The night had been rough for Sara. Draining several thousand pounds of water will do that to a person. As she came to that morning, she was immediately pulled to her feet by another of what she'd guess to be contest workers. Following her, Sara noticed that she couldn't see into any other cells. One-way glass kept people from seeing inside.

Sara was forced into another room, this one somewhat smaller than the first one. It was empty except for a single screen over a second door, presumably to lead out. A single chair sat in front of it, with what looked to be a pistol resting on top of the chair. She picked it up, seeing that it was similar to a nail gun, as a figure appeared on the screen.

"Welcome to round 2 ladies. We call this round Pop or Be Popped." The figure was a man in a mask (cliche no?). To be more specific... a head wearing a bandit mask, sunglasses, and cowboy hat. "Now I'll explain the rules right after we finish getting you all setup."