Day One: Early Morning

[Orion]

"Well well, back again."

Koola stood proudly beneath the moonlit night, the luminated landscape hiding a plethora of eager, powerful and brave warriors beyond sight. What an awesome opportunity! Not only was he supposed to kill people, which happened to be a favourite hobby of his, but his murdering finese would be broadcast all over the galaxy! What more could the Icer want than recognition he so sorely deserved?

Emphatically pulling open his drawstring bag, the changeling pawed through its contents. Food, water, an unusual looking device... he picked it out and examined it. Under the dimly lit sky it was hard to make out, but Koola wasn't interested in kissing. He wanted to know what it was.

Pushing a button, it made a bright flash of light. The startled prince dropped it, unaware of the sudden action it would take. He peered at it, steadily watching it lest it decided to attack him again. With a fast retrieval with his tail, Koola dropped the device back into the bag. Maybe he could scare someone else with it later.

As he closed his sack, it was then he noticed the clamp around his neck. He put a hand to it; it was cold as steel, and locked on tight. The prince quickly became indignant. Both hands reached for it, grasping it firmly to yank it off.

"I am no one's ---"

Koola was cut off by a warning beep. It felt as if fear became a knife and stabbed him in the gut. He remembered, from last year. Take off the collar, expect spontaneous combustion. The prince let his pride go for the sake of his participation.

"Can everyone hear me?" The overly homosexual host of Dante's Abyss' voice filled the air, despite the apparent lack of sound equipment. "Welcome to your new home for the next seven days! Here is all you need to know; find each other. Kill each other. If a winner is not found in seven days...nobody wins! So let's not let that happen, kay? Good luck, kiddies!"

"Boy, I hope the winner gets a little personal time with that queen."

Turning to the trees, the violet skinned fighter smirked, almost unable to contain his glee. "An entire island of victims..." he said quietly to himself, "just waiting for me."