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Ok people. I decided to do something very weird here. Something people may not have tried before. Here as usual is the story line. By the way, only do this if you have a lot of spare time on your hands.
Beijing, January 2015
The motorbike tore through the streets. The man riding it was Agent Smith (MI6) and he was attempting to save the world. "Strike Squad! Come in! This is Agent! Do you copy me!" He shouted down his radio as a police car tore onto the street after him. The chase was on. He began to weave through the traffic with more and more police cars appearing. Suddenly his radio came alive "This is Strike Squad, We copy you loud and clear Agent! What should we do?" he said, and then gunfire came from somewhere and he swore. The Agent swore too. If this carried on China would succeed and the world would fall.
Now, some of you are probably beginning to wonder what is going on. So let me take you back to September 2014, In a small lab not far from Beijing.
"To our success!" the scientists said and clinked their wine glasses and drunk. "Well I'm glad it's finally over" one scientist said to another "I was beginning to get bored of constantly testing chemicals and creating new ones. And I'm a chemist!"
They are celebrating the finishing of a plan they have been working on for a long time. A Biological warhead that when fired will disable all nuclear missiles on Earth. They also found the neutralisation chemical which will be inserted into their missiles leaving China with the possibility to destroy the whole world and stay standing. They would be able to take all the other countries with ease. You see, the Chinese leader (now Ying Shong Chau) does not wish to rule China alone, only the world will be enough. Of course their plans did not go unnoticed. Several secret services have heard rumours and dispatched their own sources to investigate. Now the British and Americans have combined and discovered the true threat. Too late to warn the rest of the world, Agent Smith and his companions have set off on a last ditch attempt to storm the launch site and self destruct the missile, rendering it harmless. And so, back to the main story.
"Agent to Strike Squad! Launch the attack! I'll go in through a different route when I arrive!" and he received confirmation from the Squad and he took a left heading up onto the motor ramp. He flew down it and then saw the police cars. They rolled down the windows and pulled out Uzi's aiming for his tyres. He in return pulled out his own Desert eagle and fired a couple of shots. One hitting a police car tyre, the car flipped and flew off the motor ramp. Agent Smith smiled, finally something going his way. He then saw his exit and took it. He drove down and carried on. He reached the place and pulled all the brakes. The bike skidded to a stop. As the police cars caught up he dismounted and ran. He drew his pistol and aimed back and fired as he ran. Not seeing if he hit but it was obvious he had from the screams in Chinese. "Get him!" one screamed as he ran through a door. He tried the handle on a door of the exterior of the building. Locked, as he had expected. He stuck and blob of C4 to it and then pulled himself over the wall. He ran off just as the police turned the corner. The police man swore in Chinese half a second before he was blown to pieces as Smith detonated the C4. He ran back through and into the building.
Meanwhile Ying Shong Chau was sitting in his office at the centre of the building, smiling. His guards had their rifles aimed at the door. Ready for the next person to open the door and be shot. "Sir" came a voice from behind him and Ying Shong Chau turned to see his chief technician "Two minutes until the missile is ready for launch Sir." he reported.
"Good, Good" Ying murmured. Finally, after what had taken several years planning all was coming to fruit. He would finally assume his rightful place as emperor of the world.
The strike squad broke through the main doors with relative ease. But inside they had suffered casualties. Two of their seven had died and one other hit through the shoulder, limiting him to his pistol only. They were running out of ammo fast. The problem was not the skill of his troops but the numbers. For every one they shot it seemed that two would replace the one before. Slowly but surely though they were breaking through, moral on the other side was low as well. Suddenly the injured man was killed, a bullet in the brain. Angry, they charged together. They were mown down seconds after leaving cover.
