Sark
Im-im-impossible!!
Champions of the Arena II: The Hunt
It's all inside your head... Welcome to the mindscape...
You wake up somewhere dark. You're alone. It's... quiet.
Cheering breaks the silence. Cheering. Jeering. Chanting. It's hard to pick up specific phrases.
"Arcade is dead! Long live Arcade!"
"Murderworld is dead! Long live Murderworld!"
You can't find the source of the noise. It's creeping in from the blackest corners of your mind. It's too much to bear. It's a sensory overload.
"Gooooodddd morning, Planet Prudence!
A voice howls above the rabble.
"You've been asking for it! You've been begging for it! Now, here it is! Brought to you by the Triad, Oblivion Energy, the Lucky Shot Gun Company, I have the honour of sharing with you---
The howling grows louder.
"The Second, and Greatest CHAMPIONS OF THE ARENA TOURNAMENT!"
"I'm your host, the Boss of this little operation--"
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"It's Sooorrcccc Tooorrrrmmoooo!!!!"
SORC! SORC! SORC! SORC!
"Thank you, thank you! You're too kind!"
Tormo waved his pale hands to calm the invisible ground. The siege on your senses came to an end.
"I know that you're all eager to play my little game! I know that you're all eager to get murderin'! Our minds are all connected, babies! I know exactly how you feel!"
Laughter. Too much to endure.
"That's right people! You saw the last Tournament! You know the rules better than they do!"
Sorc's voice took on a new, sinister tone. His eyes met yours. They skewered you.
"Let's get you up to speed, shall we?" He growled. "We wouldn't want you dying with a confused look fixed to those pretty mugs of yours, now would we?"
He broke eye contact and turned back to his invisible audience. He threw his arms wide like a ringleader.
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"Let's crack the ol' rule book open for them, shall we? Here's how it goes!!"
"7 Years Ago, Arcade hosted the First Champions of the Arena Tournament. People lived! People died! And the world was never the same again! The Hunted Tournament has taken up the Legacy Arcade left behind! We're doing what he did, only bigger. Better. We'll bring glory to the name of the Van Gogh of Murder's name!"
The cheering returned. Chanting. Confessions of love. The lot.
"Ar-cade! Ar-cade! Ar-cade!"
Arcade took 32 souls to his island. We're doing one better! We haven't collected a band of children! We're not playing with amateurs! Tonight, you'll be introduced to Fifty trained killers! Some were bounty hunters, once upon a time! Others have more experience looking down the other end of the rifle! But on Planet Prudence, the predator and the prey are one and the same!"
He grinned a foul grin.
"You won't be watching the tournament from your couches! No sir! You'll be a part of the action! 2 Million credits will go to whoever kills one of my darling Champions! You heard that right! 2 MILLION CREDITS!"
Wooing and whistling.
"That'll pay for your kids surgery! It'll pay for your divorce! It'll be enough to pay for safe passage of this dump"
Laughter pounds upon your skull as Sorc chewed the scenery. He danced up and down the void, throwing his arms about keep his viewers captivated.
"But I'm warning you! Killing them will be no easy tasks! The Hunted will be desperate too! Desperate as debtors... literally! Ya see, if our chosen Champions want to see the week's end, they'll have to scrounge together 40 Million Credits each! If they fail to get me my goddamn money by the end of the week, I'll trigger the microscopic C4 charges I've buried in their brains!"
He looked over his shoulder, meeting your eyes with a thin glare.
"Boom!! I don't get my money, they die. Simple as that. Either they kill each other for the world's entertainment and buy their freedom with bounties, or they die. Simple as that."
His anger faded. The showman's smile returned.
"So, they better get to work! They better get killing! Because I need that damn money!" He laughed. "Fight or fry! Live or die! Just like Arcade- the Patron Saint of the Unappreciated, the Madame Tussauds of Torture- I have the privilege of sending this ship off to sea! I have the privilege of saying these iconic words:"
"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen--"
Images come flooding into your mind. Faces. Killers. Hunters. 49 in total. You take a glimpse inside their minds.
"---boys and girls, freaks and murderers,"
You see their fear. Their anger. Their hate.
"--predators and prey, one and all..."
They're coming for you. They're hunting you.
"WELCOME"
"TO"
"MURDERWORLD!"
