Post by Sly on Aug 2, 2018 1:41:10 GMT -5
There were entirely too many delays in this whole ordeal, but the time had finally come. Soon a leader of The Crusher Corps would be crowned, and Sly could relax. The small raccoon was not made for leadership, he was a mercenary through and through. He made his career off of taking some type of orders one way or the other. Even if a high majority of his orders were to murder someone or steal from someone didn't make a difference. In Sly's eyes leadership was not where the money was. Leadership required one to chose sides and uphold some type of truth, something that Sly did not need in his life.
The raccoon could be seen sitting in a large chair in the center of a beat down arena. The arena floor was dirt and the walls that circled it were littered with old rusted weapons and blood stains. Obviously this arena had served similar purposes for Sly in the past. The stadium was filled with the usual type of Badlands people. Drunks, murderers, thieves, and a litany of people with extremely bendable morals. As he sat within his chair, a staff of The Corps approached him and began to speak,
"Sir..... I know we are planned to start today. However, I must warn you we were only able to find two warriors worthy. Please do not be disappointed, we did the best we could. It just seems there are not many strong fighters left alive anymore. Too many wars are being fought, I suppose."
The raccoon let out a small sigh of frustration. Two warriors was definitely not the type of tournament he had envisioned when he came up with the plan. However, he needed to get this done and if there were only two then he would roll with what he got. Clearly upset, Sly spoke
"Figures, you lot have not done much of anything well to this point. I don't know why I would expect anything different. Well, have the announcer call them to the center of the arena. Let's get the bloodbath underway."
After a few moments, a loud screech could be heard as the PA system echoed throughout the arena. The crowd cheered as their blood thirst immediately increased. A high pitched voice could be heard screaming throughout the PA.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, the moment has arrived, it is time to find a new leader! Challengers you may enter the arena!"
More screams and shots for violence could be heard from the unruly crowd, all of whom had already began tossing various items in towards the center of the arena.
Atreus
Cam
The raccoon could be seen sitting in a large chair in the center of a beat down arena. The arena floor was dirt and the walls that circled it were littered with old rusted weapons and blood stains. Obviously this arena had served similar purposes for Sly in the past. The stadium was filled with the usual type of Badlands people. Drunks, murderers, thieves, and a litany of people with extremely bendable morals. As he sat within his chair, a staff of The Corps approached him and began to speak,
"Sir..... I know we are planned to start today. However, I must warn you we were only able to find two warriors worthy. Please do not be disappointed, we did the best we could. It just seems there are not many strong fighters left alive anymore. Too many wars are being fought, I suppose."
The raccoon let out a small sigh of frustration. Two warriors was definitely not the type of tournament he had envisioned when he came up with the plan. However, he needed to get this done and if there were only two then he would roll with what he got. Clearly upset, Sly spoke
"Figures, you lot have not done much of anything well to this point. I don't know why I would expect anything different. Well, have the announcer call them to the center of the arena. Let's get the bloodbath underway."
After a few moments, a loud screech could be heard as the PA system echoed throughout the arena. The crowd cheered as their blood thirst immediately increased. A high pitched voice could be heard screaming throughout the PA.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, the moment has arrived, it is time to find a new leader! Challengers you may enter the arena!"
More screams and shots for violence could be heard from the unruly crowd, all of whom had already began tossing various items in towards the center of the arena.
Atreus
Cam