Agent Smith was encountering almost no resistance. He had found a hidden passage that the emperor-to-be did not know about. Smith hadn't either, he had just stumbled upon it by accident but had recognised it's value. He arrived and saw he was directly above the room the emperor was in. He kicked it in and dropped out the ceiling. Surprising the guards he shot all three of them in seconds. He then karate chopped the technician before he could summon help but didn't see the emperor raise a tazor behind his back and fire. Smith collapsed to the floor in agony. Ying grabbed his gun and shot Smith in the head. Then checking the counter he saw that it was ready. He hit the button and the doors opened. The speakers came to life
and he heard "Launch in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1." and the rocket blasted out the hangar. Ying smiled, all was going to plan.
And to cut a long story short. It worked. Ying took control of the world, he spent his first two years crushing rebellions. But I am not here to tell you that story. I am here to tell you about the one sport he then made the world sport. It had a name and that name was "The Arena". It was a place like the gladiatorial shows of old and Ying made it so that it was almost exactly like the Roman shows. There was to be no ranged which meant no guns. The local ruler of the county would preside over the shows and be the judge of if someone lived or died. There were special fights and more but I could go on forever about The Arena. The rules are so complex that there are two rule books. The full rulebook and the simplified version. People only use the first in rare cases, Usually only at the top level. The best of the best get to go to China and perform in-front of the emperor. The last thing I will say for now is that after a while teams were formed. Some of the fighters came together to form teams. These teams usually consist of four or five and then alliances are formed between teams. These alliances will be ruled by one team which is ruled by one player These alliances and teams never fight, in draws it is made sure that they don't. I will tell more about The Arena as this continues.
And now down to business.
You are a fighter in The Arena. It doesn't matter how old you are etc. Anyone will be accepted as long as they aren't a criminal. Also note that if someone is already head of a team you can't create your character in the same position as them. Anyway, you will be good enough to be taken to the emperor. It doesn't matter if you've been there for a while or for a short time. And without further ado, here is the character sheet (note there is no equipment section. That is because all teams have armourers, about two per team, and so their weaponry changes per battle. You are allowed two different weapons in battle.)
Name:
Arena Name (What the crowd will know you as):
Gender:
Age:
Team:
Rank in team:
Alliance:
Bio:
At the top there are two alliances. There is "Death Bringers" and there is "Skull Crackers"
They are named after the teams that rule them. When you join I will talk to you about which alliance you want to be in and so can we leave that blank for now. And here are my characters since I will be using two.
Name: Ben Andrews
Arena Name: Zemelci (now can be translated as Unseen Death in Chinese, the world language.)
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance: 6,2. Agile, His body is scarred from previous fights. Black, cropped hair and black eyes. He has a scar that runs down the right side of his neck from his first ever fight. He has wild, dirty hair and his beard is shaved off regularly though, to avoid it catching on something in a fight.
Team: Death Bringers
Rank in team: Head
Alliance: Death Bringers
Bio: Born and raised in England, Ben had a nice childhood until one day his parents were brutally murdered. To avoid being sent to a workhouse (used for orphans and criminals) he ran away, and joined The Arena. Having been trained in self-defence from a young age he excelled but in his first match he grew cocky and his opponent sliced the right side of his neck open winning the match. Ben's life was spared and he was rushed off to the medics who managed to save his life but he now has a permanent scar there, reminding him the cost of his foolishness. He advanced rapidly mastering all the weapons there were to offer. He had a great understanding of tactics and which weapon was best to beat which weapon. By the age of seventeen he had founded his own team and was now going to take it to Beijing. He joined Death Bringers (at the time called a different name) and took his team to second in command until the leader of the other team was killed in a fight, leaving Ben as his successor. He has carried to fight forever since although he still awaits revenge on "Mace-man" the leader of "Skull Crackers" who killed his friend.
Character number two.
Name:James Walters
Arena Name (What the crowd will know you as): Mace-man
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Team: Skull Crackers
Rank in team: Head
Alliance: Skull Crackers
Bio: Not much is known about James Walters. He joined The Arena at the age of 23, and rose to power through his strength with a Mace, earning him his arena name. He founded the team Skull Crackers. Their principle is that their equipment for every match is a Mace and Ball&Chain (The alliance do not have those rules however). He is the one who killed Ben's friend leaving Ben in charge of "Death Bringers", their hatred of each other is legendary yet they have never faced in battle. Fate has been kind that way.
