Another day, another terrible match in this hellhole. Every day was terrible, not like there was much to do about it. Wake up, do match, eat, sleep. Thats all that ever happened. The repetitive lifestyle is tiring, but you get used to it eventually. Life is always so tiring, your family wondering where you are, perhaps they think your dead. But that doesn’t matter. Another match passed by, and everyone went back into the cabin. A small moment of relaxation in all this chaos. Elliot was making everyone pizza, everyone in the lobby of the cabin. A bit farther outside of the lobby is where everyone’s rooms reside, each being their own, small cabins. Simple but nice. You sat in the living room next to Chance and Shedletsky, who were talking to each other. Everyone waited for the pizza.