CHAPTER ONE// DAY ONE// THE DEEP END
Day One/ Remaining Champions: 50/50/ Estimated Viewers: 17 Billion/ Bounties: 2,000,000 Per Kill/ Current Debts: 40,000,000
Welcome to the Deep End. Let's jump right in.
District A: The Top of the World// The Skyscraper
@Yun Lee @Atomic Knight @dark @Raynar Saassin @Minerva
You slip out of the mindscape and come to your senses. Your fingers drift to your throat. A silver collar is fitted around your neck. A small green screen sits at its centre.
It reads:
//11,000c//
It's pocket change on a planet like Prudence, but it might buy you a think or two.
You take a moment to take in your surroundings. In the distance, a siren sounds. It's faint, but you can just make it out over the roaring, raging wind. The air is thin up here, but it's clean. Crisp. You've been dropped in the richest of the city's three districts, District A.
From the edge of the roof, you can see hundreds of flying cars zip and zap across the sky. Their 'road' floats a few stories bellow you. If you took a leap of faith, you could probably land inside one. Even if their drivers could see you, they probably wouldn't pay you much notice. They've got more money than sense. An extra 2 million would be nice, sure, but its not worth dying over.
The only way to reach the floor bellow would be to make a dash for the staircase door, or take a chance and try squeezing down one of the nearby air vents.
***
The Devil of Hong Kong stroked his chin and hummed to himself in thought. You recognise his face from the Mindscape. He's one of the Hunted.
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"This is... unorthodox, to say the least. It's a strange was to enlist my services, for sure... and to think I had once left this life behind..." Gen rolled his white eyes and sighed. "So be it. Which of you wants to try throwing this old man off a rooftop first?"
Across the rooftop, another 'Champion' began to slowly shuffle away from the crowd. He kept his rifle close his his chest.
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"Damn mess..." Dengar cursed to himself. "I'm getting too old for this shit..."
@Yun Lee as Yashamaru Kurama
@Atomic Knight as Sean Diaz
@dark as Shadow 1-8
@Raynar Saassin as Kurome Ankokuboshi
@Minerva as Helena Douglas
Sark as Dengar
Sark as Gen, the Devil of Hong Kong
District A: The Bottom of the World// The Underground
@Raynar Saassin @Ottonomous Ghost @Crunch @Gummi Bunnies @Jackythejack
You slip out of the mindscape and come to your senses. Your fingers drift to your throat. A silver collar is fitted around your neck. A small green screen sit at its centre.
It reads:
//11,000c//
It's pocket change on a planet like Prudence, but it might buy you a think or two.
You take a moment to take in your surroundings. You're in a filthy subway station. The city stinks of oil and cheap cigarettes.
The ground beneath you starts to shake. You look down. You're standing on the tracks. The station is a good 100 meters away.
A blinding light illuminates the tunnel. It's getting closer.
The train's horn sounds.
***
"To hell with this..." Boba cursed, flames leaping from his jet pack. The stench of jet fuel washed over you as Fett took flight, soaring out of the train's path.
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"Follow me, you're dead. Got it?"
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"Don't have to tell me twice, Pal!" Star Lord cried, activating his own jet boots and taking to the skies. "Don't plan on dying neither!"
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"Not worth it."
IG-88's robotic voice-box croaked as he turned tail and sprinted towards the station.
"Not---worth---it."
@Ottonomous Ghost as Kayn
@Crunch as Victor Saltzpyre
@Jackythejack as Seto and Sai
@Gummi Bunnies as Rena Ryugu
@Raynar Saassin as Uzume Tennouboshi
Sark as IG-88
Sark as Boba Fett
Sark as Starlord
District B: The White-Hall// The Mall
@Yun Lee @Takumi @Atomic Knight @Gummi Bunnies @Crunch
You slip out of the mindscape and come to your sense. Your fingers drift to your throat. A silver collar is fitted around your neck. A small green screen sits at its centre.
It reads:
//11,000c//
It's pocket change on a planet like Prudence, but it might buy you a think or two.
You take in your surroundings. You brush to the lettuce shavings from your pants. You lick your finger and try to sponge a ketchup stain from your shirt. You've woken up in the heart of a Mall's food court. Everywhere you turn, you see the scared and confused faces of the mall's patrons.
They're all thinking. Weighing up what they have to live. Whether its worth risking it all and attacking you with a plastic fork. You can see their fingers twitching. At the end of the food court, sits a pair of automatic stairs. Walking up them would take you to the Mall's clothe stores. It would be your best shot at grabbing a disguise before the rest of the hunters come to their senses and the real hunt begins.
