch!

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