KING

Everything is bugging me right now. I'm surrounded by conformist idiots, and I don't know how much longer I'll last. Every single day I get emotionally tortured by everyone around me! I'll recount this terrible day starting with this morning, because you're supposed to tell stories in chronological order.

I woke up this morning at 7 AM (so I don't like to sleep in, you got a problem with that?) and was putting on my white makeup and black eyeliner when all of a sudden I hear a SMACK against the window. I turned and looked to see that it had been hit by a snowball from Hwoarang, Eddy, Paul, and Christie. They were already making more.

"Take this, you gothic freak!" shouted Hwoarang, putting an edge on that last word and throwing another snowball at my window. Geez, they're such idiots! Didn't they know that they could break my window, or that they were being inconsiderate towards guys like me who like to wear makeup? I guess that was the whole point, since nobody likes me after all. The rest of Hwoarang's gang started laughing and pelting my window with snowballs. I decided to put up with it; after all, they'd get tired of it eventually. However, when one of the snowballs cracked my window I went bananas. I quickly put on my clothes and finished my makeup and then rushed outside, giving them my best angry growl. They didn't seem phased by it at all, though; instead, they LAUGHED at me! I slammed the ground in anger and furiously packed a snowball, then threw it at them. But since I'm so stupid and can't throw the snowball didn't even hit them! This had encouraged them to start attacking me with snowballs, but I had to take it like a man; if I ran away they'd just make fun of me! I curled up into a ball and moaned as I was pelted by snowballs. The snowy ground was so cold...cold...cold like the fragment of a soul that still resides in my body. Cold like the way the world treats me. Eventually those asswipes got tired of their immature game and left me alone to catch the flu or something. I decided that enough was enough, and that I wouldn't put up with this crap anymore. It's time we had a real fight around here anyway.

Breakfast came, and I sat there and played with the knife at my place while the buffet cycled around. I took some bacon, some sausage, and some eggs. That stupid whore named Michelle told me I needed to eat some fruits, and I snarled at her. Who does she think she is, telling me what to eat? She found another seat after I snarled at her, though, which made me feel better. I ate my breakfast while Heihachi talked to Boskonovich about the "old days". Shut up, you stupid old timers! Nobody cares about the day Andy Kaufman died; who was Andy Kaufman anyway? I don't care if it's your private conversation, I have the right to not put up with your stupid babbling about stuff that happened 20 or 30 years ago and I am exercising that right! …ugh, I get so cranky before breakfast. Why do I have to be so stupid like that? Ah well, that doesn't matter. The next part was more horrific; Mokujin was sitting across the table from me, and he was imitating everything I was doing (he even snarled at Christie when I snarled at Michelle). He took a different breakfast than me, though, yet passed the food the same way and took proportionally the same amount of food that I did! I started eating my bacon, and he was eating pancakes the way I was eating bacon. Finally I got tired of his stupid little antics and stood up. I let out my best wildcat roar that I could and leaned over the table in his direction, growling. Everyone except Ganryu stopped and watched what was going on, and for once Mokujin wasn't imitating anyone…it looked pretty weird. Christie and Eddy started whispering things about me, Michelle started praying to Jesus, Kazuya chuckled, and Hwoarang moved his chair away from me, but everyone else just went back to their food after that. Mokujin was frozen; I guess I scared the living daylights out of him…at least I hope I did. The rest of breakfast continued without interruption, and at the end that stupid host guy Masahiro entered, brushing back his long blond hair.

"Hey, guys!" he called out, smiling cheerfully, "It snowed all night, so you guys are gonna have some fun today. I've organized a snowball tournament for you guys!" All the others cheered, and I groaned in frustration; talk about the biggest opportunity for those jerks to mess around with my emotions. "Be outside in the main courtyard at 2:00 PM today, okay?"

"No," I muttered to myself. I sighed in dismay and left the room, unnoticed as always. I knew today was going to be a long day. I made sure that I would stay inside and listen to some heavy metal instead of going out and getting pelted with snowballs. I even decided to drink hot cocoa and flaunt it while they were outside in the cold. So a while after lunch I was in my room, Guns N' Roses blasting from my boom box (hey, us goths can like music other than goth music), hot cocoa in hand, when I heard a knock on the door. Groaning, I opened it hastily and rolled my eyes; it was that jerk Hwoarang. He had this "trying hard not to laugh" look on his face, and I growled at him.

