The camera opened up on an empty gym locker room. Faint punching, clanking, and grunting echoed from behind the orange-ish brown walls. The much clearer sound of a door opening creaked in, accompanied with fluorescent light streaming in from the left.
"Hey dude," a voice came from behind the camera. "Nice jo- OH JESUS!"
"Ah, it's nothing," another voice came from outside the frame. The door closed and, with it, cut off the light.
"You sure you want to get on tape looking like that?"
"Yeah. Just give it a minute or so, I'll be fine."
A red man looking absolutely eviscerated hobbled in from the left and sat down on a bench. Chunks of his flesh were missing in various places, including his face, and multiple limbs were bent in unnatural ways, but he sat down glaring into the camera all the same.
"Alright good, because I've already started recording."
"Wait, what?!"
"I'm sorry, man. I thought you were gonna win!"
"I did."
A silence hung over the locker room. A grin crept across the man's face as skin and muscle started growing over the missing chunks.
"You know what? This is good. Let's start like this." A leg audibly cracked into place. "What information am I supposed to give again?"
"Uhh, your name and why you're entering. Background's optional."
"Alright. My name's Khaldun and I'm representing all the neglected freaks out there. You know, like me." His right arm snapped back into its socket. "Shun us all you want; kick us, beat us, tear us apart… At the end of it all, it'll be us freaks who run the world. Give it a few years."
The last of the missing skin on his cheeks regenerated, leaving an x-shaped scar over his left eye as the only blemish on his body.
"Alright, that'll do. Cut it there."
Tape end.