(Pre-Show) The Barracks

[Gilgamesh]

Gilgamesh entered the tube elevator with his heart at his feet. He would show this Karl Jak he was not a toy to be played with…The elevator door shut and the man waved goodbye with a slick smile on his face. The nerve of the man…Gilgamesh pressed the L button and watched it light up as the elevator shot down towards the floor. The music seemed demented to Gilgamesh now, as if there were some facade going on…The elevator jolted to a stop and Gilgamesh walked off the elevator and watched it shut before him. The access code gleaming in read letters "Please input 4-digit code", he scoffed and walked it off. He headed towards the Barracks, towards the far end. Gilgamesh strode up to the barracks passing by many fans, hearing many voices but none of it mattered. The rage and shame he felt from that meeting strove him to destroy anything that came across his path.

Gilgamesh saw the word "Barracks" in bright red and he pushed through the two giant doors to notice this giant bustling center. The doors opened with a giant creak as he entered in with his angry attitude. He glared around and the maze of black queue lines, and Gilgamesh saw the emptiness that followed and noticed the man at the end with a clipboard and the look on his face that said, "I hate this fucking job." Gilgamesh walked through the Queue lines, causing them to wrap around his waist as he continued to press forward. He stumbled a bit as the lines grew ever more massive and he eventually tripped and fell on his face causing himself to be even more agitated. The King got a great inspection of the tile floor, seemingly sticky and disgusting, almost as if someone had deposited the lifetime supply of dirt and grime right on the spot he landed on. His skin was sticking to the floor as he pushed himself up from the grimy floor. He brushed off the dust off of his shirt and peeled a wad of gum off of his fine, leather shoes. Animals.

The man before him was a prime example of what he wanted to be rid of in this world. The man was bone-thin, pepperoni faced, glasses, nasally voice, and worst of all an attitude. He lowered his glasses and seemed to inspect the King. His nasally voice piercing his ears with a shrill, "And Who might you be?" the man took out a pen and clicked it, twirled it, and then looked expectantly at the contestant. Gilgamesh glared at him before speaking, "My name is King Gilgamesh, and you will learn to respect me." He grabbed the man's collar in an attempt of intimidation but the man ignored it and just crossed the King's name off of his list. He shoved the King's hands off his collar before going to a small podium and retrieving a small trinket.

"Ah well yes, Karl wanted you to wear this a bit early. It limits your abilities on the island…also here so you don't freak out and kill everyone. Now move along." He handed the King the collar with a forced smile before patting him on the back. Gilgamesh raised his fist and the recent memory of the videotape came back into his mind. He turned around and looked at this thing, the metal opened with a snap, welcoming the King's neck into it's cold embrace. "Are you kidding? You are going to put this onto me? A KING!" Gilgamesh walked closer to the man aggressively and the man did nothing but shrug which only incurred the King's wrath further. "Karl said that if you don't comply, something about a video? I'm not sure…" Gilgamesh's heart dropped again, damn you Karl…The King hesitantly put the thing around his neck, glancing at the man, almost seeing him break down in laughter as the King humiliated himself. The cold metal barely touched his neck before snapping shut, the unforgiving metal pinched the back of his neck and he was choking. They treat him like an animal?! He shall make them pay. Gilgamesh grit his teeth as he lowered the collar just so it would not suffocate him. He swallowed his enormous pride before taking a step towards his cell, but he heard footsteps behind him. The King glanced over his shoulder to see the doors open and the Mosquito Princess to walk in, proud and unencumbered.