It is time. Let them come. The gates before you shriek, spilling red dust as they climb into the stands. From the yawning black pit, you can hear a slobbering gasping, grunting noise. Then it appeares-all bulbous eyes and teeth. The crowd gasp as one, but you just smil. All things die. Even monsters. You hurl your spear at the horror and sweep your steel from the sheath on your back, and the black blade glints in the unforgiving light. With an insane smile, you throw yourself forward to meet your destiny and send this abomination back to HELL!"
Welcome to the Arena fighters.
So you've decided to pick up your sword and fight for glory and fame? Or have you been captured like the rat you are, slave to the blood-spilling of beast and men alike. Your story doesn't matter, you can forget who you were, you're born anew in the arena, who you are and what you do is for the unrelenting crowd to decide.
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