[ WP ] Every year the gods pick one person that has created something they deem true art and gives them immortality for as long as they wish . You are going to be executed in one week , and must create something great to save yourself .

I had been in hiding for seven years during this five year reign of terror but they finally caught me. They gave me one week to finish any outstanding business I had but I didn ’ t want their mercy, not after what they did to the Asians. I saw the massacres on the news. Korea was the first to go… not much they could do to defend themselves as two separate halves of a whole country. Then Japan, they found so hard but a katana will only take you so far. So many innocent people were executed, all because they were too sexy. I guess it was bound to happen when we put the ugly ones in charge of the world. 
 
 Now that they had a tracker cuffed onto my ankle, I was allowed to roam free where ever I wanted. I was too unmotivated to try and flee anyway, there was no hope for me… I was just… way… too… sexy. I took a walk around the city which had seemed to change much during my seven year venture into the wilderness. The only noticeable difference was all the run down beauty salons. Some of the buildings had become art galleries but nine out of ten had just stood off the streets, slowly decaying. I really had no where to go so I decided to check out some of the art stores, most of which held what looked like a three year-old ’ s finger painting of Gilbert Gottfried so after the first couple shops I stopped going inside and just peered through the windows. 
 
 It must have been the six or seventh shop that had actually caught my interested with an elegant portrait of Mulan hanging in the window. I doubt it was really Mulan but most of those people look the same so for all I know, it could have been Chi-Chi from Dragon Ball Z. I entered the gallery to find an old Asian man sitting in the far corner. Damn, these people don ’ t age well. He glanced up at me and frowned. “ How much time do you have? ” he said in a soft raspy voice. He must have noticed how incredibly good looking I was. 
 
 I let out a slight sigh before I answered. “ They gave me a week. ” 
 
 “ That is a shame. ” The old man stood up from his seat and slowly stepped over to me. “ Unless… ” 
 
 “ Unless? ” I responded, taking a step back as I could now smell his breathe which reeked of sauerkraut and Dove for Men deodorant. 
 
 “ Hold out your hands… ” 
 
 I wasn ’ t sure what this man was doing but I did what he asked. The old Asian placed his hands just a few inches above mine and almost instantly a burning sensation overcame my palms as a Samsung Galaxy S19 materialized between them. “ W-what is this? ” I questioned as the phone dropped gently into my hands. 
 “ You are the one… ” He replied as if that was going to answer all my questions. 
 “ The one? What do you mean ‘ the one ’? ” 
 
 “ You are the sexiest man alive. A gift from the gods. You can save yourself and the world. ” 
 
 I took a step back, not knowing how to take all this information. “ Save the world? How? ” 
 
 “ You must take… the perfect selfie. ” 
 
 To Possibly Be Continued… 
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