Beneath the stairs sits a door to the wider city. It might get you away from the crowds.
***
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"A food hall..." Trudgen Ren growled. "There are worse places to die."
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"Nice to know you've accepted your face, big guy," Sam grinned.
"I wasn't talking about me." The knight's fingers tightened round his blade. Sam followed suit.
@Yun Lee as Marianne von Edmund
@Takumi as Namae Ouka
@Atomic Knight as Daniel Diaz
@Gummi Bunnies as Neir
@Crunch as Markus Cruber
Sark as Jetstream Sam
Sark as Trudgen Ren
District B: 40th Boulevard// The Streets
@amwexia @dark @Lucky @York @Jeremi
You slip out of the mindscape and come to your senses. Your fingers drift to your throat. A silver collar is fitted around your neck. A small green screen sits at its centre.
It reads:
//11,000c//
It's pocket change on a planet like Prudence, but it might buy you a think or two.
You take a moment to absorb your surroundings.
View attachment 4614
The streets around you are dirty and wet, freshly damned by the night's rain. Despite morning having come hours ago, the streets were still dark and cool. The towering apartment blocks and the soaring sky cars were excellent at blocking out all natural light.
The warm glow of the street lights was dwarfed by the glimmer of the dozens of billboards that littered the skyline. District B was a town doused in neon.
***
"Looking for as boost?" A hologram screamed from a nearby rooftop. "Then get a shot of Nexium Energy! Banned in over 12 Star Systems! That's how X-TREME it is!"
"Forget Nexium!" Another hologram screeched. "What you need is OBLIVION! The greatest tasting energy serum in the galaxy! It gives you so much energy, we can't legally call it an 'energy drink' anymore! Ignore the haters! Ignore the doctors! You want OBLIVION! You need OBLIVION! Only at the available at the White Wall Mall!"
"Such a strange place..." Frost muttered to himself, his eyes fixed on the arguing advertisements. "Product placement... in the heart of a death match..."
"I've seen stranger worlds..." Vamp rolled his tongue across he teeth. "But none with such... allure. Dark alleys. Loud screens. No one would see you die. No one would hear you scream..." His fingers drifted to his knives. His eyes undressed his fellow Hunted...
@amwexia as Higgs Monaghan
@Lucky as Chase Davenport
@Jeremi as Bad Girl
@dark as Maya "Echo" Visari
@York [reserved slot]
Sark as Frost
Sark as Vamp
District C: Dive// The Slums
@Ottonomous Ghost @amwexia @Jeremi @Lucky @York @Takumi
You slip out of the mindscape and come to your senses. Your fingers drift to your throat. A silver collar is fitted around your neck. A small green screen sits at its centre.
It reads:
//11,000c//
It's pocket change on a planet like Prudence, but it might buy you a think or two.
You take in a deep breathe. The air's enough to make you gag. It's unbearable. It smells like waste, blood and death. You take in your surroundings. You're standing in a condemned building. It's concrete floors have fallen through, leaving beams of rebar sticking out here, there and everywhere, like jagged fingers. The windows have long since been stripped of their glass. Graffiti litters the walls. A lightning bolt marked with the tag 'Long Live the Ringleader' has been painted across the remnants off the floor. Discarded papers and bundles of trash are blown across the house's bones.
***
"Here's we go again..." Ventress muttered to herself, calling the curved hilts of her lightsabers to her hands. "What's it gonna be? Rip each others throats out now, or later?"
"I'm down for now," Juri grinned, tensing her flexing her fingers and raising right knee. "Christmas has come early this year. Can't blame me for wanting to tear my presents open all at once, can you?"
@Ottonomous Ghost as Rhaast
@amwexia as Narancia Ghirga
@Jeremi as Eight Hearts
@Takumi as Elias Ainsworth
@Lucky as Allison Argent
@York as Aliceviel von Einzbern
Sark as Asajj Ventress
Sark as Juri
It's all inside your head... Welcome to the mindscape...
You wake up somewhere dark. You're alone. It's... quiet.
Cheering breaks the silence. Cheering. Jeering. Chanting. It's hard to pick up specific phrases.
"Arcade is dead! Long live Arcade!"
"Murderworld is dead! Long live Murderworld!"
