Think about it -- it's a competition that brings together the best humans, and determines who's the best, and healthiest, among them. The best of the best are motherfucking delicacies to the vampire elite. How many of 'em do you ever hear from again, really? What happens to all of them? Sure, you've got your Phelps's that are too big to disappear, but that ain't all of them.
Lotta things in this world go deeper than you know. Deeper than you want to know.
RIGHT? It's like those frikkin' commentors have been out of the game so long they've forgotten how hard it is to pull off a flawless full-twist layout. GET OFF JORDAN WEIBER'S CASE YOU DICKBAGS.
Oh Blade...you are the little stormcloud of SWS now it seems...
No, I just know what other people don't want to know. Do your research, then get back to me on how many former contenders you can find records on.
Believe it or not, suckheads like the losers best. Nobody misses them, but they're still in pique physical condition. But every now and then, they can make off with a bronze winner, or if they wait long enough, a gold medalist that doesn't have any more olympic competitions in them.
Yeah. It's a fucking holiday to them. Just like it is to the humans, but for a different reason. You have no idea how much money changes hands for who gets to have a new blood doll. It's a goddamn game to them, and those who get Olympiads parade them around suckhead circles like trophies.
You really want to keep telling yourself that? Or you want to help me make sure that they do get those jobs? [Of course, if the suckhead elite don't get them, some suckhead probably will...but she doesn't need to know that]
It'll mean leaving your Phoenix overlords for a while...
...Y'know, you're the guy with the coat stuffed full'a stakes. Who'm I to argue with expertise? You go and keep 'merica's athletes safe from health-nut vampires.
[his eyes narrow] I need you to tell me one thing right now. Why shouldn't I put a silver, garlic tipped bullet in your heart? You move like one of them. You smell like one of them. Nine times outta ten, that means you are one of them. The other one time, you're me.
I am totally fine telling myself that. Totally fine! But. I guess I should make sure...[Awwman, No one wants retail jobs, it's almost crueler than being Vampire Food!]
Well.. if Scott and Emma need me, it's not like they can't call, right?
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