Arena
You are an assassin known as Shadow and are commonly believed to be the deadliest woman alive.
You awaken to utter darkness and utter cold. A voice booms over head and echoes all around you.
"Welcome to the Arena, freinds. The contest will officialy begin when I am finished speaking. Around you are your starting items; a pack, a kerosine lighter, a compass, an army knife, two canteens of water, and a days rationing of food. There are 200 hundred contestants in here, we will update you on how the contest is progressing through the loud speakers. Feel free to explore anywhere you like, as the contest progresses we will begin pushing all of you towards the center. No more than four can claim the prize at the end. Every inch of this place is on camera and being sent to a massive viewing office back on Earth, so bear that in mind. Remember, the prize is waiting for you at the end of the road. I wish all of you luck."
Silence. You look around, but everything is still shrouded in darkness. "Let there be light!", the voice booms overhead.
And suddenly there is a pinprick of light in the distance, barely casting any illumination on your surroundings. The floor beneath you is stone, as are the walls to either side of you. You logicaly conclude that you are in a cavern.
You quickly fumble around fo your items and stuff them into your pack before making your way toward the distant light souorce. The light breeze that hits your face is bitter cold.
You soon reach the light source nd are briefly frustrated that the light seems to be leaking in throuh a few cracks in the caves wall. You wonder if you went the wrong way when your hand brushes something.
Yo grab hold of a handle and pull it from the wall, a third of the wall collapsing in a pile of rubble without the support of the item. There are two more such handles in the wall and you remove both of them. You look down at the handled items and see that they are three daggers. These should come in handy, you think.
You glance out of the cave mouth upon a snowy valley in the heart of a mountain. A cold wind whips accrpss the landscape, drifting the snow along with it's force.
A trail passes by your cavern, it goes further up he mountain and down it.
You awaken to utter darkness and utter cold. A voice booms over head and echoes all around you.
"Welcome to the Arena, freinds. The contest will officialy begin when I am finished speaking. Around you are your starting items; a pack, a kerosine lighter, a compass, an army knife, two canteens of water, and a days rationing of food. There are 200 hundred contestants in here, we will update you on how the contest is progressing through the loud speakers. Feel free to explore anywhere you like, as the contest progresses we will begin pushing all of you towards the center. No more than four can claim the prize at the end. Every inch of this place is on camera and being sent to a massive viewing office back on Earth, so bear that in mind. Remember, the prize is waiting for you at the end of the road. I wish all of you luck."
Silence. You look around, but everything is still shrouded in darkness. "Let there be light!", the voice booms overhead.
And suddenly there is a pinprick of light in the distance, barely casting any illumination on your surroundings. The floor beneath you is stone, as are the walls to either side of you. You logicaly conclude that you are in a cavern.
You quickly fumble around fo your items and stuff them into your pack before making your way toward the distant light souorce. The light breeze that hits your face is bitter cold.
You soon reach the light source nd are briefly frustrated that the light seems to be leaking in throuh a few cracks in the caves wall. You wonder if you went the wrong way when your hand brushes something.
Yo grab hold of a handle and pull it from the wall, a third of the wall collapsing in a pile of rubble without the support of the item. There are two more such handles in the wall and you remove both of them. You look down at the handled items and see that they are three daggers. These should come in handy, you think.
You glance out of the cave mouth upon a snowy valley in the heart of a mountain. A cold wind whips accrpss the landscape, drifting the snow along with it's force.
A trail passes by your cavern, it goes further up he mountain and down it.