Day One: Part 1

[Blink]

In the end, Blink had chosen to not go after the 'easter egg' item. It was a tempting offer, but it didn't make a lot of strategic sense. Everyone who had a weapon as useless as she did was going to go for the possibility of getting better odds. Those that had good weapons and were looking to pick off the weaker players would want to go there for a good hunting opportunity. But even though she didn't want to go jump into what was surely going to be a clusterfuck, she wasn't going to just hide in a tree for the duration of the game.

She had come into this for the chance to find her place in this strange universe. Hiding in a tree for seven days while the competitors picked each other off wasn't a fight. It was a really bad camping trip. So she had grabbed her pack and headed off.

Unfortunately, what she found wasn't a fight. She had found a victim. Someone that had already lost the game and was just waiting for the privilege to leave it. She watched as the emerald-haired man tried to climb his way up the rocky hillside. He hadn't noticed her. She wasn't too pleased with what she found - she was hoping for a brawl, or at least a chase. Maybe even someone she could just talk to and potentially work with. This wasn't fun. This was just sad. She had ran into someone who truly played the game already, while she just camped out.

It didn't take long for her to eliminate him. She put her small foot on his head and kept his battered face in the sandy ground long enough for him to give out. Once it was done, she was respectful enough to roll him him the few feet it took her to get under a tree, out of the immediate line of sight of anyone walking up. After that, she took his pack and walked off, continuing in her chosen direction - she wanted to look though his pack somewhere that wasn't in the immediately vicinity of his corpse.

Claire was still thinking about the 'fight 'when she dropped her butt on a rock a couple football fields away. It was not what she had signed up for. Her eyes gazed into his pack to find that he had used very little of what he was given so far. She went ahead and cracked open one of the water bottles, now that her supples had doubled. She began to load her bag with his stuff, until she came to the gloves.

They were these big green boxing-sized globes that he was wearing when she eliminated him. She looked confused as she held them up, trying to place them. Then she her eyes bulged. Hulk! she squeaked inwardly. Sure enough, they were giant gloves based on the one and only Avenger, The Hulk. She had many run-ins with the monster known as Bruce Banner - in several different universes and timelines. But she had never dealt with gloves made like a replica of his meaty hands. She couldn't help but smile as she deposited the gloves in her now-heavier bag. They were about as useful as her barbie doll, but it didn't make sense to leave them behind.

"Alright," she said aloud to no one, for what she realized was the first time since the game started almost seven hours ago. She looked up in front of her to see the sun rising over the horizon. A smile crossed her face. "I guess I'm officially in the game now. It might not have been pretty, but...I did it."

She still didn't know what she was doing in the Omniverse. She still had no idea what she was going to do when this game was over. But for now, she felt content. She had found a temporary place in this world and it was enough to keep her restlessness from squirming out of her.

"One down, 44 to go," she mumbled, hopping off the rock she was sitting on. "Piece of cake." With a flash of pink lightning, she disappeared, onto the next adventure.