The Game said:Welcome, O Honorable Guest, and be blessed, for you have stumbled upon a wonder of the Village Hidden in the Clouds. Tonight is the night of one of the Great Dances--an event both competition and performance--and you, Honorable Guest, have roles to play as well.
For while Fuujin and the Nian dance the pattern of knives, you decide their fates. Is the battle a draw? Does the side of Life or the side of the Beast reign triumphant? Your choice determines the outcome. As a member of the audience, your feedback influences the rounds of play. Positive feedback helps Fuujin come out victorious. Negative feedback helps the Nian win and eat all the things, and neutral feedback means things end in a draw... At least, this year.
But did I not mention you had roles to play? Oh yes... On this night, the New Moon night, you take the place of the spirits who originally witnessed this great battle... And you take upon yourself that mask, that persona.
The event attracted a modest yet dedicated crowd every year. Civilians, shinobi, men, women; they all took their positions on the trestle-style benches arrayed around the circular stage. There were a few rows of these benches, ready for early arrivals and sufficiently drunk revelers, and atop them were festival masks--ogres, spooks, demons, and beasts of all stripes--just waiting for the audience to dawn them.
The wine and beer here was passed out freely among anyone of a likely age. Perhaps that was what kept the audience returning year after year. But while the quantity was great, the quality was not. The play had to provide something else, didn't it, to draw a crowd?
Organizers this year had been extremely secretive about who would play the roles of the performance's main combatants. Each year, some group or other took it upon themselves to sabotage the preparations for one or the other side of the show. This year, the organizers were confident that no such thing had happened. The show would go on as planned.
When all--or at least enough--folk had assembled, the show would begin, with all the stars in the night sky and the cold northern wind looking on. The fireworks whistled and boomed, but here, now, beat the living heart of the village's traditions... Getting drunk and watching people make fools of themselves with dangerous objects.