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 ]

Finally. I feel as though I have been waiting for this moment for my entire life, even though in my wildest dreams I did n't think it would come. The chance to kill... without consequence. Without a drop of blood on my own hands. Without a trace to any hitmen I have dreamed about hiring. I just have to play it cool. 
 
 He thought he was torturing me with this predicament so much that he did n't even bother to do anything physical. 
 
 `` NOW! You must pick three to die NOW!''' 
 
 He was sweating and jittering and bouncing while he waved his pistol around. I was calm. I just had to decide who I hated most. 
 
 The list laid out before me held names of what he assumed where the people closest to me. From an outside perspective he would have done a remarkable job, these people have been in my life for so long. Now three of them had to die. 
 
 I almost could n't help from smiling. 
 
 Who to pick who to pick... My mother and father were obvious choices, they brought me into the fucked up world without my consent. 
 
 My brother simply existed and that was enough. Fucking leech. 
 
 My `` friends'' Jon and Clay had been by my side for years. I had dreamed of stabbing Jon since he stole my lunchbox and tried to play it off as if it was lost in the third grade. Yet somehow he had become my closest friend. I guess I'm just a really fun guy to be around. 
 
 Clay had been different, I actually liked Clay for a long time. He was a good guy, someone who kept to himself and did n't bother me. We grew close and I began to relate to him more than any person before. And as we bonded it became increasingly clear to me why: He was just like me. And though I respected him and was grateful for his existence, I ca n't have someone in my life like me. Too big of a risk. 
 
 I was thinking harder than I ever had before, thinking of how great it would feel to see any one of these people crushed to death like so many others had been at the hands of Jigsaw. And he was getting more and more anxious. It was only a matter of time before I cracked him, before I knew he would have to make a visceral decision of what to do with me, the guy who refused to give him the names. 
 I needed him to think he was torturing me. I needed him to do more than go through with his plan - I needed him to kill them all. Even further - I needed him to make me watch. 
 
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