Character Situation Challenge: Eliminated

Balath stared with despise deep into his image that reflect on the glass wall that separated him from the coliseum. His grip thigh around his short sword's grip (Sorry for the grammatical repetition, I need to work on that). The simple gladiator attire he whore had been scrapped down to just a metal plate on his left shoulder, from which blood was dropping at an alarming rate, he'd been so distracted by the reflection he forgot his left arm was chopped off. "You...You...!" the words stacked in he closed his eyes, three horizontal wrinkles formed on his forehead, his teeth gritted, a shout formed in his stomach, he was going to let it all out.

"Ouch, what an ugly wound, m'lord." Said Felix, Balath's squire. Not a very short boy, but still two heads shorter than his master. "A Glassified Arm right there and you'll be like new m'lord". He added. But Balath rushed against the young squire and in a whirl with his fist out, sent the boy flying towards the glass, Balath then rose his sword, letting it rest against Felix's throat. A tear tripped off Balath's cheek, he lowered his head. Felix was scared, but he didn't show it, he tried to suppress any thoughts regarding fear and just accepted everything that could happen. Balath, instead of letting his primal nature control, he just whispered in the boy's ear. "Do, not. Never... never again." He then left the boy off, regaining his composure. Seal the wound... And do not crystallize it." Was the only thing he ordered.

Fucking. Bullshit.

*Shi crosses her legs, the scowl plastered on her face as hard as the iron chair she had been provided. In front of her, the other contestants continue to watch the awards ceremony-- their disingenuous smiles softened by the luxury seats they had been provided. Because one of the cancelled DLC characters from last month made a return, there were ten bodies to fill nine seats; and because of Shi's last place in the rankings, Shi got the shit seat. As the crowd cheers for Fay, the sultry Barbarian Queen and winner of the 2k16 Fans of Ervice Character Contest, Shi continues to violently mumble into her bluetooth.*

That's all there is to it, this entire process is bullshit, and nyao I have to stare at the first place prize from this fucking dunce's seat. All the character concepts got up onstage, flaunted their tits at the audience, and walked back up the runway shaking their "purrfect" asses. Every single one, all nyan of the other contestants have done nothing but flaunt sex appeal, and all I've seen tonight is cleavage and thunder thighs. Nothing mew under the sun.

*Shi lets out a low growl, the months of method acting she had taken to get the part of Selina the Feral still reverberating in her mannerisms.*

What do they have that I don't, besides a second D in the bra size and an extra foot of fabric in the rear? I've got tech, I've got cat puns, I've got cool moves-- hell, I've got thrice as many playstyle variations than the rest of these tramps. But no, of course not, I wasn't designed with tits and ass, so I'm the one that ends up getting royally shafted.

*Gina, Queen of Frost, looks to the back row from her Second-Runner-Up seat, and Shi bares her fangs in a scowl before continuing her hushed tirade.*

Why the fuck am I even here if this is a fanservice contest, anyways? "A feral warrior, fresh from the jungle, skills honed to please the wildest of combat fantasies." Yay, that's me, a feline fetish fuel wearing a tribal outfit. You know, I could have done better than this. I could have done so much fucking better than this. I hear tail that League has been hiring recently, and Bastet knows I could do better than this.

*Fay finally finishes her five minute acceptance speech, ending with congratulating all the other contestants for their performances. As she goes down the list of name, she makes a point to put as little emphasis on Shi as possible-- and the feline actor lets out a sharp breath in return.*

Actually, you know what? Fuck it. That's it. Fuck. It. I'm going to go give the guy in charge a meowthful.

*Confetti bursts down upon the scantily clad contestants, yet the ranks of the losers are now one shy of double digits. Shi, her seat far enough in the back to leave without entering any camera angles, had wrapped her eight tails around herself and stormed out-- taking the folding chair with her out of spite.*

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By the time he was pulled from the water he was panting. Renji had spent the better part of three months training his body for the swim competition and in the end it had been all for nothing. He had been so close when it happened, only a lap away from winning two thousand dollars when his body had betrayed him.

Days of studying, training, and looking after his sister had left little time for food or water. His body had given out under the water and the lifeguards had to drag him to the side of the pool. How was he to go back to Nina and tell her he couldn't pay for a doctor, that he had failed her and she would have to suffer threw the high fever alone. He had no dought that the sweet right year old would forgive him but that only made it worse.

What kind of brother was he?! He had found one thing that could help. One possible way to stop her from hurting, and he had ruined it by being weak! The man who won waved happily, if not a bit gloatingly, as Renji gathered his things. He had to get home, he told the worried people around him. He kept his head down and when the winner had reached out to shake his hand he grabbed it desperatly. "You did good." he said with a false smile, after all it was his own falt for failing. He didn't stay for the after party, instead making his way home to releave his nabor from her watch and replace the to warm wrag on a feverish head. "I failed you little one, I failed and I'm so sorry." he muttered over and over again as soft breaths turned gasping.