[ WP ] Let 's just get to it already . Everyone is secretly an assassin of various skill and specialty .

Fucking uber. The construct was built by their endeavors and business model yet honed and sharpened by the needs of the masses. The crowd sourcing of employees through a smartphone was the spark for humanity's deepest desires to manifest at will. 
 
 Violence and entertainment topped the list. 
 
 Beep. 
 
 The screen flashed briefly before a thumb swiped left to deny the request. Breakfast was n't finished and no one died before coffee was on. That was one of his rules of life and served him well to stand out in a crowd of dime-a-dozen rentals. 
 
 Another flash, another swipe, another unworthy opponent. The coffee was getting cold and with a sigh, he rose from the chair, saddened momentarily that today was looking routine. 
 
 His area had been cleared for months; neighboring sectors as well due to boredom and his constant hunger to challenge the greatest. Ever since the government added an addendum to murder excusing willful competition to the death, app after app flooded the market inviting users to sign up for mortal combat. 
 
 Soon, sports and athletic competition paled in popularity to the spontaneous fights to the death that could be viewed only in real time. 
 
 Snap chat for brutality. 
 
 Viewers fiended for favorites and cheered as heads flew and blood stained their streets. The betting began shortly after with a portion of the total bets going to the victor. 
 
 Beep. Interesting, but not worthy. 
 
 The construct soon took over. All lands were split into regions and tournaments were held to find the nee stars of world entertainment. 
 
 It only took one rags to riches story for the fire to take hold in society. 
 
 The coffee was done. He walked to the kitchen and on a whim, checked to see if new challenges were posted. The crash of the cup shattered the morning silence, his mouth agape in a mixture of shock and delight. He mentally shoved the fear away. No time for that. 
 
 Face as stone again, he swiped right and turned as the blow flew towards his face. A whisper between flesh passed as he drove a knee into the assailants gut, dropping them to the floor. 
 
 His boot stomped on tile as the attacker rolled away and assaulted anew. Fists met flesh and grunts filled the room. This one was talented but reckless and showing off for his viewers. Mistakes were met with pain. Pain was met with cheers around the world and the changing of bets. 
 
 Talented, but reckless. 
 
 The body crumpled to the floor as the life flowed out of the username that was HotBlade32. 
 
 He picked up his phone and ended the fight session. His opponents challenge photo was shared to his wall next to the dozens before him. 
 
 Beep. Routine. 

