Chapter 94 - 96 Composition
"The program is about to begin its first segment in five minutes, where the eight contestants will introduce themselves. But before that, let’s have a commercial break."
The radio’s impassioned narration comes to an end, and the TV starts broadcasting a commercial—a three-headed mutated dog, with a can of soda covered in dewdrops in its mouth, running at breakneck speed, chased by a series of ferocious, savagely-styled post-apocalyptic pickup trucks. The advertisement is titled [Nuclear Cola, Awaken Your Taste Buds, Ignite Your Energy]
WTF...
All eight players show expressions that are a mix of pain and tightness.
To be honest, if it were just a pure deathmatch mission, where everyone just starts killing each other upon meeting, then that would be simple. Survival would depend on skill. But this [Wasteland Romance Matchmaking Variety Live Reality Show], isn’t that just too much of a trap?
Snap!
The blond, blue-eyed Caucasian male claps his hands and releases some type of Skill. An invisible wave spreads through the room, and the sounds from the television become muffled and indistinct.
"According to the narrator, it’s commercial time. I’ve released a Silence Barrier, so they can’t hear our conversation outside. To prevent the program crew’s cameras from reading our lips, I’ll put on a mask."
The Caucasian male speaks while putting on his mask.