Day One: Early Morning

[Talys]

The teleportation process may have been the most interesting experience of Talys' life. The trip should have simply been an uneventful shift of setting, a quick blur of his sight and it would be over. Due to a misplaced yawn, though, it became a twisted sensation of inhaling stuffy ship air, followed by a combination of nothingness and his own innards, and finally a cool night air.

"What the fuck!?" Talys stumbled side ways on the convex plain he appeared on and gasped for breath. "Oh. . ."

The warrior looked up suddenly after making sure his body's need was met and was taken aback by what he saw. He had appeared on what seemed to be a large hill over looking much of the island and it was, for lack of a more manly word, beautiful. From his point of vantage, the raven haired fighter could see the entire island in all of its varied landscape.

"Well damn," he muttered, passing his gaze from a far-off forest to the distant shore and then to the crumbling desert in the south. Then with a sick grin creeping onto his face, "It's almost a pity that this place is set as the stage to our twisted performance. . .This could be a lot more fun than I anticipated."

The lean man's attention was then turned towards the bag that he had dropped in his near suffocation.

"I wonder what they've given me anyway. . ." he knelt down and unzipped the package. "Let's see, food and water. . .not enough to ration over the entire competition healthily, though. . .These bastards know how to make life interesting. . .I'll have to at least kill one person to live in relative comfort. . .A map, a compass and. . .Oooh, a scouter. That should be useful."

He clipped the device into position flipped it on. He turned his attention back to the sack and was surprised at what he saw.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me. . .This is my weapon?"

The warrior lifted up a smaller, black zip bag with a large logo stamped onto the front. He slowly undid the zipper with a look of disbelief spreading across his face. Within the case was a thin plastic frame which divided the inside into several sections, the most spacious of which held a large, dark gray, rectangular box. The others contained several objects of similar shape, though much smaller.

"A game boy? This fucking kicks ass!"

A child-like glee spread across the hardened man's face.

"Bomberman? Super Mario? Fucking Pokemon Red? Hells yeah!"

The warrior let out a cackle and walked down the hill, his mind suddenly full of conflicting emotions. The laughter continued as the Pokemon theme music bounced out of the tiny speakers of his new toy and went on, still, as he stumbled down the hill until he nearly lost control.

The unknown Talys in a great tournament full of fighters hundreds of times stronger than himself and he was armed with what? A Gameboy. As the moment weighed down on him, he realized that keeping this light hearted air may be difficult.

OOC: Hehe, had a bit of a crazy moment at the end there, but it's two in the morning and I don't think I wrote it right. . .