Death Count

Stop.

What is...

Stop.

What is this?

Hello?

Hello?

Can you hear me?

Wait a second,

Coach Roberts, Principal Bruno,

Selena,

Kim,

Mr. Curtis,

Jose.

Stop.

Ladies and gentlemen,

by this time you've been fed

and I'm sure you're curious why you've been brought here

and by whom.

Allow me

to introduce myself,

I am the Warden and I have gathered you all here

to participate in a little game called,

And then there were.

The number will depend entirely on you,

I will only say that your survival is dependent

on what you are willing to sacrifice.

As with most things in life,

there are rules, rules to the game and like most games

the rules are simply not in your favor.

An audience will be watching you.

Our society has shifted into one built on cyber likes

and it will be incumbent on each of you to acquire

as many as possible to be liked.

What you must ask yourself is

are you willing to do whatever must be done

to acquire the most amount of likes

no matter what the cost in order to survive,

in order to live?

And since we wanna include our friends in the cyber world

in our little adventure,

they will vote as to which of you will begin the first round

in our maiden voyage.

At this time there are three basic directives

you must follow.

You cannot make any attempt to contact the outside world

or you will be eliminated.

You will follow and adhere to the schedule I set for you

which includes non-refusal of participation.

The person with the least likes

at the end of the selected time period will be eliminated.

The goal is to survive the game.

Should you fail to comply at any time

you will be immediately eliminated.

Ah,

it appears Number Six has issues with the game.

- Is this where I'm supposed to beg for my life,

you fucking coward? Hm?

What is it?

You afraid to come in here and deal with me?

Is that why you got to hide behind that camera

in that fucking wall, cunt?

- Number Six, for someone who cleans for a living

you have a rather dirty mouth.

- Can you just come in for a second

let me clean the fuck out of your mouth,

then I'll use my entire fist,

I'll just fuck.

There you go.

Here, dog. - Ah.

You like it, dog?

- Are you stating that you will not participate?

You speak fucking English?

I'm not doing nothing.

Zero, kiss my ass.

Such language.

A caveat to the aforementioned directives.

Each of you has an explosive device implanted

at the base of your skull.

Should you not participate the device will be executed

and you will be instantly eliminated.

Ooh, I'm so scared.

Please don't blow me, ooh.

Ooh, yes sir help me.

Will you fuck me in the ass, please?

- Number Six, once again, are you refusing to participate?

- Is there something you wanna say to me,

huh?

Is there something you needed to say?

No, I will not participate.

I will not participate.

- Help me! - Oh my God.

Oh no.

Oh no.

- Number Eight, I strongly suggest

you stop tampering with your device.

I can figure this out.

I can...

I can find a way out.

I just...

I know what this is.

It's like one of those...

It's like on of those escape rooms, right?

You just need to...

You just need to find the hidden clue.

Secret numbers to-

Eight.

To release these bounds.

- The only mathematics that can save you this time

would be the amount of likes you'll receive.

Like?

What do you mean likes?

What kind of likes like?

I don't have any friends, nobody likes me.

Like this,

it's just a matter of time.

I can figure this out myself.

I'll do this myself.

I've almost got it.

Ooh.

You're going to get it all right.

Almost.

So, there we have it.

Remove the collar and the device automatically ejects itself

in fairly nasty fashion.

So two down, six to go.

Well, six already went

but you know what I mean.

The real game will begin momentarily,

stay tuned.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down.

What's this about a website?

Is this some kind of a joke?

People in cells?

What do you mean people in cells?

We don't do things like that to our prisoners,

I don't care what you see on TV.

- People, what the hell's going on in here?

Did a bomb go off or something?

- Yeah, something like that, Captain.

I'm getting reports that some guys head just exploded

on the internet.

- Oh my God, the internet, it's always the internet.

Every time I go online my head wants to explode.

- This is supposed to be somebody's real head

and somebody else got shot through the eye.

Now this is supposed to be a live feed.

- Being run by someone who's calling himself, the Warden.

Exactly.

It's some game or something.

- People are actually watching this garbage.

- This has got to be a prank,

doesn't it, Casey?

- What are those numbers?

Likes.

- We've got sickos out there liking this shit?

- Oh, you would understand that, wouldn't you Conner?

That's what you do all day.

- Well, we're not the ones calling the station, detective.

- Well, why don't you calm everyone's nerves

and tell them that you're not on the case,

you're not on it officially, all right?

What a Dick.

That's what I'm paid to do.

- Casey, Tanner in my office now.

Okay, okay.

Gonna finish that banana?

Here.

Go on.

Good luck.

- I want you two guys on this right away.

- Captain, I think the whole thing is a hoax.

Yeah, I don't know.

The site's encrypted,

which means it's gonna be really hard to trace.

- This Warden guy is pretty smart.

I mean, he's got this out where everybody can see it

but he really does not wanna be located.

What makes him so different

from anybody else we're chasing around?

I mean what the fuck, it doesn't make him special.

- I hear what you're saying, I do.

We have to get this guy and we have to shut down this site.

You know what would be good?

Is if we did it today.

- I'm just getting too old for this shit.

I honestly...