Banished/Arrival
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| - | New Athens, is nowhere to be seen | + | New Athens--your home, where you've spent your entite life--is nowhere to be seen; it was expectd obviously, but you've never been outside and you shudder. |
| - | You stand together with six other people, condemned criminals just like you. | + | You stand together with six other people, condemned criminals just like you. The gendarmes who brought you here--wearing black uniforms, barretts and combat vestsare--are loitering around the parked APC, stretcing their legs, lighting cigarettes. They seem You and your fellow convicts are dressed grey jump suits; a quickl glance lets you form an opinion: a grey heard guy with glasses, a... |
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You find yourself on a old free way, cutting straight through a dry, bleak landscape. The ground is cracked. A hundred old car wrecks line the roadroad.
New Athens--your home, where you've spent your entite life--is nowhere to be seen; it was expectd obviously, but you've never been outside and you shudder.
You stand together with six other people, condemned criminals just like you. The gendarmes who brought you here--wearing black uniforms, barretts and combat vestsare--are loitering around the parked APC, stretcing their legs, lighting cigarettes. They seem You and your fellow convicts are dressed grey jump suits; a quickl glance lets you form an opinion: a grey heard guy with glasses, a...
The saergent steps forward.
"Allright, first of all, we've got som presents for you." The soldiers grabs a couple of backpacks from the APC--one for each convict--and throws them in a pile on the ground. "But before we let you scuttle off, we're going to have a little competition."
He gives a cruel smile.
"One of you won't get a backpack, and we'll leave the hand cuffs on. But who?"
He places four stones on the ground, and you're starting to get a feeling for whats going on. It's a makeshift fighting ring.
"You're going to step in the ring and slug it out, it's going to be a tournament, and then we'll decide who's the loser. The winner will get the extra backpack, the loser won't get shit."
You step up to the ring, you have no problem with this. Who's getting the first asskicking.
You really don't want to do this, but you have no choice.
You shake your head. "I'm not taking part in your twisted game.
You don't want to fight; perhaps you can offer yourself to them instead
