Day One: Early Morning

[Deo]

As his tongue slipped back between his lips, he closed his eyes, nestling down into the pillow which gave about as much comfort as a paper bag stuffed with rocks. Clearly they weren't pulling out all the stops to give their fighters the creature comforts. He grunted, raising his head, and thrusting it back into the pillow in an attempt to soften the lumps. But all he managed to do was release a poot of horrid smelling dust from either side of the pillow.

At his side, one of the other contestants placed his hand over his purple nose, a look of disgust coming across his face. "Aw dude...did you just cut one?" Was the reply in a thick surfer dude accent, the bumpy rough hand waving in front of the alien's face in an attempt to thin out the dust.

Kollifum sat up, shaking the fart dust out. His face looked as if someone had just given him a chocolate Hitler mustache, and it smelled just as bad. He parted his lips to shoot back a response at the grape faced humanoid, something along the lines of 'go to hell asshole', or something equally witty, but it was cut short by the loud snap crackle and pop of the speakers.

"Ladies and Gentlemen,"A voice that instantly grated on Kol's nerves echoed out. It was like some greasy snake oil salesman ready to give his pitch. "It's Karl Jak here! I hate to interrupt, but we are above the island. The game will begin in 20 seconds! Your location will be marked on your map! Good luck!"

And there it was. Snake oil, blood for the fans, same difference. Sitting up, he planted his right hand to the side of the bed, and pulled himself to stand. There was barely a moment for him to stand under his own strength before he was enveloped in light, like a flash grenade popping in his eyes.

He placed the back of his fist to his right eye, rubbing profusely as he cursed. Son of an ass whore, and a few others passed his lips. His pupil adjusted, and he still managed to see a dot of white light everywhere he looked as that slicker then spit voice made itself apparent again. "Can everyone hear me?"

"Clear as a bell..." The Saiyan mumbled, flexing his fingers out before him, rolling his arms at the joints, general stretches and what have you before he started exerting himself.

"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!"

Kol stuffed his hand inside the survival pack, and removed what he already knew was placed inside. The Scouter. Slapping it over his ear, and adjusting the grip, he took a moment to watch his surroundings. Grass, beach, open sky. The obvious open ended beauty lost on him, it wasn't the time for fawning over pretty flowers. This was a battlefield, and ugly or a portrait of beauty, it would stay that way.

His boot sunk into sand, and he stepped off towards the shoreline. West. West was a good choice. It started with W. So did win. Clearly this logic was infallible.