Who am I? Oh, I’ll tell you who I am. The name I’ll give you is Zaroff, but that hardly matters. My early life is very boring. You don’t want to know about it. Suffice it to say, I’m rich. Absurdly rich. So rich, life has become boring to me. Nothing’s challenging. Nothing gives me the *thrill* of *pursuit* anymore. What’s the point of life if there’s no resistance to anything? I’m so rich all doors open to me. I almost wish I wasn’t.
Hunting gave me joy, for a time. Hunting tigers in the Indian jungle, or water buffalo in Burma, these prestigious animals eluded and frustrated me, and even nearly killed me. I’ve ever had such *excitement!* Following their tracks, setting traps, surviving in hostile environments, being pushed to the brink… and then finally, the kill. I truly lost myself in my hunts.
And then… it happened. I figured it out. Hunting, that is. I’ve hunted every game, and now there’s no more thrill to it. I’m so skilled a hunter, it more resembles butchery. I draw no pleasure out of slaughter. I had to find a new pursuit. A new joy. The problem was the game. An animal can have fearsome horns, or razor sharp claws, or a lust for human flesh… but it’s an animal. It can’t reason. It can’t think. If only there was game out there that could think just as well as me…
Oh, I know what you’re thinking now, and yes. My new choice of game is human. But I’m no murderer! I wouldn’t dream of killing my fellow man. But if I want to hunt a human, but I can’t kill them… then how do I make the stakes high enough for the hunt to work? Well, it’s simple. To kill and feed, or to survive, these are primal needs. We can introduce another primal need to the hunt… the desire for the man to breed, and the desire for the woman to control her reproduction.
Yes, that’s right. I scour the planet for high-level women, fit, healthy, successful women who are worthy of bearing my seed. These women, I kidnap to my island. Once there, I explain the situation to them, and set them free. For three days I will hunt them, then. If they evade my grasp for that time, they win. I will arrange for them to be taken home, with ten million dollars as compensation. If I catch them… they will also be taken home. But instead of money, they will take my child with them.
And you are my next target…
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Hello there! A more out there prompt today based on a familiar literary theme! I will be playing a debonaire, sociopathic billionaire hunter whose boredom has led to a sick game he plays with people he captures.
You will be playing a (preferably fictional) prominent woman - an athlete, a politician, an actress, some sort of famous person - who’s been kidnapped and taken to his island for one of these games. Will you avoid him for long? Or will he toy with you like a cat with a mouse? Let’s find out!