Tobias looked over the list of the dead, making a decision. The Contest was getting interesting now. Some seemed to be playing an interesting game of their own. Oh, certain players were standing out to him already- Samantha was working so hard to keep her kills secret, and he was certain that others were merely playing those they were with to gain allies in a vain attempt to keep themselves alive- but now he had a choice. Oh, it would be easy enough to unravel their games with a quick announcement, and it would be fair...but it would make things far, far less interesting to watch.
This was, after all, a study in human nature in all its brutality. In the end, he was merely an observer. Perhaps keeping certain secrets would prove much, much more interesting in the long run than being overly...honest.
And seeing as this was such a study in human nature, he silently reminded himself of the human tendency to sabotage themselves. To become victims of their own natures.
Leaning forward, Tobias flicked the microphone to life and began the morning announcement. "Good morning, friends. I see that no one has come to claim the supplies I left for them today...how tragic. It will remain until someone comes to claim it. You remember the clue, yes? Follow the sound of my voice. Perhaps you need some motivation- I am declaring the beach a dead zone. Perhaps that will get some of you to stop hiding. Ah, but it would be cruel to leave you with no options, yes? So I will be kind. The jungle is no longer a dead zone."
"Yesterday was hardly a productive day. Joelle was killed early in the morning. Strangulation is such a nasty way to go, isn't it? And here I gave you so many options to avoid such brutal methods of execution. But it I suppose there is something to be said for it being...clean." Tobias shuddered a bit at the thought, at the lack of blood, "Light would probably agree. Oh, being shoved to the ground and smothered with a plush child's toy by Dark must have felt so undignified, but...we can't argue with the results, now can we?"
"I'll speak with you again tomorrow, friends. I hope that we'll see some more progress before then. If we don't..." His voice lowered menacingly, "I may get impatient and try to speed things up a bit."