Kitty Korlac's Survival Island

[Blink]

The inside of the plane was stuffy, but Dave Tucker was keeping it together. He was standing near the front of the plane, facing away from the rear so the fifty-ish cast members of Survival Island were all behind him. In front of him was a camera-woman with her equipment draped over her shoulder, nearly as big as she was. Because of the wind the plane had generating, he had his bucket-hat wrapped around his neck, allowing his dark hair to be exposed. For now, he was focusing on the words he was going to be saying soon, as opposed to what was actually happening around him.

Around him were many different bodies, all lined up along the length of plane's interior, sitting on an uncomfortable bench. Each of them had a backpack and goggles. Most of them were sitting stoic, not looking phased at the least. Some were glaring around in an attempt to look intimidating. Some looked scared out of their mind. Understandable, considering they were thousands of feet above the ground that would serve as the battleground for this violent game they were going to play.

The intercom came to life with the voice of the pilot. "T-Minus thirty seconds to airtime, forty-five seconds to drop window."

Dave nodded, mainly to himself. His camera-guru nodded back at him as they communicated silently. His eyes glances up at the red light behind her, which turned yellow almost as soon as his eyes rested on it. "Alright, showtime, y'all!" He shouted down the length of the plane. Even with all the noise around them as the plane screamed through the sky, his voice still carried all the way to the back of it. "Good luck!"

When his eyes focused on the camera, the female under it began to count down with her hand, starting with five. Four. Three. Two. Showtime.

"Yo, whaddup Omniverse, its your boy D-Tuck up here above Survival Island! Behind me right now are about fifty of the baddest mofos in the verses, about to fight it out for your entertainment and their glory!" He held tightly with one hand onto a rope that was secured to the plane's ceiling, while waving his other one frantically to emphasize his words. "These folks have been told the rules, given a map and now in a few seconds, they're about to jump out this plane and land somewhere on Survival Island. Some of these guys came in with teams, partners, enemies, family...but in the end, only one of them is gonna be standing tall at the end and crown themselves champion!" The yellow light in front of him turned bright green. It was time. "Alright folks!" He screamed back at the cast, "You got thirty seconds to get the hell outta this plane! Go go go!"

Almost immediately, several bodies disappeared. D-Tuck led his camera-person down the single aisle so it was clear to the audience what was happening. The fighters all had a watch on one of their wrists, which showed exactly where they were on the island. Using this, they were able to pinpoint exactly when to pull lever by their seat, which briefly opened up the wall behind them and send them flying out of the plane. Well, falling out of the plane.

"Now this moment is critical, y'all," D-Tuck was explaining to the camera. He pointed to the windows, specifically at several parachutes opening up to show many of the players safely heading towards the island. "These guys need to choose exactly when to jump. Do they want to land in the woods, away from all the trouble? Do they want to drop in a town, where all the goodies are? Plus! If they got an alliance going on, they need to land close to their buddies and far away from anyone else." As he talked, more and more people were dropping out of the plane. By the time he and the camera were looking down the plane's aisle, only a handful were left, waiting to pull their levers.

"T-Minus ten seconds until drop zone ends," warned the intercom.

"That means if you don't pull that lever soon, you will be dropped automatically!" D-Tuck translated for the pilot. There were only a few bodies left at that point, and one by one they began to drop from the plane. At the end of the ten seconds, only one single person in a flight suit was left. A loud beeping noise emitted from the speaker system, and then that last contestant was left soaring into the wild blue sky. The television host turned to the camera and spoke right into it. "The game is on, y'all! Keep it right here on Kitty's Kontent for live updates, commentary from your's truly, and all the gruesome, wild action! Yea baby!"

He held his pose for a moment, until the camera-woman put her fingers up to signal she was done streaming the broadcast. In a flash, Dave Tucker dropped down onto one of the seated, letting out a sigh of relief. That was a thrilling shot to make, but damn if he wasn't stressed watching all those people skydiving out of a plane. Especially considering their destination.

"You good?" The camera-girl asked. Dave looked up. It was first time he actually got to speak to his partner in broadcasting. She was a lanky Asian girl, but clearly had some strength if she could keep that camera up for so long without budging. She just blinked at him, awaiting a response. "What now?"

Dave took a look out of the window, glancing down at the island. The plane was turning around in order to do a pass over the action, and then headed over to the offices that the staff would call home. He was able to get a very clear shot of the previously uninhabited verse in all of its creepy glory. "Now we head back to to the studio and watch the show." He looked up at her and gave a slight smile. One that showed a little bit of his on-screen persona creeping through as he said: "Its gonna be a good one."