You can't find the source of the noise. It's creeping in from the blackest corners of your mind. It's too much to bear. It's a sensory overload.
"Gooooodddd morning, Planet Prudence!
A voice howls above the rabble.
"You've been asking for it! You've been begging for it! Now, here it is! Brought to you by the Triad, Oblivion Energy, the Lucky Shot Gun Company, I have the honour of sharing with you---
The howling grows louder.
"The Second, and Greatest CHAMPIONS OF THE ARENA TOURNAMENT!"
"I'm your host, the Boss of this little operation--"
View attachment 4605
"It's Sooorrcccc Tooorrrrmmoooo!!!!"
SORC! SORC! SORC! SORC!
"Thank you, thank you! You're too kind!"
Tormo waved his pale hands to calm the invisible ground. The siege on your senses came to an end.
"I know that you're all eager to play my little game! I know that you're all eager to get murderin'! Our minds are all connected, babies! I know exactly how you feel!"
Laughter. Too much to endure.
"That's right people! You saw the last Tournament! You know the rules better than they do!"
Sorc's voice took on a new, sinister tone. His eyes met yours. They skewered you.
"Let's get you up to speed, shall we?" He growled. "We wouldn't want you dying with a confused look fixed to those pretty mugs of yours, now would we?"
He broke eye contact and turned back to his invisible audience. He threw his arms wide like a ringleader.
View attachment 4606
"Let's crack the ol' rule book open for them, shall we? Here's how it goes!!"
"7 Years Ago, Arcade hosted the First Champions of the Arena Tournament. People lived! People died! And the world was never the same again! The Hunted Tournament has taken up the Legacy Arcade left behind! We're doing what he did, only bigger. Better. We'll bring glory to the name of the Van Gogh of Murder's name!"
The cheering returned. Chanting. Confessions of love. The lot.
"Ar-cade! Ar-cade! Ar-cade!"
Arcade took 32 souls to his island. We're doing one better! We haven't collected a band of children! We're not playing with amateurs! Tonight, you'll be introduced to Fifty trained killers! Some were bounty hunters, once upon a time! Others have more experience looking down the other end of the rifle! But on Planet Prudence, the predator and the prey are one and the same!"
He grinned a foul grin.
"You won't be watching the tournament from your couches! No sir! You'll be a part of the action! 2 Million credits will go to whoever kills one of my darling Champions! You heard that right! 2 MILLION CREDITS!"
Wooing and whistling.
"That'll pay for your kids surgery! It'll pay for your divorce! It'll be enough to pay for safe passage of this dump"
Laughter pounds upon your skull as Sorc chewed the scenery. He danced up and down the void, throwing his arms about keep his viewers captivated.
"But I'm warning you! Killing them will be no easy tasks! The Hunted will be desperate too! Desperate as debtors... literally! Ya see, if our chosen Champions want to see the week's end, they'll have to scrounge together 40 Million Credits each! If they fail to get me my goddamn money by the end of the week, I'll trigger the microscopic C4 charges I've buried in their brains!"
He looked over his shoulder, meeting your eyes with a thin glare.
"Boom!! I don't get my money, they die. Simple as that. Either they kill each other for the world's entertainment and buy their freedom with bounties, or they die. Simple as that."
His anger faded. The showman's smile returned.
"So, they better get to work! They better get killing! Because I need that damn money!" He laughed. "Fight or fry! Live or die! Just like Arcade- the Patron Saint of the Unappreciated, the Madame Tussauds of Torture- I have the privilege of sending this ship off to sea! I have the privilege of saying these iconic words:"
"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen--"
Images come flooding into your mind. Faces. Killers. Hunters. 49 in total. You take a glimpse inside their minds.
"---boys and girls, freaks and murderers,"
You see their fear. Their anger. Their hate.
"--predators and prey, one and all..."
They're coming for you. They're hunting you.
"WELCOME"
"TO"
"MURDERWORLD!"
CHAPTER ONE// DAY ONE// THE DEEP END
Day One/ Remaining Champions: 50/50/ Estimated Viewers: 17 Billion/ Bounties: 2,000,000 Per Kill/ Current Debts: 40,000,000
Welcome to the Deep End. Let's jump right in.
District A: The Top of the World// The Skyscraper
@Yun Lee @Atomic Knight @dark @Raynar Saassin @Minerva

You slip out of the mindscape and come to your senses. Your fingers drift to your throat. A silver collar is fitted around your neck. A small green screen sits at its centre.