Well then, what do you think?
Beijing, January 2015
The motorbike tore through the streets. The man riding it was Agent Smith (MI6) and he was attempting to save the world. "Strike Squad! Come in! This is Agent! Do you copy me!" He shouted down his radio as a police car tore onto the street after him. The chase was on. He began to weave through the traffic with more and more police cars appearing. Suddenly his radio came alive "This is Strike Squad, We copy you loud and clear Agent! What should we do?" he said, and then gunfire came from somewhere and he swore. The Agent swore too. If this carried on China would succeed and the world would fall.
Now, some of you are probably beginning to wonder what is going on. So let me take you back to September 2014, In a small lab not far from Beijing.
"To our success!" the scientists said and clinked their wine glasses and drunk. "Well I'm glad it's finally over" one scientist said to another "I was beginning to get bored of constantly testing chemicals and creating new ones. And I'm a chemist!"
They are celebrating the finishing of a plan they have been working on for a long time. A Biological warhead that when fired will disable all nuclear missiles on Earth. They also found the neutralisation chemical which will be inserted into their missiles leaving China with the possibility to destroy the whole world and stay standing. They would be able to take all the other countries with ease. You see, the Chinese leader (now Ying Shong Chau) does not wish to rule China alone, only the world will be enough. Of course their plans did not go unnoticed. Several secret services have heard rumours and dispatched their own sources to investigate. Now the British and Americans have combined and discovered the true threat. Too late to warn the rest of the world, Agent Smith and his companions have set off on a last ditch attempt to storm the launch site and self destruct the missile, rendering it harmless. And so, back to the main story.
"Agent to Strike Squad! Launch the attack! I'll go in through a different route when I arrive!" and he received confirmation from the Squad and he took a left heading up onto the motor ramp. He flew down it and then saw the police cars. They rolled down the windows and pulled out Uzi's aiming for his tyres. He in return pulled out his own Desert eagle and fired a couple of shots. One hitting a police car tyre, the car flipped and flew off the motor ramp. Agent Smith smiled, finally something going his way. He then saw his exit and took it. He drove down and carried on. He reached the place and pulled all the brakes. The bike skidded to a stop. As the police cars caught up he dismounted and ran. He drew his pistol and aimed back and fired as he ran. Not seeing if he hit but it was obvious he had from the screams in Chinese. "Get him!" one screamed as he ran through a door. He tried the handle on a door of the exterior of the building. Locked, as he had expected. He stuck and blob of C4 to it and then pulled himself over the wall. He ran off just as the police turned the corner. The police man swore in Chinese half a second before he was blown to pieces as Smith detonated the C4. He ran back through and into the building.
Meanwhile Ying Shong Chau was sitting in his office at the centre of the building, smiling. His guards had their rifles aimed at the door. Ready for the next person to open the door and be shot. "Sir" came a voice from behind him and Ying Shong Chau turned to see his chief technician "Two minutes until the missile is ready for launch Sir." he reported.
"Good, Good" Ying murmured. Finally, after what had taken several years planning all was coming to fruit. He would finally assume his rightful place as emperor of the world.
The strike squad broke through the main doors with relative ease. But inside they had suffered casualties. Two of their seven had died and one other hit through the shoulder, limiting him to his pistol only. They were running out of ammo fast. The problem was not the skill of his troops but the numbers. For every one they shot it seemed that two would replace the one before. Slowly but surely though they were breaking through, moral on the other side was low as well. Suddenly the injured man was killed, a bullet in the brain. Angry, they charged together. They were mown down seconds after leaving cover.
Agent Smith was encountering almost no resistance. He had found a hidden passage that the emperor-to-be did not know about. Smith hadn't either, he had just stumbled upon it by accident but had recognised it's value. He arrived and saw he was directly above the room the emperor was in. He kicked it in and dropped out the ceiling. Surprising the guards he shot all three of them in seconds. He then karate chopped the technician before he could summon help but didn't see the emperor raise a tazor behind his back and fire. Smith collapsed to the floor in agony. Ying grabbed his gun and shot Smith in the head. Then checking the counter he saw that it was ready. He hit the button and the doors opened. The speakers came to life
and he heard "Launch in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1." and the rocket blasted out the hangar. Ying smiled, all was going to plan.
