Writers now enter into a sickly red and black arena, covered in thorns, fire, and spikes.  The host of the games now resides in the far end of the arena, in his own private booth.  Demon Eye, the demon of knowledge, looks like something out of a nightmare.  His hair is that of fire and his face is marked by his big demonic eye, complete with a red pupil and everything else a deep black void.  He seems pleased at the arrivals.

His voice now echoed creepily as he spoke.  "Welcome foolish writers to my contest.  It is here that your characters of your tales shall fight for a chance to win a wish, one which has no limits to what it is.  As you are new to this I will explain battle format.  When you enter a new character you will write the following in the comments of the next chapter."

Character name

Sentence description

Wish

"After we get started and combat begins you will follow a simple combat format."

Character name

Move-(Attack if you are attacking another character) or (Defense if you are defending from an attack.)

Effect of move chosen

"The game will be every man for himself.  For every one of my champions you defeat, your characters will gain their wish.  Once they receive said wish, they are ejected from battle, and another fighter takes his place.  As soon as one fighter enters the arena we will begin.  Good luck."

His hand now held tightly to the puzzle box in his hand.  Parts of the arena shifted piece by piece as he fiddled with it.