I N T R O D U C I N G the SLAUGHTER RING S L A S H E R ! The 126st Annual SR Slasher Event is B A C K; a yearly spectacle that all of Calamity — even those without a bloodthirsty nature — have a desire to attend. Curiosity floods throughout the State, seeping into each territory with the two main questions being: Who will consciously voice their name to fight in the ring? And who will have it be etched into the wall without their knowledge?
THE S I G N U P S HAVE B E G U N
Just behind the ring, names of those that intend to participate in the tournament appear etched into the now white wall — as red as blood. The host and owner of The Slaughter Ring, Nolan Thatcher, stands back with a wide smile on his face. There's something else there, though, flashing in his eyes, if one chooses to look a bit closer.
"Who else is brave enough to enter into the ring? Come on... don't be shy. It's all just a bit of fun. After all, the Haven is a safe place." Nolan's voice echoes throughout the space, coaxing those in attendance to reconsider. "And the prize at the end is one of great value, I can assure you. I've picked it out myself!"
His hands clap together — loud against the cement walls. "All are welcome. Even you mortals. You can even bring your own weapon that I may, or may not, approve." Fanged teeth flash as his hyper focused eyes catch one of the humans across the room. "And who knows? Maybe you'll get a bit of an advantage if you step foot on the sand." The sand in the ring is no longer the brown hue that everyone recognizes, it has been replaced by thicker obsidian dirt particles that are more rough on the skin. The point of the Slaugher Ring is to shed blood, in the end.
The Ring encourages all to step forward to prove not only their worth, but the worth of their species. In Calamity, there's not always room for all. So, you choose...
W H O WILL E N T E R THE RING?
