Day One: Morning

[Jinpo]

Tick . . . tock . . . tick . . . tock . . .

Time dragged slothfully along as the Namekian child sat within the building he had entered many hours ago. Having already ramsacked the empty home, he found very little he could use; however, hot water was a plus. He would need that later. Cargo wanted to get up and get into the game, but he needed to play the game smartly. Giving in to childlike wants and needs was not the way to win; in fact, it was a great way to die. While all the rest of the competitors would waste their energy, playing the deadly game, the kid would bide his time. He?d wait for the perfect moment and capitalize on some other moron?s mistake. Bullding up his patience is not why Cargo entered Dante?s Abyss, but charging into a battle wasn?t the way to accomplish his goal. So, he would wait.

. . . and wait.

. . . and wait.

The moon gave way to the sun and consciousness gave way to lethargy and torpidity in the teenager?s body. Cargo took full advantage of the abandoned bedroom in the house he inhabited. Flopping down on the stiff, sheetless bed, the child?s eyes instantly felt like they weighed 2 tons. For someone who hadn?t done much, he sure was exhausted. He tried his best to stay wary, but The Namekian?s green eyelids hit the bottom of the socket like greased lightning and we was asleep before you could say, ?Kill me now!?

A sense of tranquility flowed through the Namekian as sleep overtook him. If he was going to win Dante?s Abyss, he would triumph with cunning and resourcefulness and strength. He was searching for anything inside of him that could help him become stronger. As his spirit traversed the complicated pathways of his mind, it appeared as if the world around the youngling slowed down. Cargo?s representation of himself inside his mind fell downwards until he landed painless on the ground and the bottom of what seemed like a bottomless pit.

Knock Knock.

The soul of the young fighter came upon a doorway. Out from every crevasse of the entrance shown a bright white light.

?This must be it. There must be something behind here that can make me stronger. A secret hidden within me. A power that I can harness to defeat any enemy that comes my way. Something great . . .?

Reaching out, the Namekian warrior tried to open the door to unlock the secrets it contained. Unfortunately, it was locked.

?Crap!? his inner self bellowed. ?I guess I?ll have to FORCE IT OPEN!? Cargo delivered kick after kick to the hearty door, hoping to knock it off of its hinges. ?Why won?t this stupid door open!? he yelled. A look of frustration etched itself upon the real Cargo?s visage, as his spirit tried desperately to know the secret that was barricaded inside this door. ?COME ON!!!!!!?

A final punch was thrown, breaking a hole straight through center of the door. The light burst out, blinding the Namekian and knocking him backwards. The force inside was devastating. The Namekian could not help but feel excited as he stood up and began to walk towards the door.

Cargo. You are not yet ready to harness this vast power. Until the time is right, you will not be able to properly unlock this door. Forcing your way through it will only lead to trouble as you would not be able to control the power behind it. Only through great will power and a drive to succeed will you be able to become stronger. Until then, work hard . . .

The emerald adolescent leapt up out of the bed, weapon in hand. Cold sweat had dried on the Namekian?s visage and drenched his tunic, but he had gained one thing: the knowledge that he could win. A sleeping giant had been awakened.