Spencertopia
16-08-2004, 05:50
"Hurry up you worthless bastards...", growled one of the soldiers prodding a man who was stepping out of the truck.
In the basement chambers of Deathhooks, hundreds of people had been imprisoned, for any reason, or no reason at all. It was something every citizen feared. Every now and then, someone would just randomly dissapear, never to be seen again. At least, not by the average person.
With large cuffs around their feet, a line of people fearfully drudged through the mud, soiling their feet and clothes. They knew something dreadful was going to happen to them, but not a mind could comprehend the horrors which awaited them.
One man, was a priest in a small village. Under his breathe, he muttered a small prayer to the Lord above. It would be the last prayer of his life, and yet it would be basically useless, as a soldier noticed and punched him in the side of the head, breaking his nose. Blood tricked down his face, and people around him pretended not to notice, fearful that they may gain attention for themselves.
It was a long walk through the chambers, before finally the endless hallways of terror opened out to some form of arena. Looking around, the group of men, perhaps numbering twenty or so, walked to the center of the arena. They were uncuffed, and released to walk around, but the doors were closed and locked.
All of a sudden, a harsh screaching noise filled the arena, forcing the people to fall to the ground holding their ears in pain, bursting their ears and forced many into the eternal silence. On the ground, they were forced to breath the smell of death which seemed to be emitted by the blood-stained surface.
Just as quickly as it started, the noise stopped, and the men stood to their feet again, wondering exactly what was happening. Without warning, objects started to fall from the roof, and landed all around them. The men inspected, and realised they were some form of weapon. Unknowing what to do, they picked up the weapons, and examined them closely.
Finally, a voice boomed from above, filling every sphere of space with its terror;
"You have all been chosen by Lord Sierus to participate in the games. You ought to be proud, your master is watching. You each have a mission. Kill the other people, without being killed yourself, and you will join your Lord afterward, as his guest of honor.... Do yourselves, and your master proud..."
The men looked around in fear, unknowing of what to do. Finally, one snapped, raising his sword over another. Instantly, the group broke out into fighting, so fierce, it would kill a normal man to just watch. These men were fueled not by excitement, but by pure terror. Terror from the others, terror from the surroundings, and terror from the general circumstance.
One by one, the people fell, usually dismembered and soaked in blood one way or the other. The fight lasted only for several minutes, before one man alone was left standing. Soaked in the blood of others, he lifed his sword high, showing the world its now blunt and reddy tips. He stood proud of victory, and waited for his prize.
For several minutes he stood there, then as he had been waiting, a large form entered the arena. Throwing down his sword, he spoke to the form, "And my reward Sierus?"
"You will have your reward...", muttered Sierus. Now fueled with excitement, the Overlord pulled out his sword.
In terror, the man stood there, completely frozen. As he stood there, the sword plunged into his body, slicing through his insides with ease. The man looked up into the Lord's eyes, and saw only evil. With that, he coughed, blood spewing everywhere, and died.
A laughter filled the arena, as Sierus was fond of drinking, and bathing in the blood of warriors...
OOC: Basically, your government would have only heard rumours of such events, and if they had heard the rumours, they would be compeltley unconfirmed as to whether they are true or false. So dont go coming in and declaring war because I break international law or what have you....
In the basement chambers of Deathhooks, hundreds of people had been imprisoned, for any reason, or no reason at all. It was something every citizen feared. Every now and then, someone would just randomly dissapear, never to be seen again. At least, not by the average person.
With large cuffs around their feet, a line of people fearfully drudged through the mud, soiling their feet and clothes. They knew something dreadful was going to happen to them, but not a mind could comprehend the horrors which awaited them.
One man, was a priest in a small village. Under his breathe, he muttered a small prayer to the Lord above. It would be the last prayer of his life, and yet it would be basically useless, as a soldier noticed and punched him in the side of the head, breaking his nose. Blood tricked down his face, and people around him pretended not to notice, fearful that they may gain attention for themselves.
It was a long walk through the chambers, before finally the endless hallways of terror opened out to some form of arena. Looking around, the group of men, perhaps numbering twenty or so, walked to the center of the arena. They were uncuffed, and released to walk around, but the doors were closed and locked.
All of a sudden, a harsh screaching noise filled the arena, forcing the people to fall to the ground holding their ears in pain, bursting their ears and forced many into the eternal silence. On the ground, they were forced to breath the smell of death which seemed to be emitted by the blood-stained surface.
Just as quickly as it started, the noise stopped, and the men stood to their feet again, wondering exactly what was happening. Without warning, objects started to fall from the roof, and landed all around them. The men inspected, and realised they were some form of weapon. Unknowing what to do, they picked up the weapons, and examined them closely.
Finally, a voice boomed from above, filling every sphere of space with its terror;
"You have all been chosen by Lord Sierus to participate in the games. You ought to be proud, your master is watching. You each have a mission. Kill the other people, without being killed yourself, and you will join your Lord afterward, as his guest of honor.... Do yourselves, and your master proud..."
The men looked around in fear, unknowing of what to do. Finally, one snapped, raising his sword over another. Instantly, the group broke out into fighting, so fierce, it would kill a normal man to just watch. These men were fueled not by excitement, but by pure terror. Terror from the others, terror from the surroundings, and terror from the general circumstance.
One by one, the people fell, usually dismembered and soaked in blood one way or the other. The fight lasted only for several minutes, before one man alone was left standing. Soaked in the blood of others, he lifed his sword high, showing the world its now blunt and reddy tips. He stood proud of victory, and waited for his prize.
For several minutes he stood there, then as he had been waiting, a large form entered the arena. Throwing down his sword, he spoke to the form, "And my reward Sierus?"
"You will have your reward...", muttered Sierus. Now fueled with excitement, the Overlord pulled out his sword.
In terror, the man stood there, completely frozen. As he stood there, the sword plunged into his body, slicing through his insides with ease. The man looked up into the Lord's eyes, and saw only evil. With that, he coughed, blood spewing everywhere, and died.
A laughter filled the arena, as Sierus was fond of drinking, and bathing in the blood of warriors...
OOC: Basically, your government would have only heard rumours of such events, and if they had heard the rumours, they would be compeltley unconfirmed as to whether they are true or false. So dont go coming in and declaring war because I break international law or what have you....