Arena
You pull out your knife and prepare for battle, your body tensed and waiting for the slightest movement to set your attack in motion. You mind races trying vainly to rationalise what sort of thing lyes benieth the foilage.
But nothing happens. You kick at the area with your foot and bump something with the tip of your boot. It bounces a few feet away and lands with a thud at the base of a tree, still benieth the leafy tops of some of the smaller plantlife.
You carefully spread the leaves apart and find a revolver resting agains a root at the base of one of the nearby trees; the refined metal a sharp contrast to the domination of nature int he area. It is one of those ancient projectile weapons with a primitive gunpowder and barrels base technology.
A primitive weapon to be sure, but certainly an advantage over the other contestants... Not to mention your "partner."
You wonder if you should even return to her with the herbivore diet. Perhaps you should leave her... Or kill her.
Overhead you hear an automated voice announce; "199 contestants remain."
But nothing happens. You kick at the area with your foot and bump something with the tip of your boot. It bounces a few feet away and lands with a thud at the base of a tree, still benieth the leafy tops of some of the smaller plantlife.
You carefully spread the leaves apart and find a revolver resting agains a root at the base of one of the nearby trees; the refined metal a sharp contrast to the domination of nature int he area. It is one of those ancient projectile weapons with a primitive gunpowder and barrels base technology.
A primitive weapon to be sure, but certainly an advantage over the other contestants... Not to mention your "partner."
You wonder if you should even return to her with the herbivore diet. Perhaps you should leave her... Or kill her.
Overhead you hear an automated voice announce; "199 contestants remain."