I saw with my own eyes that my friend was killed because another survivor thought he opened the traitor's box. in my deepest heart I was very happy to see it because I was actually the traitor. without effort and thinking hard, this game will be easy, I thought, but wrong, when there are only 3 survivors remaining the game becomes difficult and complicated. I have to think hard about how to kill 2 other survivors without suspicion. With the last effort, I finally cooked poisonous animal meat and was eaten by myself to dispel my friend's suspicions. And it works. Other survivors become confused again and distrust each other. A survivor in the last seconds became a crazy psycho rampage, he shot us all without common sense. Finally, because we do not trust one another, we fight, hitting each other with barehands [me the traitor], pickaxe [survivor A] and shotguns [survivor B] ... until the blizzard comes violently to hit us all. Grateful my character is the fatest of all, and I am the last living person ... this is the story of the fat traitor survivor