We are dropped into the middle of nowhere. Survive.

I flash back to a series of memories, starting with the first of these "games." The game started, me confused, quickly befriending the others, especially Thur and Retoion. Later, me, Izzy, and Retoion found out that Thur was the mole, with only seconds to spare. The second game, I awoke, less confused, half a year after the first game, with no one I knew there. I quickly met and befriended Joey and Reavenclawed, later finding and learning that the mole was Joey. Fast-forward to the seventh time I was called, for the seventh game. I met the others, some of which being Osho, Octowen, and Tacolaser. In the end, the mole was Tacolaser, a hard to find suspect. The ninth time I was here, for the ninth game, I was the mole, quickly turning myself in, so as not to create a new version of Hunger Games, or to be the cause of death. For the tenth game I returned with Izzy, who found Osho as the moole, but was wrong and it was actually Dragonfly. By now, I am on my seventeenth time here, the seventeenth semi-annual occurance of this game. I stand before the gm, who is clouded in light, making me unable to see his face. "You brought me back here again?" I ask. "Yes," responds the gm, "I wanted you to know, that you are the most interesting of all the contestants out there, and yet, you always win." "Are you going to make me survive, even if we don't find the mole? Like that other time?" I ask, not being given an answer, "You've talked to me so many times. Please, give me something to call you, other than gm." "No," replied the gm, "Now return to the present." After returning, I say, "We're here."

You never know… It could be the same one, having communicated with me in the past…

It was just a very VERY small conversation.