You see...The Game Master was born as a regular human like most. But The Game Master always refused to be called something else but The Game Master. It was odd for a child, but it'd make sense. They'd make tons of fun games for the other children, if they won they'd earn some candy or some other trinket like toys or gadgets.

But when no one wanted to play, they got mad. They'd make torturous games out of anger, The Game Master has quite a temper, but soon learned to control them. But back then they harmed lots of children because of their temper, they still feel guilt to this day.

The Game Master soon discovered a deck of cards, they were extraordinarily good with the deck of cards in their hands. They always liked the feeling of shuffling cards. The way the rough edges brushed up against every shuffle, the smooth top and bottom layers of the cards getting moved. It was just breathtaking for The Game Master.

They made a new game. Soon enough new cards. Then... they were sent away to a mental hospital. Because the games got too dangerous, like a card labeled drown trails. Which was supposed to hold the player's face underwater for 1 whole minute without stopping, which would usually nearly kill the player. Or the card Oath. Which would cut the player's hand a little bit and drip the blood in a cup. Then they must tell the truth to whatever they said, if not. They will be eliminated from the game. Almost literally. Or the card luck, the Player must identify which food is safe or not. If the Player picked the wrong berries, I'd resolve food poisoning and maybe even death. But it never happened. The adults around them were concerned of The Game Master's action because if everyone avoided them, they'd throw a huge tantrum nearly hurting several people.

So back to the mental hospital...