My interview went perfectly and everyone loved me.
My brothers didn't go so well though. He ran off crying.
But not meanly because I'm perfect.
That was the adjective not my name.
I run into the bloodbath killing 10 people and a cat.
"Well done Perfect!" gushes the guy from two. "Only 14 people left!"
At this point i realise something.
This guy's my love interest!
We go around for several days killing everyone until everyone except the careers are dead. I choose to be on watch because we're somehow still together.
I kill everyone quickly, despite the fact that the cannons would go off waking everybody.
When it gets to the guy from two I stand over him, not wanting to kill him despite having killed my own brother just fine in the bloodbath.
I look at him adoringly before going back to sleep.
I'll kill him tomorrow.
"Oh Perfect," he cried "I can't kill you!"
I began to kiss him hard, savouring my last moments.
"Due to the beauty of Perfect you two can win together because lol! Congratulations Brenda and Bill!"
I look at him, "Your name is Brenda!"
"I thought your name was Perfect!" He says, crying.
Suddenly, my blonde hair slips away to become brown, I get spots and my figure stops looking like a barbie doll.
"Does that mean we're breaking up?" I said sadly.
WHY WAS LIFE SO HARD?!