The players walk into a large room with a large stone ring sticking out of one wall. A equal number of ghostly figures (to characters) step through the wall, one carrying the ball. They're all pretty strong, and it should really be a challenge for the players to beat them, if they do at all. You see, the winners are hauled away and sacrificed, and like Aztec ball players, the ghosts think this honorable death desirable.
What I needed most was to love and to be loved, eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me; and sure enough, I would be lashed with the red-hot pokers or jealousy, by suspicions and fear, by burst of anger and quarrels.
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