It reads:
//11,000c//
It's pocket change on a planet like Prudence, but it might buy you a think or two.
You take a moment to take in your surroundings. In the distance, a siren sounds. It's faint, but you can just make it out over the roaring, raging wind. The air is thin up here, but it's clean. Crisp. You've been dropped in the richest of the city's three districts, District A.
From the edge of the roof, you can see hundreds of flying cars zip and zap across the sky. Their 'road' floats a few stories bellow you. If you took a leap of faith, you could probably land inside one. Even if their drivers could see you, they probably wouldn't pay you much notice. They've got more money than sense. An extra 2 million would be nice, sure, but its not worth dying over.
The only way to reach the floor bellow would be to make a dash for the staircase door, or take a chance and try squeezing down one of the nearby air vents.
***
The Devil of Hong Kong stroked his chin and hummed to himself in thought. You recognise his face from the Mindscape. He's one of the Hunted.
View attachment 4607
"This is... unorthodox, to say the least. It's a strange was to enlist my services, for sure... and to think I had once left this life behind..." Gen rolled his white eyes and sighed. "So be it. Which of you wants to try throwing this old man off a rooftop first?"
Across the rooftop, another 'Champion' began to slowly shuffle away from the crowd. He kept his rifle close his his chest.
View attachment 4608
"Damn mess..." Dengar cursed to himself. "I'm getting too old for this shit..."
@Yun Lee as Yashamaru Kurama
@Atomic Knight as Sean Diaz
@dark as Shadow 1-8
@Raynar Saassin as Kurome Ankokuboshi
@Minerva as Helena Douglas
Sark as Dengar
Sark as Gen, the Devil of Hong Kong
District A: The Bottom of the World// The Underground
@Raynar Saassin @Ottonomous Ghost @Crunch @Gummi Bunnies @Jackythejack

You slip out of the mindscape and come to your senses. Your fingers drift to your throat. A silver collar is fitted around your neck. A small green screen sit at its centre.
It reads:
//11,000c//
It's pocket change on a planet like Prudence, but it might buy you a think or two.
You take a moment to take in your surroundings. You're in a filthy subway station. The city stinks of oil and cheap cigarettes.
The ground beneath you starts to shake. You look down. You're standing on the tracks. The station is a good 100 meters away.
A blinding light illuminates the tunnel. It's getting closer.
The train's horn sounds.
***
"To hell with this..." Boba cursed, flames leaping from his jet pack. The stench of jet fuel washed over you as Fett took flight, soaring out of the train's path.
View attachment 4609
"Follow me, you're dead. Got it?"
View attachment 4610
"Don't have to tell me twice, Pal!" Star Lord cried, activating his own jet boots and taking to the skies. "Don't plan on dying neither!"
View attachment 4611
"Not worth it."
IG-88's robotic voice-box croaked as he turned tail and sprinted towards the station.
"Not---worth---it."
@Ottonomous Ghost as Kayn
@Crunch as Victor Saltzpyre
@Jackythejack as Seto and Sai
@Gummi Bunnies as Rena Ryugu
@Raynar Saassin as Uzume Tennouboshi
Sark as IG-88
Sark as Boba Fett
Sark as Starlord
District B: The White-Hall// The Mall
@Yun Lee @Takumi @Atomic Knight @Gummi Bunnies @Crunch
You slip out of the mindscape and come to your sense. Your fingers drift to your throat. A silver collar is fitted around your neck. A small green screen sits at its centre.
It reads:
//11,000c//
It's pocket change on a planet like Prudence, but it might buy you a think or two.
You take in your surroundings. You brush to the lettuce shavings from your pants. You lick your finger and try to sponge a ketchup stain from your shirt. You've woken up in the heart of a Mall's food court. Everywhere you turn, you see the scared and confused faces of the mall's patrons.
They're all thinking. Weighing up what they have to live. Whether its worth risking it all and attacking you with a plastic fork. You can see their fingers twitching. At the end of the food court, sits a pair of automatic stairs. Walking up them would take you to the Mall's clothe stores. It would be your best shot at grabbing a disguise before the rest of the hunters come to their senses and the real hunt begins.
Beneath the stairs sits a door to the wider city. It might get you away from the crowds.
