Hey, y'all. I'm a cowboy- I mean Career. I also just so happen to have a southern accent.
My name is simple. It's Mason Mason. In hindsight, the name's rather idiotic. Like me!
Don't bother askin' why I'm a cowboy thousands o' years after they lived? I'm pretty sure it's Painem's form of hipster. I've never been to school. I was too busy trainin'. See, for us one dimensional Sector 2 citizens, that seems to be all we do.
My hobbies include long walks on the beach, punching things, being implied to have had or is having sex, and having a beard. Yeah, that's a hobbie. If your beard is awesome enough.
Today is the Choosing. I think I may be the most sympathetic person here.
A woman, who, due to my refusal of referencing the whole 'Ledger' thing, I cannot compare to anyone else.
"Wow. I am kind of scared to be here," She spat out, "No offense, but you all look like token antagonists."
"Hey, that's offensive!" I yelled at her. It IS true, but still offensive.
"Too bad!" She yelled back, "Let's choose the male canon fodder- I mean Contestant."
She pulled a piece of paper out of a novelty over-sized ball. "This year's male Contestant is... Weakly McTwelve!"
OH NOES! Weakly McTwelve is the weakest, twelve year old-est, most flat and boring character in this Sector! At least a dozen guys, including me, volunteered for Contestant. I don't know why, but for some reason none of us get sympathy points for doing this.
After punching out a few other guys, (I think I may see why we're not sympathetic...) I finally get to be this year's Contestant! Yeah, I get to be sent to my death!
... Damn, I'm this story's Kamuss Evermean, aren't I?
Originally, Mason was supposed to say at the end that it was a short chapter. But hey, how could I miss the opportunity to reference someone who isn't relevant yet?
Here's the list of Contestants I need:
Sector 3 Male.
Sector 4 Female.
Sector 5 Male.
Sector 5 Female.
Sector 6 Male.
Sector 8 Male.
Sector 10 Female.
Sector 11 Female.
Thanks for reading, and please review/submit!
