cephalo-pot by elektrotripper

The loud murderer stumbled into the room, knocking over lamps and furniture. All in all it was a good night for him, especially since he was untrained. Little by little he got practice alright, but not enough to compete. Not yet.
The bell rang and stopped the scene dead. Most people were exhausted. It had been over 10 hours so far and no end in sight. People sat down together in their little groups to have a break. Most of them didn´t bother to take off their costumes at all, they just lifted up their gorilla masks for each bite.
The loud murderer drifted, silently, lonely, and once the lights went dark and everybody wanted to go back to action he was forever gone.

...a single celled vibrating organism locked in a dark room in some basement

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