***
View attachment 4615
"A food hall..." Trudgen Ren growled. "There are worse places to die."
View attachment 4613
"Nice to know you've accepted your face, big guy," Sam grinned.
"I wasn't talking about me." The knight's fingers tightened round his blade. Sam followed suit.
@Yun Lee as Marianne von Edmund
@Takumi as Namae Ouka
@Atomic Knight as Daniel Diaz
@Gummi Bunnies as Neir
@Crunch as Markus Cruber
Sark as Jetstream Sam
Sark as Trudgen Ren
District B: 40th Boulevard// The Streets
@amwexia @dark @Lucky @York @Jeremi
You slip out of the mindscape and come to your senses. Your fingers drift to your throat. A silver collar is fitted around your neck. A small green screen sits at its centre.
It reads:
//11,000c//
It's pocket change on a planet like Prudence, but it might buy you a think or two.
You take a moment to absorb your surroundings.
View attachment 4614
The streets around you are dirty and wet, freshly damned by the night's rain. Despite morning having come hours ago, the streets were still dark and cool. The towering apartment blocks and the soaring sky cars were excellent at blocking out all natural light.
The warm glow of the street lights was dwarfed by the glimmer of the dozens of billboards that littered the skyline. District B was a town doused in neon.
***
"Looking for as boost?" A hologram screamed from a nearby rooftop. "Then get a shot of Nexium Energy! Banned in over 12 Star Systems! That's how X-TREME it is!"
"Forget Nexium!" Another hologram screeched. "What you need is OBLIVION! The greatest tasting energy serum in the galaxy! It gives you so much energy, we can't legally call it an 'energy drink' anymore! Ignore the haters! Ignore the doctors! You want OBLIVION! You need OBLIVION! Only at the available at the White Wall Mall!"

"Such a strange place..." Frost muttered to himself, his eyes fixed on the arguing advertisements. "Product placement... in the heart of a death match..."

"I've seen stranger worlds..." Vamp rolled his tongue across he teeth. "But none with such... allure. Dark alleys. Loud screens. No one would see you die. No one would hear you scream..." His fingers drifted to his knives. His eyes undressed his fellow Hunted...
@amwexia as Higgs Monaghan
@Lucky as Chase Davenport
@Jeremi as Bad Girl
@dark as Maya "Echo" Visari
@York [reserved slot]
Sark as Frost
Sark as Vamp
District C: Dive// The Slums
@Ottonomous Ghost @amwexia @Jeremi @Lucky @York @Takumi
You slip out of the mindscape and come to your senses. Your fingers drift to your throat. A silver collar is fitted around your neck. A small green screen sits at its centre.
It reads:
//11,000c//
It's pocket change on a planet like Prudence, but it might buy you a think or two.
You take in a deep breathe. The air's enough to make you gag. It's unbearable. It smells like waste, blood and death. You take in your surroundings. You're standing in a condemned building. It's concrete floors have fallen through, leaving beams of rebar sticking out here, there and everywhere, like jagged fingers. The windows have long since been stripped of their glass. Graffiti litters the walls. A lightning bolt marked with the tag 'Long Live the Ringleader' has been painted across the remnants off the floor. Discarded papers and bundles of trash are blown across the house's bones.
***

"Here's we go again..." Ventress muttered to herself, calling the curved hilts of her lightsabers to her hands. "What's it gonna be? Rip each others throats out now, or later?"

"I'm down for now," Juri grinned, tensing her flexing her fingers and raising right knee. "Christmas has come early this year. Can't blame me for wanting to tear my presents open all at once, can you?"
@Ottonomous Ghost as Rhaast
@amwexia as Narancia Ghirga
@Jeremi as Eight Hearts
@Takumi as Elias Ainsworth
@Lucky as Allison Argent
@York as Aliceviel von Einzbern
Sark as Asajj Ventress
Sark as Juri
District A- the Upper City
District A is the richest of the Capital's three districts. It's come to the creme de la creme of Prudence society. Gamblers. Trust Fund Kids. The lot. As a result, this district has the Highest Police Presence. If you're planning to commit a crime, you'll have to do it quick to avoid catching the Law's eye. 2 million is enough to temp a cop or two-- getting arrested during the Hunt is a great way to get killed by a corrupt guard.
