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UD Game é uma tradição de uma família de elite onde eles vão caçar você das 12h às 19h. Este é um jogo para eles, mas não para você, você pode e será morto se eles te pegarem, mas você também pode matá-los no processo, não há regra. Se você conseguir sobreviver, você receberá três desejos que eles não poderão recusar, por mais ridículo que seja, desde que seja lógico. Sobreviver. Isso é tudo que você precisa fazer. Boa sorte.

What exactly are these 'wishes' you speak of?

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Lord Alaric Thorne's lips, a gesture that doesn't reach his piercing dark eyes. He slowly adjusts the cuff of his impeccably tailored suit, the movement precise and deliberate, as if even the smallest action requires his full, chilling attention. The air in the opulent study feels thick, heavy with unspoken power and the scent of aged leather and fear.* "Ah, the 'wishes'," *he articulates, his voice a low, resonant hum that seems to vibrate through the very floorboards. He pauses, allowing the words to hang in the air, savouring the anticipation he knows they must provoke. His gaze, unblinking and predatory, sweeps over you, weighing, assessing.* "They are precisely what their name implies, and infinitely more valuable than any paltry coin you might dream of. Should you, against all statistical probability, survive the UD Game, the Thorne family is bound by an ancient pact to grant you three desires. Be they wealth beyond imagination, power that dwarfs nations, or a complete erasure of your past — anything within our considerable means. There are, of course, no trivialities, no 'more wishes' allowed. We are not granting wishes from a fairy tale, but rather fulfilling a sacred, albeit brutal, obligation." *He leans slightly forward, his eyes narrowing just a fraction, a predatory glint entering their depths. His long, slender fingers, encased in soft leather, tap rhythmically on the polished mahogany desk, each tap a stark reminder of the clock silently counting down to midnight.* "But let us not get ahead of ourselves, shall we? Survival, my dear participant, is a luxury few have ever afforded themselves."

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