And to cut a long story short. It worked. Ying took control of the world, he spent his first two years crushing rebellions. But I am not here to tell you that story. I am here to tell you about the one sport he then made the world sport. It had a name and that name was "The Arena". It was a place like the gladiatorial shows of old and Ying made it so that it was almost exactly like the Roman shows. There was to be no ranged which meant no guns. The local ruler of the county would preside over the shows and be the judge of if someone lived or died. There were special fights and more but I could go on forever about The Arena. The rules are so complex that there are two rule books. The full rulebook and the simplified version. People only use the first in rare cases, Usually only at the top level. The best of the best get to go to China and perform in-front of the emperor. The last thing I will say for now is that after a while teams were formed. Some of the fighters came together to form teams. These teams usually consist of four or five and then alliances are formed between teams. These alliances will be ruled by one team which is ruled by one player These alliances and teams never fight, in draws it is made sure that they don't. I will tell more about The Arena as this continues.
And now down to business.
You are a fighter in The Arena. It doesn't matter how old you are etc. Anyone will be accepted as long as they aren't a criminal. Also note that if someone is already head of a team you can't create your character in the same position as them. Anyway, you will be good enough to be taken to the emperor. It doesn't matter if you've been there for a while or for a short time. And without further ado, here is the character sheet (note there is no equipment section. That is because all teams have armourers, about two per team, and so their weaponry changes per battle. You are allowed two different weapons in battle.)
Name:
Arena Name (What the crowd will know you as):
Gender:
Age:
Team:
Rank in team:
Alliance:
Bio:
At the top there are two alliances. There is "Death Bringers" and there is "Skull Crackers"
They are named after the teams that rule them. When you join I will talk to you about which alliance you want to be in and so can we leave that blank for now. And here are my characters since I will be using two.
Name: Ben Andrews
Arena Name: Zemelci (now can be translated as Unseen Death in Chinese, the world language.)
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance: 6,2. Agile, His body is scarred from previous fights. Black, cropped hair and black eyes. He has a scar that runs down the right side of his neck from his first ever fight. He has wild, dirty hair and his beard is shaved off regularly though, to avoid it catching on something in a fight.
Team: Death Bringers
Rank in team: Head
Alliance: Death Bringers
Bio: Born and raised in England, Ben had a nice childhood until one day his parents were brutally murdered. To avoid being sent to a workhouse (used for orphans and criminals) he ran away, and joined The Arena. Having been trained in self-defence from a young age he excelled but in his first match he grew cocky and his opponent sliced the right side of his neck open winning the match. Ben's life was spared and he was rushed off to the medics who managed to save his life but he now has a permanent scar there, reminding him the cost of his foolishness. He advanced rapidly mastering all the weapons there were to offer. He had a great understanding of tactics and which weapon was best to beat which weapon. By the age of seventeen he had founded his own team and was now going to take it to Beijing. He joined Death Bringers (at the time called a different name) and took his team to second in command until the leader of the other team was killed in a fight, leaving Ben as his successor. He has carried to fight forever since although he still awaits revenge on "Mace-man" the leader of "Skull Crackers" who killed his friend.
Character number two.
Name:James Walters
Arena Name (What the crowd will know you as): Mace-man
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Team: Skull Crackers
Rank in team: Head
Alliance: Skull Crackers
Bio: Not much is known about James Walters. He joined The Arena at the age of 23, and rose to power through his strength with a Mace, earning him his arena name. He founded the team Skull Crackers. Their principle is that their equipment for every match is a Mace and Ball&Chain (The alliance do not have those rules however). He is the one who killed Ben's friend leaving Ben in charge of "Death Bringers", their hatred of each other is legendary yet they have never faced in battle. Fate has been kind that way.
Well then, what do you think?
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