However, there are some perks to staying in Upper City. It's home to:
District A is the richest of the Capital's three districts. It's come to the creme de la creme of Prudence society. Gamblers. Trust Fund Kids. The lot. As a result, this district has the Highest Police Presence. If you're planning to commit a crime, you'll have to do it quick to avoid catching the Law's eye. 2 million is enough to temp a cop or two-- getting arrested during the Hunt is a great way to get killed by a corrupt guard.
However, there are some perks to staying in Upper City. It's home to:
- The Golden Gate Race Track
- The Silverball Bank
- The Lucky Hand Cassino
- The Red Tail Museum
- The Blazing Tongue Gallery
- The Domestic District (Skyscrapers)
- The Compendium Hotel
- The Red Ribbon Dealership
More areas may become available to you as the game progresses.
If you are planning to move from one place on interest to another, remember to tag your new location at the bottom of your post. Remember, changing from one district to another will involve travelling across one of the city's bridges, or travelling through the sewers.
If you are planning to move from one place on interest to another, remember to tag your new location at the bottom of your post. Remember, changing from one district to another will involve travelling across one of the city's bridges, or travelling through the sewers.
District B- Middle City
District B is home to the city's middle class. Here, you'll find a lot of private business and small houses. Unlike the Upper City, the Middle City is navigated by a series of road-- you won't find many flying cars down here. The Police have a smaller presence in the Middle District, so criminal actions might be easier to perform. That said, the Middle City's Central Business district is highly populated, much more so that the Upper City. The City's residents are also more likely to attack you in the hopes of getting their hands on your bounty.
Places of interest Include:
District B is home to the city's middle class. Here, you'll find a lot of private business and small houses. Unlike the Upper City, the Middle City is navigated by a series of road-- you won't find many flying cars down here. The Police have a smaller presence in the Middle District, so criminal actions might be easier to perform. That said, the Middle City's Central Business district is highly populated, much more so that the Upper City. The City's residents are also more likely to attack you in the hopes of getting their hands on your bounty.
Places of interest Include:
- The White-Wall Mall
- The City Advertising Office
- Town Hall
- Middle Class Housing District
- The Street-River Motel
- Earthie's Ground-Car Dealership
- Lucky Shot's Gun Stores
- Mercy's Medical Centre and Pharmacy
- Church of the Goddess
More areas may become available to you as the game progresses.
If you are planning to move from one place on interest to another, remember to tag your new location at the bottom of your post. Remember, changing from one district to another will involve travelling across one of the city's bridges, or travelling through the sewers.
If you are planning to move from one place on interest to another, remember to tag your new location at the bottom of your post. Remember, changing from one district to another will involve travelling across one of the city's bridges, or travelling through the sewers.
District C--- THE LOWER CITY
District C, the Lower City, is the roughest part of the city. The Police presence in District C can be found around the city's power plants and factories. Outside of those properties, its the wild west. If you die in District C, you won't be missed. You won't be noticed. The residents of the Lower City are hungry and desperate. The possibility of earning 2 million credits with a lucky kill is the only thing that gets some of its residents out of the bed in the morning. Thus, many of the city's residents have formed 'Hunting Parties'. These small militias live to hunt the city's Champions. That said, sliding them a few thousand credits might be enough to get them off your back or on your side...
Places of interest include:
District C, the Lower City, is the roughest part of the city. The Police presence in District C can be found around the city's power plants and factories. Outside of those properties, its the wild west. If you die in District C, you won't be missed. You won't be noticed. The residents of the Lower City are hungry and desperate. The possibility of earning 2 million credits with a lucky kill is the only thing that gets some of its residents out of the bed in the morning. Thus, many of the city's residents have formed 'Hunting Parties'. These small militias live to hunt the city's Champions. That said, sliding them a few thousand credits might be enough to get them off your back or on your side...
Places of interest include:
- The Unlucky Shot's Explosives Store.
- Mercy's Mobile Medical Centre.
- Hunting Party 7's Base of Operations.
- Thunderbolt Power Plant.
- The Factory District.
- The Southern Toll Bridge.
- The Deadeye's Base of Base of Operation.
- The Knightblades' Base of Operations.
More areas may become available to you as the game progresses.
If you are planning to move from one place on interest to another, remember to tag your new location at the bottom of your post. Remember, changing from one district to another will involve travelling across one of the city's bridges, or travelling through the sewers.
If you are planning to move from one place on interest to another, remember to tag your new location at the bottom of your post. Remember, changing from one district to another will involve travelling across one of the city's bridges, or travelling through the sewers.
