(may have tweaked things quite a bit here; hopefully it still works out)
Pin had been having a bit of an identity crisis as of late.
She was the brave, courageous, strong, *heroic* leader. That's how she's presented herself for her whole life. Well, the whole Battle for Dream Island, anyway; but what's the difference, really? When she saw that she had the opportunity to prove her worth, to actually *do* something with her life instead of fantasizing about all the ways things could be done better, she was quick to seize it with both hands. After all, *somebody* had to do it. Somebody had to lead everyone to a better world, show them that things could be so much brighter if they weren't so miserable. The BFDI proved in *multitudes* just how poor of a condition they were living in. They were living in *squalor*, for crying out loud. No possessions to their name other than the grass they trampled on, and the unenlightened masses were just... *content* with that. Ridiculous.
There was gonna be none of that, not anymore; that weird speaker box showed them the light, but now it was up to *her* to drag them there, even if they were kicking and screaming. Her hand was *perfect*. She was the leader of a team, and they won their very first contest. Life was good. Life was great. Life was *spectacular*. There was no way that someone as competent as her could possibly
Pin was eliminated within a few short episodes.
...No matter. That was just a fluke, a misfire of judgment. Those things happen all the time; how else could this... *sorry* state have possibly developed? The people, the voters, they'd recognize their grave error soon enough, and
Four votes? Only as much as *who*? And *WHO*?
Really, she didn't know what else she should've expected. This was the *people* she was talking about. The uneducated, unwashed masses. They wouldn't know what's best for them even if it was staring them right in the face. They'd be easily swayed by flashy, theatrical displays; vapid shows with little to no actual substance, but with just enough pomp to win them over. Why else would they be foolish enough to get suckered into this dumb show by that speaker box, that machine that they knew *nothing* about?
...Huh?
No, Her case was *completely* different. She was fully aware that this was *exactly* what they'd get themselves into, and so she used it, *exploited* it. They wanted spectacle, and so they were *getting* spectacle. And there was nothing bigger on the market than winning that island.
Hauling bread wasn't exactly the coup she wanted to plot, but one takes these opportunities in any way it presents itself; no one ever gets anywhere by following some silly rules.
*This* was what they wanted, wasn't it? A show of strength; irrefutable, indisputable proof that she ruled, and everyone else drooled. She was gonna claw her way out of this mess, show the remaining contestants that she's not one to be trifled with, and to *completely* crush the hopes and dreams of the defeated. This was her big comeback. This was
Pin ended up drowning in the bread.
That was just... Okay.
All those months stuck in a metal box, all those months spent doing nothing but thinking. Tried escaping, was punished severely for it. Her final shot at rejoining wasn't even taken seriously. Improving the show? Get real. This whole thing was *too* far gone. She spent most of those days in silent reflection, thinking about all the ways she was *totally* unfairly passed by without a single thought. That's crazy.
...Unless.
No, surely not. Surely those up above knew sense, *surely* they didn't conspire to bring her down. That's just absurd! Ridiculous! Asinine! But the more she thought about it, the longer she spent trapped in both metaphorical and literal confines, the more it seemed to be true. Perhaps... Perhaps she could've been *wrong*. Maybe she *was* a bit too harsh on everyone.
