Arena
You are Marcus Prime, known to most simply as Prime. You were once a captain of the Resistance Movement, one of the few entities who attempted to stop the Global Government from taking over the world.
You were sentenced to a life of imprisonment. They were still debating how long that life sentence would truly be, and you expected them to opt for the death penalty when they found an interesting alternative; The Arena.
You awaken to the sound of a voice speaking to you from the black sky above. There is a sticky heat to the air and you feel the bite of an insect upon your arm. You move sluggishly to swat at it.
"Welcome to the Arena, friends," the voice booms. "The contest will officially begin when I am finished speaking. Around you are your starting items; a pack, a kerosene lighter, a compass, an army knife, two canteens of water, and a days rationing of food. There are 200 hundred contestants in here with you, 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 light.
You rise to your feet and take in your surroundings. An artificial sun shines down from somewhere above, dimly filtering down through the thick fog around you. You stand on a flat piece of dirt, thick weeds are all around you, cat tails protruding from nearby dark waters. The trees around you twist upwards in agony.
Around you on the ground are your supplies; a pack, two canteens, a kerosene lighter, an army knife, a compass, and a days rations. You place all but the compass into your pack and slip your massive arm through one of the straps.
The dirt path that you stand on goes leads East to West, according to your compass. Either direction leads you further into the dark swamp land. To the West the path seems to be more populated with trees, to the East it seems to cut right through the water.
You were sentenced to a life of imprisonment. They were still debating how long that life sentence would truly be, and you expected them to opt for the death penalty when they found an interesting alternative; The Arena.
You awaken to the sound of a voice speaking to you from the black sky above. There is a sticky heat to the air and you feel the bite of an insect upon your arm. You move sluggishly to swat at it.
"Welcome to the Arena, friends," the voice booms. "The contest will officially begin when I am finished speaking. Around you are your starting items; a pack, a kerosene lighter, a compass, an army knife, two canteens of water, and a days rationing of food. There are 200 hundred contestants in here with you, 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 light.
You rise to your feet and take in your surroundings. An artificial sun shines down from somewhere above, dimly filtering down through the thick fog around you. You stand on a flat piece of dirt, thick weeds are all around you, cat tails protruding from nearby dark waters. The trees around you twist upwards in agony.
Around you on the ground are your supplies; a pack, two canteens, a kerosene lighter, an army knife, a compass, and a days rations. You place all but the compass into your pack and slip your massive arm through one of the straps.
The dirt path that you stand on goes leads East to West, according to your compass. Either direction leads you further into the dark swamp land. To the West the path seems to be more populated with trees, to the East it seems to cut right through the water.