Raka checked out his reflection again, trying to comb his messy hair with his hands, to no avail. He felt like Harry Potter, only with less magical scars. After admitting defeat to the almighty messiness that was his hair, he took one last look at himself and shrugged. No use worrying about his appearance, he thought, as there were more than 40 other people placed lower than him. Admittedly, he was the one who ranked himself, but hey, whatever. No one would want to read this monologue anyway.
The Gold Hall was packed with people, young and old, familiar faces and complete strangers, 3D and 2D. Raka nervously glanced at the bunch whose faces he recognized; they were the people he ranked lowly. That guy, still completely bare naked although his flabs of fat were enough to cover his privates, looked at Raka menacingly...and nakedly. A weird humanoid thing with a giant cyllinder head, a doctor/drag-queen, and other misshaped monstrosities follow suit. Raka gulped.
SUDDENLY....!
*cliffhanger*
--
Oh, I am one yet many.