Day One: Morning

[Warako]

The sun was beginning to break the horizon as the bright orange rays pierced through the darkness allowing Warako to finally get a full glimpse of his surroundings. Buildings littered the cracked streets as every intersection that the Namekian approached displayed nothing but more city blocks of desertion.

“This place sucks,” whined the Green Skin as he began checking building doors for any unlocked ones. To the Namekians surprise, all were unlocked, even some had been left wide open. It seemed a bit odd, but easily explainable, people could have ran out and not cared for their vacated complex’s. But in this particular case, it made much more sense to the young Alien to be the latter.

With the choice all his, Warako didn’t take too long to decide on a building. After all, the longer he stayed on the mean streets of Dante’s Abyss, the higher chance of the young Warrior having his body separated from his head. With seven days remaining on this competition, the Namekian had already decided on his strategy, one that would either bring him home safely, or send him home hurting…

“Paradise for seven days…” muttered the Emerald Warrior as he entered a multi-floored office complex. “Since when was a hunting game considered a paradise,” questioned the young Man who ducked in and out of multiple cubicles as he searched for the ultimate hiding spot. The Rookie continued to wander until he selected a cubicle near the window for optimal scouting of the street below. After all, it didn’t matter which desk the Namekian choose since every single desk was measured exactly the same.

With his new office desk chosen, the Dante Participant took a seat within the office chair and placed his survivor bag on the desk before him. ‘Wonder what kind of stuff they agve me,’ pondered Warako as he unzipped the bag and began shuffling around the contents with his sharp claws.

“Let’s see…” said Warako as he began to pull out each item separately as he inspected them before placing them on the desk.

“Map, Compass, Bread, Water, Scouter, and Four Rocks?” said a curious Warako as he inspected the four rocks in disgust, “What is this shit?” The Namekian was livid, and he had every right to be. This was turning into the worst vacation ever, and for someone who just saved the Universe, he demanded better service.

“These guys don’t know me at all,” complained once again the young Fighter as he tossed the bread into the next cubicle over. Now with all the contents on the desk, the Dante Contestant began his preparations, grabbing the Scouter; Warako attached it to his face.

“Karl Jak, you’re dead the moment I see you.”