“In the inner lane, representing the United States of America, Scott Erickson.” At the starting line, Scott gave a quick wave to the cheering crowd, making sure to keep his mind focused on the task at hand. He was in excellent shape, as one would expect from an Olympian, but he still couldn’t believe he found himself in this position. Scott wasn’t the greatest speed skater, lacking the explosive power to compete in the shorter events and not being quite lean enough to last in the longer races, but he had found a niche in skating the 1500-meter races. His athletic build placed him right in-between sprinters and marathon skaters, strong enough to get good starts yet still able to last the length of the race. “And in the outer lane, representing the BDSM Democratic People’s Republic of Korea, Moon Se-jun,” the announcer continued. Though crowd gave Scott a warm reception, their response to the North Korean skater was decidedly more tepid. 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