Day One: Early Morning

[Warako]

"Ladies and Gentlemen," came a voice on the intercom in the VIP Room. "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!"

Warako shook in anticipation; he hadn’t been this excited since Queq had given up on smacking the young Namekian upside the head. “Time to party in paradise,” sang a joyous Warako who was beginning to slightly dance in his sitting position.

“20, 19, 18…” counted the Namekian as he waited for the teleportation to happen, the thought of being on such a soothing island to relax after saving the Universe was more than the Savior could comprehend.

In an instant, the Namekian had been transported to the rugged dirty ground of apparently the Paradise Island. “Oh, fuck this game,” whined Warako who stood up and began to dust himself off with his scaly fingers, “I have the worst luck.”

"Can everyone hear me?" Came Karl's voice on the megaphones across the island. "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!"

Warako’s head dropped, he had been tricked. Here he saw an ex-ally on some electronic billboard machine dancing on a nice luscious green island dubbed Dante’s Abyss, when in actuality it was nothing but a destroyed city.

“God damn hooded guys keep fucking with me,” bitched Warako who grabbed his honorary gift bag from Karl Jak and began wandering around in the darkened ruins. “I was practically violated by Giant Scorpions and Hooded Guys, like anything worst can happen to me here.”


(Short and Vulgar, just like myself.)