Creepy. But very good!
...In a scary, I'm-Gonna-Rip-Ypur-Throat-Out-And-Then-Burn-You-Alive kinda way.
"It's time.. to start.... RUNNING!!!"
I can SO see Richard Dawson as a mastermind...
"City of Heroes. April 27, 2004 - August 31, 2012. Obliterated not with a weapon of mass destruction, not by an all-powerful supervillain... but by a cold-hearted and cowardly corporate suck-up."
((This is a concept I've had in mind for quite some time. I just wanna know what you guys think of it))
These islands are your home. Your residence, your place of keeping, your base, where you live, your current house of operations, where your settling in, however you want to say it. You exist on these islands. You may love it here. You may hate it here. You may have come by your own will. You may have been drug here kicking and screaming. You may be happy. You may just want to die.
But you're here. And you're safe here. At least, as safe as a person can be in the City of Villains. You're secure, protected by your own powers, shielded by your abilities. You can go on leave whenever you want, you can just kick back to your house and relax whenever you wanna call it a day.
Not me. I don't have that luxury. I don't live in these islands. Nor would I ever want to. I feel sorry for those who do. In any case. Why am I here?
Because it's a game. I'm playing a game. I'm playing it right now, as you read these words.
GoreRealm, they call it. It's a bloodsport. Bloodsport, in the dictionary, is defined as "A sport or game where the opponents are legally allowed to draw blood, severely injure or kill the opponent as the objective of the sport." In GoreRealm's case, it's all about killing. Killing as much as possible, in as many bloody, flashy ways you can think of.
The premise is simple: Take a crack team of heroes, serial killers, military vets, expert fighters, and whatever else. Give them as little equipment as possible. Put them into unfathomably dangerous situations. Let the blood fly, and let the ratings climb. This season puts us in the Rogue Isles.
It's somewhat amusing. Previously, people had video games, television, or books to amuse them. Now they've become disenchanted with that. So here I am, putting my life on the line for the sole purpose of making a random person whom I've never met giggle.
I'm the last one on my team, Venom Blade. Everyone else is dead. All the other teammates, gone, kaput, expired, eliminated, ex-living, whatever happy-dappy word you wanna use to describe it. I'm the only one left.
The game continues. I'm not gonna die. I'm gonna keep playing.
I'm gonna win this game. Even if everyone else has to die first.