Merry Christmas, Prepare To Die
You dash around the room as the man swings his fists at you. You scream at the top of your lungs in a high-pitched voice.
Your opponent can't take much more of this. He grabs a nearby table leg and clubs you with it. You lose a few of your teeth and fall to the damp floor.
He puts his foot on you, standing triumphantly as the crowd cheers. You fall unconscious.
When you wake up, you're back in the chains. One of the other kids in the room looks over at you.
"Lost a fight, huh?" he asks, "yeah, we never win. We're just kids."
"I've been here eight months, I think," replies another kid.
You're trapped, a child slave fighting for entertainment. This is pretty much the opposite of how you wanted Christmas to go.
Your opponent can't take much more of this. He grabs a nearby table leg and clubs you with it. You lose a few of your teeth and fall to the damp floor.
He puts his foot on you, standing triumphantly as the crowd cheers. You fall unconscious.
When you wake up, you're back in the chains. One of the other kids in the room looks over at you.
"Lost a fight, huh?" he asks, "yeah, we never win. We're just kids."
"I've been here eight months, I think," replies another kid.
You're trapped, a child slave fighting for entertainment. This is pretty much the opposite of how you wanted Christmas to go.
