06-08-2006, 04:43 AM
Epilogue
Just like that, it stopped raining. The sun was beaming down like it had missed the surface. Just as quick, Raditzu could feel his throat open up. "Ow," he grunted, "Whoa." He still had blood, but he was, for the most part, fine. "Man, talking sucks."
He stood up, looking at the body of the last contestant when the megaphone kicked up.
"#23 Reijin confirmed dead. Program Complete. That's a wrap!"
"Lovely," Raditzu said, already walking away from the carnage that was the finale.
"Congratulations #18 Raditzu! Quite a show you put on, if I may say so!"
"You can't," Rad said to himself, knowing Karl wouldn't respond.
"Your prize money will be given upon teleportation back to the meeting grounds. You can give your thoughts to the public in an interview there!"
Rad stopped walking when he realized he's be teleported.
"One more thing, Raditzu."
"Heh," Rad looked up at the megaphone.
"Never forget. 43 People fought and died on this island. Never forget what they did Who they became, and what they had to overcome obstacles. Don't ruin their defeat by forgetting. This game isn't about the loss, it's about dealing with it."
"Now that," Raditzu said, again, to himself. "Is something I can agree with."
#18 Raditzu WINNER
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