I woke up with my face on the floor, and when I started to get up, some of the filth stuck to it and lifted off of the floor. Finally standing on my feet I looked around and saw that I was in what looked like an old school gymnasium. Scattered throughout the room were plastic folding tables, and other people began getting up from the floor. 

"What the heck?" I looked down at the nearest table, and saw that in front of each chair were decks of Alchemist's Curse. 

"Welcome to the first official Alchemist's Curse card game tournament!" A loud voice boomed over a loudspeaker. "Please find the assigned seat marked with your name, and I will begin the instructions." 

A scrawny man a few tables to my right stood up. "I'm not doing a thing until you explain what's going on here!" 

"Listen closely. If you remember in the email, there were 100 people invited to this event..."

His face started turning pale. "Wha- What do you mean..?" A slight chuckle came in through the loudspeaker. 

"And though no one noticed... There are 101 people here." He ran for the door, and suddenly  a loud pop echoed through the room, and blood sprayed from his neck as he fell to the floor with a thud.

"While you were unconscious from being drugged, we surgically installed a small bomb in your neck, so you have two choices- play the game, or die." No one dared to make a sound.

"Good. The game rules are the same as they have always been, but with one twist. The loser of every match will have the bomb in their neck detonated. I'm sure you're all familiar with the rest of game's rules, so I won't take the time to explain them."

Everyone remained silent. "Begin."