Warning, I guess: this is quite morbid.
The announcer put its lips to the microphone. “Next, we have the United Statesians!”
A three-toed alien named Gluzurr held the head of her bounty high and licked her lips. Plump cheeks belied the delicacy of Gluzurr’s kill.
“And the Chinese!” the announcer bellowed.
The crowd gaped at the corpse on Boolan’s flaunted staff. The meal had kept a fine diet.
“Next, we have Furrazh with a Zambian!”
The Zambian representative of choice had been flayed perfectly to show off the marbling of the athletic muscles.
“What a lovely parade of nations!” the announcer cast. “Let the feast begin!”
This was written for the September 20th Flash Fiction Challenge on the Carrot Ranch. I had to participate this week because the Carrot Ranch challenges aren’t going to be back until November!
I felt the warning at the front was warranted mostly because the prompt was way, way more cheerful than I think I managed to convey.