Extend the Story - Add a Room

You climb the tree and balance yourself on one of it's thick and sturdy branches. You put the butt of the rifle to your shoulder and take a peak through the site. You wonder briefly what could be headed your way, a robotic villain? Nah, the contest wouldn't allow for it. A cyborg? Maybe a cyborg could have slipped in past the judges.

It isn't long before you can end your musings and find the source of the metallic scraping and clanging; a man bearing a spear walks up the path, his body supporting the weight of a suit of armor. He moves slowly under the shiny metal and is more than a little clumsy with the encumbered weight.

You stifle a laugh. Had you been wielding a club, a knife, or a bow and
arrow this man's suit would undoubtedly have protected him. But the armor suits of medieval Europe were not made to withstand bullets.

He clangs ever closer to you as you watch, unnoticed, from above. It
looks like he made the spear himself with his Arena supplied knife. It
doesn't seem like he's much of an expert in weaponry.

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