Day One: Early Morning

[Jinpo]

?Ehh . . . its way too early for this.? The Namekian uttered to the early morning as Karl Jak ended his opening comments. ?Where the hell am I anyway?? Cargo spun three hundred and sixty degrees, trying to gain any clues as to where he had been transported; however, there were no landmarks that stood out to him. The only things of any interest were a few abandoned buildings. He inhaled deeply as he walked towards one of them, letting the air flow up through his nose, taking in the air of the competition. He had to get in the mindset of Dante?s Abyss. The teenager needed to become a killer. Metal Koola had done a good thing, by his standards. He had given Cargo a chance to get what he wanted, but it was up to the kid whether he would capitalize on the opportunity thrust into his lap.

?So, what did the lovely people of the tournament bestow upon be for the bloodshed?? the green teen asked himself. As he unzipped the thirty-seventh out of forty-four standard issue DA bags, a deprecating smile crept onto the Namekian youngling?s lips. ?This is going to be fun finding ways to brutally murder people with this.?

Silence overtook the child as he considered his previous words. As a child, Cargo talked to anyone who would listen, so being alone caused the kid to open up to himself. While they may have been comical in nature, the realization dawned on the jade-toned warrior that he might actually have to kill someone, by any means necessary. Cargo?s childlike side wouldn?t be able to do that. It needed to disappear for this game of survival and death.

?Find each other. Kill each other.?

The words of the strange host reverberated around in the adolescent?s head. All 43 of the other competitors wouldn?t hesitate to chop the small Namekian?s head right off his shoulders; Cargo had to be the same way. The child turned as he reached the doorway of the closest building, only to see two monkeys wrestling across the ground, looking similar to a tumbleweed blowing across a dusty road.

?Even the animals are into it . . . this will be fun.? This striking symbol motivated the kid and got his head fully into the competition. Cargo pulled out the map of the island as he entered the edifice and thought about the best plan of attack.