"Hey King, I found something outside that you might like," he said, "It's worth going outside for, I promise." I didn't like talking to such popular people; they always know how to manipulate you into humiliating yourself. Bearing this in mind, I turned a cold shoulder on him.

"Bring it here," I mumbled. Obviously his ego was through the roof and he wasn't a nice person at all after what he said next:

"What am I, your slave? Get your coat on and let's go before it gets covered in snow!" he said, in an urging tone. He even grabbed me by the wrist; big mistake. I snarled and broke free, pushing him out of my room.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" I shouted at him, bitterness in my voice. I went and got my black trench coat on, then followed him outside into the snow. However, all the others were outside making snow mounds, so I looked at Hwoarang suspiciously.

"…what time is it?" I asked Hwoarang, putting on a menacing face and fearing the worst. Suddenly I felt the impact of a snowball to the back of the head.

"It's 2:00!" shouted Hwoarang, laughing at me, "LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE!"

All hell broke loose.

The usual suspects went for each other (Nina vs. Anna, Kazuya vs. Heihachi vs. Jin, Tiger vs. Eddy, Kuma vs. Paul), and that stupid little dinosaur Gon was throwing that annoying little beach ball of his at anyone who came near him. I glared at Hwoarang, made a snowball, and reared back to bean him with it but was hit in the face by a long throw from Bruce.

"Come on, Smiles, you can do better than that!" laughed Hwoarang. Rage burned in my eyes as I roared and charged straight at him, intent on tackling him. However, in my rage I had forgotten that he was a tae kwon do master, so I didn't expect it when he threw me over his head with his legs. I landed in the wreckage of the "pimpmobile" (why does everything have to be "fab" these days? It's just a car with a bunch of unnecessary accessories) and hit my head hard, but that just made me even angrier. What really angered me was that I'm a relatively big guy (you'd think that my being buff would get me a girlfriend), and he isn't, yet he still managed to do that. I decided to try and beat him at his own little game and started to make a big snowball, but when I looked up to aim I had to duck down because now snowballs were literally flying everywhere.

Boskonovich had created a snowball minigun, which he had mounted and was now firing at everyone. How he managed to do this in less than a day I don't know, but hey, the guy's a genius…a bit too much of a genius. He's also a really nice guy and never says anything mean to anyone, which made the fact that he was shooting us with a snowball minigun even stranger. People hid behind pre-made snow "bunkers" to escape from the terror and occasionally lobbed snowballs to try and hit the old scientist. Kazuya, acting like the usual egotistical bastard he is, got up and made a mad dash towards Jin, wooden spatula raised above his head like an Indian with a tomahawk, but he was quickly knocked down by a hail of snowballs and was down for the count. Finally Heihachi hit him dead on in the face with a snowball, and then he and the others chased Boskonovich off the field.

I, however, being the genius that I am, started gathering an armful of snow while everyone else was preoccupied with that old hack. Hwoarang turned to start dueling Jin with the snowballs and everyone else returned to their original conflicts, but I made a mad dash towards Hwoarang, bunching the hunk of snow I held in my arms into a ball-like shape. My hands got really cold, but I didn't care; all I wanted was revenge on that stuck-up jerk. I started walking towards him, and then it escalated into a jog, and finally a full-out sprint. Hwoarang had his back to me, which only made me run faster to surprise him with the giant snowball. Some of the others saw me and simply watched, and one of these people was Jin. Jin simply pointed at me with a shocked look on his face, and Hwoarang turned around to see me in the air with the giant hunk of snow above my head. I roared as I threw it down full force at his face. This is where the game got really nasty. The giant snowball of death hit him square in the face and knocked him down, which made me burst out laughing. However, it turns out that I had given him a concussion, because he didn't get back up for a few minutes. Everyone had crowded around us, and Jin helped Hwoarang to his feet, wiping snow off his face. Michelle, being the bossy motherly type she is, stepped forward and pointed a finger at me.

"You need to learn not to play so rough!" she shouted, in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Yeah, King…I think you kinda overdid it there," said Christie, brushing hair out of her face. Hwoarang did not show any anger; he was too dazed and cold. I didn't feel sorry for him, though. I think he gave me a look that said very clearly, "Okay, we're enemies now." Jin and Michelle carried Hwoarang off the field and into the mansion, and realizing that that wasn't a good place for me to be at that moment, I walked towards a different door to the mansion. It was a pity, too; I was just starting to have fun.

