You'd be the odd one out until another play joins. You'd have to point me to your bio first.

Brackets have been re-rolled. Arena assignments are coming soon.

K, I'll just join up with Barbas from War of The Black Flames, because kicking the s*** out of J-corp is always fun.

Unless that isn't J-Corp, then nevermind.

Well, I know exactly who the f*** this is.

I'll have it posted in the morning. My new character bio that is.

If you both hand in character sheets, I will add them.

Arenas are being worked on as I post.

I'll get it later, it's in the War of The Black flames topic. I do want to rework it, a bit. I might use someone I use on another site, though.

Just link it from RP characters.

Also, to show that I am definitely not slacking off, I have written a few half-baked arenas.

The Road of Apathy
It was a straight, mostly new well-painted tarmac road that met with another equally new one at an intersection. Nothing was special about the intersection itself, which lead in to industrial estate. These roads have two lanes for both sides which were divided by concrete blocks. An overpass was built for pedestrians, home to the occasional hobo, to walk across. Despite this, for some reason, some still crossed at street level. On side that led south was primarily vegetation, tall grass that trapped water, with a small bank at the intersection picking up business from the student dormitory behind it or the residents across the street. Further south was an industrial area proper. On the side that lead north lived most of the citizens. This half kilometre strip included various shops, including a convenience store, a hardware store and an electronics shop, townhouses and a Buddhist temple entrance on the south side.

At this time of night, there was only one thing open, the open air bar at the foot of the underpass where most shops were located. A lone guitarist playing mostly country served as the sole live entertainment around as the patrons went about drinking, socialising and exchanging CERT threat level 10 materials. These people would pay no mind when a fight broke out. It was usually entertaining anyways as the town lacked little in excitement, being located just next to the industrial area. Nobody would bother to call the authorities either, it was not their problem. Besides, this was the only way to get the bar’s guitarist to play the Spanish guitar.

The Hypotenuse Ruin of a Tower
And on the wall these words are scrawled:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings;
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains.

Well, there was still a lot actually, particularly a skyscraper that leaned at a 45 degree angle in a grotesque mockery of the Leaning Tower of Pisa. What it was leaning against, was another skyscraper that stood upright. Beneath this leaning modern marvel were other smaller buildings. Miraculously, this all supported the weight of the fallen tower. The office building was struck in the dead of the night by a cargo ship. That’s right, a cargo ship toppled it. The section that went through is still present in this now defunct structure. Sunlight and rain would pour through the broken windows, illuminating the dilapidated interior. The desks, chairs, and lamps pooled at the lowest point, as well as rainwater that remained trapped. Ceiling lights either remained untouched or hung dramatically from their wires. Wires which were not coursing with lethal amounts of electricity, as the power has been cut off long ago, were left untouched as well. Who knows what kind of improvised weapon it could possibly be. Too many scavengers have fought over anything worth looting and as a red sun rises again, the tower shall claim another victim.

The NEO of Little Gravity
Such space rocks made for poor footing. It was slippery with the dust that clung to it and the small field of gravity generated threatened to launch the unwary that leapt off too hard in to deep space. There was an atmosphere of course, still a fraction of the atmosphere at Earth’s sea level but still breathable. Such atmosphere allowed for anyone fool hardy enough to traverse the brown surface without any reasonable protective gear, the pressure being adequate to contain the pressure exerted by a man and shielding enough solar and cosmic radiation that it would only kill after several Earth days of exposure. The surface was of course, far from flat. Craters pockmarked the surface, the bigger ones with a radius the height of several grown men and with a near equal depth. Speaking of depth, there is more than just the exterior of the asteroid where there was space to manoeuvre.

Deeper inside was a small cave system. It was hollowed out after whatever served as the core of the asteroid leaked out, leaving a neat set of cavernous space. The atmosphere here was thicker of course but now there was a new problem in figuring out which way was up or down. How such an asteroid could exist was a mystery. Two cosmonauts were sent out, both who had no intention of leaving without settling a score.

CC would be nice but short of a whole new set of arenas, we will be using these and two more that I have yet to finish writing. Those who wish to contribute arenas please send them to me ASAP.

Working titles for future arenas,
The Pitching Deck of a Sunken Foundry
The Home of Hypothermia

Oh my... These brackets...