This world, the Old Man, is dying. It wants to die. The only thing sustaining it is the flow of energy that comes from the Games, and the will of the Judges. For every person who gains their wish, many more are swallowed by the earth, or taken away to the realms of the Judges themselves.
There are those of us who intend to break the cycle. To take back our memories, free the souls trapped in the Old Man's maw, and let this plane die and the Judges with it. That's what we intend to do.