On a curb with the street bustling in the distance, a tan figure sat with a scythe in his lap.
"Hey all, Drifts here!" He smiled and waved. "You probably know me, been doing this thing for a few years now, yeah. Fought a few of the greats, few of the not-so-greats, but overall I'd say I've been around the block a few times."
Picking up his weapon, he tapped the blade. It gave off a quick spark.
"Oh baby lemme tell ya, this scythe has seen things you would not believe," he chuckled to himself. "But you know what? It's time for it to see some new things. Word around the street is that there's a lot of newcomers trying out for this tourney, 'fresh meat' some people call 'em. And I'm looking forward to that! See, after a while, it starts to feel like you're seeing the same people over 'n over again."
With the tip of his scythe, Drifts carved out faces in the sidewalk while he talked. "Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't like the other vets, it's just… I wanna see some new faces. Get to know some new people. Plus a few of 'em are a little… intense." His smile faded. "You ever see them in action? They can really mess each other up! Sure I'll snap a leg or two, but that's where I draw the line."
He stared at the faces for a few seconds, then crossed one of them out with his scythe.
"But I'm hopeful for the future. This'll be a lot of fun, I feel!" He cracked a smile again. "And if I can win that prize money, well, all the better! Until then, this is Drifts signing off!"
Tape end.