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"Seems like a good idea, but is there anyway I can get a better prize, or any other work I can do instead?" You ask Desmond, but as he hears your question you see a grin spread across his face. Before you can draw your bow all the guards in the room have their guns pointed at you, and Desmond is grinning, almost laughing, at your situation. "Of course you have to do it, otherwise your going to die. We won't kill you, but if you don't survive the tournament you either die, or become a fighter until you earn your freedom. Your out a luck here, orders are orders." With that you feel something strike you in the back of the head, and your vision fades to black.
Next time you awake it is to the sounds of someone beating on your bars, and the roaring cheers from some great crowd above you. As you open your eyes you see mold, and moss encrusted stone surrounding you in all directions, but one. In the one direction where you see no stone you find wrought iron bars, and a fat bald man staring you down, to his sides are two heavily armored guards carrying MP47s, and an impressive array handguns, and what you assume to be flash-bangs.
His coarse voice fills your ears as he speaks, "Get up, its your turn in the Arena. Go down the hallway, and grab what gear you want, but be quick about it, or we'll throw you in with nothing, but a stick, and a rock." With that you feel someone roughly pull you to your feet, and shove you out of the cell into the dank hallway. As you are ushered down the hallway you see numerous cells filled with people who have grown thin, pale, and weak from long bouts of fighting. After several minutes you are shoved into a room, and a heavy iron door slams shut behind you followed by the bald man's words, "Choose what you want, and get out there. Now!"
You look around the room, and see an impressive array of weapons, any other time you wood by glad to have found such a thing, but now you just had a horrible filling in the bit of your stomach.
8x
MP47 [11]
4x
H14 Shotgun [8]
14x
Renfield (Pistol) [4]
3x
Sharkfin (Sniper Rifle) [17]
47x
Rough Tribal Spear [2]
24x
Damaged Calvary Blade [5]
158x
Mk. II Shatter Grenade [1]
72x
Mk. III Flash bang [1]
1250x
MP47 Magazines850x
12 Gauge Shells953x
Renfield Magazines175x
Sharkfin CartridgesAmmo Belt [20]
5x
Damaged Mk. II Click-Clacks [11]
Drone Status Armlet [5]
H.E.M.P. (>.> Not the Plant) [1]
Personal InfoName: Robert Adams
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Current Location: Central New York, Skyscraper Remains
Status:Health: PerfectStamina: Well RestedLevel: 1Experience: 0/5Capacity: 0/100Skills:Snapshot: You are able to attack your opponent quickly, and with little need for aim. Your attack always hit, but your luck only works out every now, and then thus it is hard to use this skill more than once in a row.
Inventory:None
Comrades Five Feet Under
Objective: Find, and rescue your comrades from the hands of the Nazi Regime before they are executed in front of a firing squad. Hey are counting on you, and you can't just leave them to their deaths, you are comrades to the end no matter what that result maybe. Together you have fought the Nazi Regime for many months, you can't let them die now.
(Success: You free your comrades before their execution.)
(Failure: Your friends are executed before your rescue operation.)
Time of Execution: May 30th, 19:45
Quest Rewards:
~Unknown~