They say you’re never more alive than when you’re an inch from death.

Think about fire… Normally, fire is all cozy and toasty-woasty. But do you know when you feel TRULY alive?

When you see how close you can get without being burned to a crisp! When you’re an inch from danger, your senses are heightened. You feel every tiny spark. That’s when you’re the most alive.

Play the game! Can you get close enough to make your eyes sparkle? To make every hair on your body tingle?

Oh, what a feeling. And it’s the same feeling I’ve been making you all feel all along. It’s the same way your little cocktails made me feel, Anty… my Sunbeam.

Alive!

You’re a planner, chef. You meticulously follow the recipe. You know what tastes good, and compliment flavours. But you dare not stray from the plan, no-no.

Everything is measured, planned.

But all work and no play makes Anty a dull… chef. You can’t see past your recipe, because that’s the safety of your routine.

Predicable. Ordered.

Arcadia is your kitchen, and you like a tidy kitchen where you make the rules. But your problem is that you’re boring, and your rules stink… a recipe only you know.

I bring chaos to your world. I bring my own little sparkle of Sunshine that you can’t stand. A game, adding spice to your dull dish.

Admit it… You never felt more alive than the moment you threw that burning bottle of booze through my window.

How… naughty of you. How far have you strayed from the recipe now? Don’t you feel hatred more vibrantly than anything else right now?

That’s the dance I created in you… you’re welcome, friend!

And Captain Arcadia. We’ve been dancing for long enough now.

I’ve given you something you never had while fighting as just another one of my little animals. I gave you PURPOSE.

Finding me, uncovering the secrets… Hasn’t it been the best of fun?!

It drove you.

It’s consumed you.

And look at you blocking fire with your little shield to save me. That’s really living! You feel it the most now that you have me in your sights.

Oh boy! Now that Red Snow dawns, I can’t wait to see what justice gift you have for me next. Doesn’t it make you want to… keep playing?

I don’t know about you, but I’m having a blast! Every second I see you both suffer makes the friend in my head oh so happy.

And I won’t stop until there’s blood on the snow. I don’t mind whose it is. That’s the fun of the game!

So beat me, make me bleed. Pulverize me to within an inch of death if you can.

Because the more you do… The more alive I will feel, and the more I will smile. It warms my heart.

Because life is for the living, till your last breath and NOTHING will make me feel more alive.

This game ends at Red Snow, Sunbeams, when I finally see just how far I can push you until you break.

Thanks for playing!