At least I got to have my hot cocoa, though, which that idiot Hwoarang had denied me of. First I took off my coat and hung it in the closet, moving all of my other black clothes away from it so it could dry without getting the other stuff wet. Then I turned and picked up my mug of hot cocoa, taking a sip to test the temperature; it had cooled down enough to be drank (at least Hwoarang did something right). As I started to drink, I looked out the window at the others who were still outside. Kazuya was running towards the entrance that Jin had come through, spatula in hand. That guy's pretty cool, despite the fact that he's probably insane. The only others that were still out there, though, were Lee, Nina, Heihachi, and Gon. Gon was trying to find his beach ball in the snow, having little success (I'm so glad he couldn't find it, I would've torn that little thing apart had I gotten my hands on it). Heihachi looked like he was plotting some evil deed, which is par for the course I guess. Lee and Nina, however, were flirting. Ugh, love makes me want to vomit. It messes with your head and makes one do things they wouldn't, for love is the opposite of common sense.

That's enough about love; now I'm going to go over the climax of the day. This one was rather exciting compared to some of the other "climaxes" we've had lately, but it was rather painful for me and for some of the others. It was later in the day, and I was sitting on my bed strumming my guitar when I heard a loud scream from outside. I walked over to the window to see Lee and Nina jump out of the way just in time to avoid being run over by a snowmobile that was being piloted by Tiger Jackson. The snowmobile didn't stop, though, and upon further inspection I saw a machete sticking out of Tiger's back! Some of the others rushed outside and tried to stop the machine, yet none succeeded…except Paul Phoenix, who managed to turn the snowmobile towards the mansion. Nice going, stupid! I quickly got on my coat and ran outside through the other door, looking around to see if they had stopped the snowmobile.

"King, look out!" came Anna's voice from behind me. Sure enough, I turned around to see Anna stuck on the front of the snowmobile, which Bruce had been piloting through the building! I screamed and ran for it, but I was caught on the front of the vehicle. I roared in pain; that thing had almost cut my foot off and it made me bleed! I wanted to jump off, but we were now about to go down the same hill that Jun had died on, so I knew that I'd turn into a human snow boulder if I did it. Anna and I looked at each other and screamed as the snowmobile zoomed off the cliff…but didn't hit the ground? We suddenly found ourselves suspended in midair! I nervously looked under us to see that Kuma had saved us! Kuma's awesome, I've always liked him and thought of him as cool, though I don't know if he thinks the same of me. Bruce managed to turn off the snowmobile; the key had been glued into the ignition, but Bruce was too strong for glue. I jumped down and helped them lower Tiger's body off the snowmobile, then nodded to Kuma and limped away towards the mansion. All of the others except Toshin and Masahiro came running to see what happened. Nina groaned, for Anna had survived. Michelle groaned, for I had survived. Eddy cheered, for Tiger had died. Growling, I pushed past them and limped back to the mansion. However, as I neared the staircase, I heard a conversation between Toshin and Masahiro, so I quickly hid and listened.

"Toshin, stop this! This is crazy! My job is my job, and you can't have it!" shouted Masahiro, stubbornly.

"Oh?" was Toshin's reply. "What can you do about it, then?"

"I can get you kicked out of this mansion faster than you could eat Gon!" replied Masahiro, in a lower, more stinging tone that one takes when they are arguing. Growling in anger, Toshin threw Masahiro into King's view. The giant, winged monster then stomped in and lifted up the small human by the throat with one hand.

"You're going to have to do it faster than I can eat you…" growled Toshin. Masahiro started struggling violently, his limbs moving easily in the black combat suit he wore, but he was not strong enough to escape the monster's grasp.

"W-Wait, stop! We can work something out!" cried Masahiro, now desperate. His long, blond hair flowed as he shook his head to try and free himself. He beat his black gloved fists against the monster's arm to no avail. "Don't eat me! SOMEBODY HELP ME!"

No one was there to help him, except me of course, but I didn't help him. I just watched and laughed.

I guess the day had a happy ending, but stuff like the things that happened earlier just make me want to KILL someone!

REMAINING CHARACTERS:

Anna Williams

Boskonovich

Bruce Irvin

Christie Monteiro

Eddy Gordo

Ganryu

Gon

Heihachi Mishima

Hwoarang

Jin Kazama

Julia Chang

Kazuya Mishima

King

Kuma

Kunimitsu

Lee Chaolan

Ling Xiaoyu

Michelle Chang

Mokujin

Nina Williams

Panda

Paul Phoenix

Prototype Jack

Toshin