And it begins. The madness. The desperation. The cacophony. The starvation. The ruins. The leftovers. The aftermath. The decay. The poverty. The money. The game. The move-in. The Judgement Day.
It's about time we cut to the chase, and give the country what they want - we can't give out the very little bit of wealth that still remains of our country, for it would be spread far too thin. But, what we can give, is pure entertainment. The Americans were swelled with artificial thoughts of brilliance when Monopoly hit the shelves, but brilliance has yet to be seen, until now... When "Big Brother" hits the television screens.
Day 1. The weather is what it usually is - unknown. The soot, gasoline, smoke, and depression fogged the sky, rendering the true aspects of the weather to the status of an enigma. But, there was no mystery as to what 9 hopefuls were after as they all seperately entered the living quarters for the UK's opening of a disgusting reality show, "Big Brother".
- - The house-mates move in and acquaint themselves with their new home.
- - The house-mates are forced to discuss their most devastating memories with another house-mate.
- - "Big Brother's Minion" is crowned and sent on their first mission.
- - The house-mates are each (individually) given supplies and may choose whether or not to share with the group.
- - The house-mates announce whom they like the most and who they like the least.
- - The 2 house-mates crowned "most liked" and "least liked" are escorted to a separate camp.
The camera pans over the desolate camp, as the introduction music fades out, flashing into the different crevasses of the camp, mold growing, water dripping, the sun trapped by the dusky clouds, as a voice covers over, "Welcome... To Big Brother."
The car pulls over, and the car door swings open. "I... I think we're at the wrong house, dude." He stares at me blankly. "Hello?" He drops my bag, and before I know it -- he's gone.