You are captured by Jigsaw , the infamous murderer . He forces you to decide which of your friends and family live and which die . Little does he know , you 're a sociopath and hate all of the victims [ WP ]

“ Gluttony is a sin John ” The nefarious Jigsaws voice crackled over the TV screen, “ You have taken people for granted your whole life ”. Jigsaws unwavering tone continued as he recited another boring monologue. “ Today we are going to cut down on some of this excess baggage John ”. John sat sullen, tied to a chair, his movements restricted and a remote gripped in his hand. Light pierced his eyes as the room lit up and he let out a gasp of mild pain. In front of him sat both his Brother and Sister, their eyes wide and terrified. They were similarly incapacitated with the exception of being gagged and wires running up around their bodies, dug into their flesh. “ Your dear siblings are one click of that remote in your hand away from electrocution, the button on the left kills your brother, on the right your sister, you have five minutes to decide or they both die ”. Both of Johns siblings jerked and strained in their chains, desperate to escape, they shook their heads side to side and their eyes pleaded desperately from life. John stared back at his two siblings, their lives held so delicately in his hand. He reminisced on the lives they had lived together, the stories they shared, the bond of love they had formed. He then dropped the remote. It bounced on the hard concrete before landing face upwards. “ Oh no! I seem to have dropped the remote ” John exclaimed sarcastically, “ However will I save either my poor brother or sister now? ” His flamboyant pitch of voice echoed around the room. “ You have doomed your siblings to both die John ” Jigsaw replied, his voice no longer unwavering and now uncertain. “ Oh well what can you do? John said remorselessly “ No point worrying about what can ’ t be helped ” he continued, apparently unconcerned with his sibling ’ s terrible fate. “ I heard when people burn to death they smell like bacon; I guess I ’ m about to find out though ” He pondered, unempathetic. “ The fuck is wrong with you ” Jigsaw chastised, clearly disturbed by this point. “ Don ’ t worry I ’ m fine, just curious is all ” John returned, before descending into a slight chuckle which then escalated into an uncontrollable fit of laughter as his dear sweet brother and sister devolved into spasmic fits, their bodies filled with electricity. “ Just a little curious ” John once again repeated through his fit of laughter before screwing his face up in disgust. “ No that doesn ’ t smell very good at all I suppose ” he finished as he good a whiff of his siblings soiled remains.
