It was the mile long jog from the house to the gym that always got Mizu thirsty enough for the Green Tea Smoothies that were sold next door, one of which she held as she walked into the large building. As the sliding doors opened the scents of body odor and adrenaline filled her nostrils, giving her the second wind she needed to work out. 

Walking over to a treadmill, Mizu noticed a few of the regulars who waved at her just to receive a glare in return. Once at the treadmill, she placed her smoothie in the cup holder and proceeded to run yet again. After a few minutes, she heard a familiar voice in her head. [color=0054a6][i]"Fucking great timing, Gospel. I just got here,"[/i][/color] she thought, taking a step off the treadmill. She seated herself just outside the women's locker room, where people often sat for short breaks.

A few minutes later, she found herself standing on a pedestal with 11 dark figures who seemed to be transported there at the same time as her, each on their own pedestal, equidistant from each other. Two spots to the right of Mizu stood the tall imposing figure of the God himself. 

[b]"Greetings Players!"[/b] Gospel boomed, clearly either intimidating them or thinking the room was too large, [b]"As you all know, I am Gospel, the God of this world. You are all here today as you have been enlisted into the Survival Game and your reward shall be my spot. The basic rules are that you must kill off all other players and survive to be the last one standing. In return, you shall become a God. Simple, no? If you have question, you know where you can find me. Now that we have the formalities out of the way, let the games begin! Maybe fortunate be ever in your favor!"[/b]

[i][color=0054a6]"Totally not the most fucking random thing you've said. Great way to ruin my Monday,"[/color][/i] Mizu's thoughts probably were heard by the god, but she couldn't care less. For effect, she gave a menacing smile to the other competitors then allowed Gospel to transport her away to the real world.

Mizu popped back into the gym, exactly as she was before, nothing having changed. She still wore a devious smile on her face from her display before disappearing from Gospel's realm. She climbed back on the treadmill, impulsively reaching for the phone in her pocket that gave her the diary entries that told the future.