A Girl

With the form filled out, you head to bed to await the results in a few weeks' time.

A few weeks turns out to be a few days: Apparently, nobody else was interested and the government is grabbing you now before you change your mind!

There's a bunch more forms to fill out - something about a last will and testament - and you spend a lot of time shaking hands with important people and answering questions in front of cameras. It's like you're about to be shot into space and everyone's getting your autograph now in case you don't come back - after all, autographs are worth more when you're dead.

Finally, the big day arrives and you're about to driven to the portal for the hostage - ahem - representative exchange ceremony.

You're suddenly not so sure about this. A lot of the questions you were asked weren't "are you worried you might die?" but "how do you think you will die?"

A bajillion Flanian Pobble Beads isn't going to help you if you're stuck in a dragon's stomach. Maybe you should rethink your decision...