Everything was quiet in the Tiny Loser Chamber.
What was there to even do? What was there to even say? What was there to even *think* about? One day, they existed. They suddenly appeared into existence, the burden of life given to them as part of some sick joke, or something. They probably had experiences and memories after that, but really all that's irrelevant. Then a speaker box falls out of the sky one day, declares that there will be a Battle for Dream Island. Really, the eponymous island barely even registered for them; all that *really* mattered was the fact that there was *something* happening, something that would break the monotony of their dreadful and pitiful existence. Even if they could only get to stay for one or two episodes, even if they end up leaving little to no impact on the competition or the world as a whole, at the very least they could say that they did *something* with their lives, they tried to be something more than just background characters even in their own existence. They actually tried to seize opportunities, take risks, all that good stuff. At the very least, they could be a reminder to whoever that everyone around them are people just like them, living their own lives, suffering with their own problems. A wake-up call reminding them that they aren't the main character in the story of the universe, that they *really* aren't all that special, all that unique.
A pretty weird lesson, now that they've given it more than 2.763 seconds of thought, but... whatever.
Who cares, at the end of the day? When all is said and done, when looking at everything from a birds-eye view, what did all that get them? None of the fame, none of the fortune, none of the glory. In fact, not only did they gain a whole lot of nothing, they also ended up with what little they actually had being taken away from them without a single thought or any consideration. Instead of just politely turning them away like any sane person would do, letting them continue their regular, ordinary, *boring* lives, the hosts decided that the best way to deal with all these newcomers was through cruel and unusual punishment. They don't even get a moment to process the fact that they lost their one and only chance to get *anywhere*; they were instantly launched up and away, into that cramped metal box. And it had such a... *poignant* name too: Tiny Loser Chamber. Every single word reminded them of all they had gone through, all they had to deal with, all to end up here. A constant refresher on just what exactly the world thought of them. They weren't just newcomers, they weren't just nobodies. They were *losers*. They tried, they failed, and now they weren't gonna get another chance, another opportunity to make things right. They were stuck here, breathing in the same stuffy air as their two dozen or so crewmates, barely getting enough room for themselves or their thoughts, suffering like this for the rest of eternity.
Of course, once all that set in, it became their priority to *not* think of any of that. That's a pretty tough challenge, considering that the Chamber didn't exactly provide any inspiration. But somehow, *somehow*, they're just about able to make it work. For one, they all had their memories of a better, brighter world. One where they were free to frolic about the grasslands instead of being trapped in this metal prison all day. There's also a singular window built into the box, their sole view into freedom, but they'd constantly quarrel and bicker over who gets to look out at what times. And it's not like it even gives you a view of *anything* interesting most of the time. Most of the time, you just get to see a completely ordinary, completely plain view of the fields of Goiky. Maybe you'd see a contest transpire, maybe you'd see the venue be left to rot and decay for days, weeks, months on end. Or maybe, just maybe, you could get to see... *not* that. Maybe you could get to see the most horrific and terrifying thing out there, one that reminds you of the cruel and indifferent nature of the universe, the fact that there's no one out there to ensure your safety and security. Something so incomprehensibly traumatic and soul-crushing that it makes one wonder why they even came to be at all, being doomed to persist in this miserable wet rock and its many terrors.