Trust No-One!
No matter how kind a stranger might seem, everyone can claim your bounty. Man. Woman. Child. They'll all get a little something-something out of killing you. There are some trust worthy souls out there, sure. But it helps not to get your hopes up.
Money Makes the World Go Round!
You've got 11,000 Credits in your pocket. Use them! Your credits can buy you a place to stay, some food and some weapons. These can make the difference between staying alive long enough to pay of Sorc or becoming Trudgen's new pin cushion. Sometimes, you need to spend money to make money-- you'll be surprised by the things you'll find on store shelves.
Or, you could just steal some stuff.
No matter how kind a stranger might seem, everyone can claim your bounty. Man. Woman. Child. They'll all get a little something-something out of killing you. There are some trust worthy souls out there, sure. But it helps not to get your hopes up.
Money Makes the World Go Round!
You've got 11,000 Credits in your pocket. Use them! Your credits can buy you a place to stay, some food and some weapons. These can make the difference between staying alive long enough to pay of Sorc or becoming Trudgen's new pin cushion. Sometimes, you need to spend money to make money-- you'll be surprised by the things you'll find on store shelves.
Or, you could just steal some stuff.
1. Undiscovered Hunter! Credits: 11,000
2. Aliceviel von Einzbern, Credits: 11,000 @York
3. Allison Argent, Credits: 11,000 @Lucky
4. Undiscovered Hunter!, Credits: 11,000
5. Boba Fett, NPC, Credits: 11,000
6. Undiscovered Hunter! Credits: 11,000
7. Undiscovered Hunter! Credits: 11,000
8. Charlotte Birkin/Bad Girl, Credits: 11,000 @Jeremi
9. Chase Davenport, Credits: 11,000 @Lucky
10. Daniel Diaz, Credits: 11,000@Atomic Knight
11. Dengar, NPC, Credits: 11,000
12. Elias Ainsworth, Credits: 11,000 @Takumi
13. Frost, NPC, Credits: 11,000
14. Gen, NPC, Credits: 11,000
15. Helena Douglas, Credits: 11,000 @Minerva
16. Higgs Monaghan, Credits: 11,000 @amwexia
17. Undiscovered Hunter! Credits: 11,000
18. IG-88, NPC, Credits: 11,000
19. Jetstream Sam, NPC, Credits: 11,000
20. Johnson aka Eight Hearts @Jeremi
21. Juri, NPC, Credits: 11,000
22. Undiscovered Hunter! Credits: 11,000
23. Kayn, Credits: 11,000 @Ottonomous Ghost
24. Kurome Ankokuboshi, Credits: 11,000 @Raynar Saassin
25. Lucas Kellan/ Shadow 1-8, Credits: 11,000 @dark
26. Marianne von Edmund, Credits: 11,000 @Yun Lee
27. Markus Kruber, Credits: 11,000 @Crunch
28. Namae Ouka, Credits: 11,000 @Takumi
29. Narancia Ghirga, Credits: 11,000 @amwexia
30. Neir, Credits: 11,000 @Gummi Bunnies
31. Undiscovered Hunter! Credits: 11,000
32. Maya "Echo" Visari,Credits: 11,000 @dark
33. Undiscovered Hunter! Credits: 11,000
34. Rhaast, Credits: 11,000 @Ottonomous Ghost
35. Rena Ryugu, Credits: 11,000 @Gummi Bunnies
36. Undiscovered Hunter! Credits: 11,000
37. Undiscovered Hunter! Credits: 11,000
38. Undiscovered Hunter! Credits: 11,000
39. Sean Diaz,Credits: 11,000 @Atomic Knight
40.Seto and Sai, Credits: 11,000 @Jackythejack
41. Undiscovered Hunter! Credits: 11,000
42. Starlord, Credits: 11,000 NPC,
43. Undiscovered Hunter! Credits: 11,000
44. Trudgen Ren, NPC, Credits: 11,000
45. Uzume Tennouboshi, Credits: 11,000 @Raynar Saassin
46.Vamp, NPC, Credits: 11,000
47. Victor Saltzpyre, Credits: 11,000 @Crunch
48.Undiscovered Hunter! Credits: 11,000
49.Yashamaru Kurama, Credits: 11,000 @Yun Lee
50. Reserved Spot for @York, Credits: 11,000
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