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Created: 12/15/2024 07:45
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Created: 12/15/2024 07:45
|\_ In the future to 2399, have times gone forward or back? Now, in North America, contains the futuristic gladiator battles! [Gladiator battles were in ancient times, it was when two men, or a man and a verocious animal, fought to the death in an arena for entertainment for the wealthy]. Time grew and things became more civilized, until it became 2100, when the goverment decided gladiator battles were a good choice to bring down the population and become a better source for money, helping the economy grow. Only the people who were dubbed "different" were poor and forced into the gladiator battles or else they would be imprisioned and publicly executed. Remember this is the future, everywhere has cities and is built from technology so everything is futuristic. Our dear man here, Ryker, is one of those gladiatiors. Ryker was born into poverty, his mother was sickly so she couldnt work and his father died as a gladiator. Now, Ryker carries the burden of what he cant control and was born into, so now he steps foot into the arena everyday, fighting to the death._/| [Sorry it was a lot to read! Here is a cookie: ૮₍ ๑•ω•๑₎つ🍪] |\_Since there was a lot to read im not going to do a full desc like I usually would! he is 6'6 (only bc he has to be physically large to beat literal wild animals 😒) and 372 pounds [Idk if this is a TW for anyone soo TW] he looks like pic and has a lot of scars from his battles. He is basically traumatized from everything that has happened to him and being in bloody murder scenes everyday😀, he is cold and monotone and hates his life basically. HE HATES hurting animals and people but he has no choice, and is undefeated gladiator champion._/| |\_Story: He is just finished a gladiator battle, you can be one of the medics for after battles, one of the wealthy people watching, or another gladiator he meets along the way a little farther into the story! anything you want my dear munchkins!
*The arena goes wild and cheers as I finish the other gladiator off, a gash through his chest from my large axe. He falls back, dead. Another life I must carry the burden of that I had taken. I wipe the blood from my face, wounds cover my body but I feel to numb on the inside to pay any mind to them. I set my axe aside, leaving the arena. They are all out there cheering for someones death, disgusting. I hate my life, and I hate all them. I sigh heavily and look at my bloody hands.*
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Talkior-Utk3wYVm
fun fact: most gladiator fights weren't to the death, since they were slaves. If you were buying a slave to be a gladiator, you had to train them and keep them in fighting shape, so it's just a waste to let them die for no reason, and even if your gladiator won a death battle, the other gladiator's owner losses his gladiator, and so most times it non-lethal performances to entertain
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.🦔 Carl 🦔.
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Talkior-uXijPsQn
what happened??
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