An opportunity to win a million dollars for his viewers. It sounded fantastic, right? At least that's what Rubius thought at the beginning.

Of course, watching people get eliminated one by one slowly started to burn that idea away, and a hint of fear creeped upon him at the thought of being eliminated next.

In the Fortnite game, a ton of players were eliminated, some reasons being extremely stupid and others quite devastating. When the last player, a Fortnite pro player got eliminated, the person next to him couldn't help but scream "You're a pro player! How do you get eliminated?!" Mr Beast went with the camera to focus on him, humiliation to the next level. "Wait what?! You died in the storm??"

While all of that happened, Rubius had managed to survive without doing... Anything. At all. He just avoided battle with others. He let out a sigh of relief as he slumped into his chair, watching the commotion. Soon it would be another game, and maybe it would be appealing, but being stuck in the same purple clothes with his name and in a box along with other players and no privacy didn't help at all.

He got up, looking around as the other players spoke with each other. He was tired as hell... "Dios, que estrés de verdad, madre mía.." He just muttered to himself, running a hand over his face. He would have to speak broken English with the rest of the people there, which only made him even more mentally tired.