My name, is Marcus Needles Kane. I'm a contestant of a long running contest called Twisted Metal, a death battle between vehicles. I have won many times, and only lost a few. Considering how I won this year, my wins are marked to 6. And my sixth wish is special.
"Calypso!" I scream out. "I have won your contest, once again! Give me my damn wish!" Calypso just stares, muttering "I need better contestants." under his breath, while rising from his seat of skulls and bones. Waving his hands sarcastically, he says "For defeating your fellow contestants, I grant your wish for freedom, from the damned that haunt your very being. Your wish-" He claps his hands "-has been granted." He smirks as a beam of light descends onto me. Soon I feel light-headed as I slowly float into the sky. "W-What the hell?!" I yell towards Calypso. He states "If this wish is going to be any of use to you, I must send you somewhere else, where the souls cannot re-haunt you." I see myself fade away. "Also your constant winning's had me feel like my contest is just a obstacle, with no meaning." Half of my lower body is gone. "Fuck your shitty reasons, Fuck your contest, Fuck you!" I boom at him. He chuckles saying "It's time for a new contestant, and for you to retire."
"I'll fucking kill you, Calypso! From the fucking grave, your head will be at the tip of my damn blade you cocksucker!"
"Ta-ta, Needles Kane."
"FUCK YO-"
