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  1. Craig sat on a lawn chair he had stolen from a local chair shop, smoking a cigar as he looked upon the sunset view. It was a quiet day in the Arena, with people dying left and right while Craig just sat back and laughed his ass off as they died. In other words, it had been a normal day for him. "That's the shit." Craig sighed, taking a long drag of his cigar as he saw the final participant of his game die, paving way towards a winner. It was some generic-looking girl, a pretty face with nothing else memorable. All the skeleton did was clap, give the winner their free middle-finger-in-a-can, and was soon back to staring off into the horizon.
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  3. Honestly, what he couldn't understand was why he was so apathetic.
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  5. Craig took yet another drag of his cigar as he cast a glance towards a corpse, recently deceased... by, like, two days or so. The skeleton had a thinly-concealed murder fetish, and the thought of people dying left and right was pleasing. However, something just didn't click with him. This corpse had to have been one of the foulest yet, description too gruesome to say without turning an eye in disgust. To Craig, it really wasn't all that special. Seeing their cloudy eyes wasn't as exhilarating as usual, and, too put it simply, was fucking boring. It was pathetic. This dude didn't even die correctly. The skeleton took one last drag of his cigar before chucking it at the carcass, scoffing as he saw ash litter their disfigured back. He couldn't even breathe. Why was he smoking?
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  7. "Well," hummed Craig, putting his hands behind his head. "This sucks ass. What the hell am I doing with my life, aside from causing misery to others? You can't really get higher than that." A thought then occurred to him. All this time, he has been doing it by himself, no one else helping him annoy the shit out of people alongside him. It was a weird idea, but maybe, if he had a group of people he mutually knew, would he finally be able to sate his boredom? A wicked grin spread on his face as he jumped off of the chair, landing on his bony feet and right onto the skull of the body he was inspecting earlier. Crimson lines appeared on his toes and his general lower body, but it was nothing he couldn't wash off.
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  9. "Yeah, sure, why not? I bet I can make this work. Maybe that shithead Umaru or whatever she's called and her clique of bitches can come help me somehow, I bet that'll work..."
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  11. It really wouldn't, but he was bored, and he would have been up for literally anything else. Off he went, on his quest to sate his monotony and finally bring some action to his life... He could betray his teammates, too, if nothing went his way. That's a plus. What's better than a bit of drama?
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