Day One: Early Morning

[Bujin]

That was neat, Rae?s voice echoed in Bujin's head as he found himself standing on a beach. The blue man clicked his tongue at the sound of the female voice, but he decided not to say anything. What could he say ? it was neat. How he could be standing in an annoyingly crowded barracks one moment, and then be thrust onto a new, entirely peaceful scene was beyond him. All he knew was that the game was bound to start eventually, and the killing would commence. For now, though, he would just sit back and enjoy the scenery. When would he be able to again?

Bujin looked around and saw his oh-so-useful bag lying next to him. He extended the nearest arm in an attempt to grab it, and he did so. Unzipping the bag, he opted to just dump out all of its contents. The sustenance came out first, then the scouter and his weapon came plopping out next. Bujin winced at the event, realizing that a careless action like that could have crushed the scouter, leaving him metaphorically blind. Luckily, his weapon didn?t even make a scratch on the scouter, and all of the items came out in one piece. Fate would have to wait another time to foil his random plans.

The waves are pretty, Rae sighed dreamily, Nothing can ruin this setting ? nothing.

Then Karl What?s-His-Face?s voice voiced echoed across the island, provoking an eye roll from the former psychic. Bujin had a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach urging him to listen to what the man had to say, but frankly, he didn?t feel like it. He knew the name of the game ? and more importantly, the rules ? so the chances of Karl telling him something that he didn?t already know were pretty slim. However, one sentence did manage to break through Bujin?s shield of apathy.

Find each other. Kill each other.

?Nothing can ruin this setting, eh?? Bujin laughed at his imaginary friend.

Shut up, Rae growled. Just get up.

So he did. The scouter revealed what he recognized to be the map of the island. He knew his location, so obviously, he knew that there was a lot more land to be explored. Reaching up to scratch an itch that had been bothering him since he landed on the island, he found out that either his neck was made of steel, or something was covering it. Grabbing the collar, he tugged on it lightly.

Don?t do that! Rae cried. Jesus, Bujin, how careless could one person possibly be?

Bujin vaguely recalled hearing about the collar?somewhere. He remembered something about explosions, but that was about it. Thinking about it, maybe Rae was right. If it somehow exploded, he would be too dead to even regret doing it. Shrugging, he began putting everything back into the bag and picked it up. He didn?t like the thought of killing people while carrying a man bag, but he would figure something out.