There is a man who has only one purpose in a place where everything is a game. He must lose one billion times. He works 8 hours a day, 5 days a week, and gets paid a moderate wage. He is the Designated Loser. In this simulated arena, he loses so that others can feel like they won 
The Man Who Loses has gone through a series of emotions when he began. At first enthusiasm. Then irritation. Then weariness. Then despair. Then subdued rage. Then crazed enjoyment. Then emptiness. This spectrum of reactions is a minute fraction left behind early at his job.
The Man Who Loses regards all reaction to his work as a distant memory. He is beyond elation or despondence. His work is automatic. Participants enter a translucent arena, he manifests before them. He responds with perfect rhythm, knowing when to move and how to fail convincingly
The Man Who Loses has mapped out every square inch of his environment with perfect molecular precision. He has mentally catalogued every single move his opponents make and can navigate each one with ease. He understands his tools, weapons, and aids like he understands his limbs.
The Man Who Loses has perfected how to win in hundreds of thousands of possible scenarios. He has perfected how to lose in millions of scenarios. No moment is unique to him. No challenge is special anymore. He is automatic and total, every action is deliberate and controlled.
The Man Who Loses understands the futility of trying to win when it is his place to lose. He has surpassed several dozen moments of false epiphany, crushing through new layers of himself and eclipsing his former shell, infantilizing everything he once believed about himself
The Man Who Loses is in complete and total control. He could effortlessly bring any participant to their knees in overwhelming force with the slightest efforts. He understands his arena better, he understands the rules better, and he can play the game better than everyone else.
The Man Who Loses has burnt away his humanity in exchange for a salary and the quiet grinding progress of mastering a skill. In his private life he lives in spartan conditions. His leisure is rest, his hobby is work. Struggle no longer registers to him, only the day by day shifts
The Man Who Loses sometimes stays for a few minutes after customers leave. With him alone in his empty arena, a few coworkers watch in absolute awe and terror as he decimates his surroundings with blinding speed and perfect form. He is a graceful explosion, impassively relentless
The Man Who Loses is dangerous because he understands the value of failure. He persists despite lacking any spirit or drive to do so. He merely continues because he can. One day he will reach his one billionth loss without even realizing it. On that day his contract will be over.
The Man Who Loses will shake the world when the last link of his chain breaks. With thoughtless slight movement, he will brutalize an unwitting participant in complete and total desolation. The whole world will stop to gape at his distant nuclear fire. He'll exit the arena a myth
The unfortunate patron that paid his meager sum to feel like a winner will have won a lottery. Those who participate in the arena all covet the opportunity to actually lose in the arena. The patron will be bonded into contract and start a painful climb to become The Man Who Loses
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