Jacob Harrow received a very strange e-mail, did he want to play a game?

All he really had was one name to go on, The Triman and his search brought up a fictional creature that was either a dwarf, man or werewolf.

He had no clue what to do to play this so called game, and there was no information on Triman, only pictures.

Suddenly he got a second e-mail from the mysterious Mister Namirt, "all you have to do is find me, or I take your soul" it said.

Jacob laughed, "what a load of rubbish !" and  shut down his computer.

The screen shattered from the inside and two hairy arms reached out and grabbed him, the jaggered edges of the broken screen cutting his throat.

Jacob was dead, but two red eyes are looking out from the broken screen, as if they can see you reading these words.

"Do you want to play a game" ?