Banished/Arrival
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You stand together with six other people, condemned criminals just like you, and facing you is five soldiers the soldiers wearing black uniforms, combat vests, helmets and sunglassesms. Two of them are pointing their rifles at you. You and your fellow unlucky ones are all dressed inte same grey jum suits; a quickl glance lets you form an opinion: a grey heard guy with glasses, a... | You stand together with six other people, condemned criminals just like you, and facing you is five soldiers the soldiers wearing black uniforms, combat vests, helmets and sunglassesms. Two of them are pointing their rifles at you. You and your fellow unlucky ones are all dressed inte same grey jum suits; a quickl glance lets you form an opinion: a grey heard guy with glasses, a... | ||
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| + | The saergent steps forward. | ||
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| + | "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." | ||
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| + | He gives a cruel smile. | ||
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| + | "One of you won't get a backpack, and we'll leave the hand cuffs on. But who?" | ||
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| + | 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. | ||
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| + | "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." | ||
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Revision as of 10:39, 20 November 2015
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, is nowhere to be seen, which was expectd, but still a bit since you've never been outside it's still a bit shocking.
You stand together with six other people, condemned criminals just like you, and facing you is five soldiers the soldiers wearing black uniforms, combat vests, helmets and sunglassesms. Two of them are pointing their rifles at you. You and your fellow unlucky ones are all dressed inte same grey jum 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."
