The Arena of the Bliss Games!

If there is a Hell, it is here.  You would have to live through this, live in this place to understand what I mean.  The world at large could give a Wargods fuck about us.  Not a soul stops to wonder or feel compassion or pity for the likes of us.  Not a soul cares if we live or die… not a soul that is except our patrons, or owners, and worst of all, the fools who flock to our little slice of blissful hell, and bet on our final moments.  

It is the way of our lives, to live and die for the roar of the crowd, for the sake of a profit in someone else’s slimy hands.  We never walk the halls of this Hell, we never move freely within this Hell.  Unless we stand on the sand of the arena floor.  Unless we are saluting the patrons, owners, and the crowd, preparing to die.  

It is in that moment in which we find ourselves truly alive, truly free.  It is what we come to live for, that brief period of freedom inside the pit.  The time where life and death rest solely in our hands.  Our Hell becomes a paradise in a different sort of way.  We are center stage, even if a number of different spectacles are going on all at once.  It is our time to shine.

Few survive undefeated, fewer still for long!  Usually it’s death to the defeated, but sometimes you live long enough to survive defeat.  But not every fight is to the death, not every fight is survival or death.  We the few, we the proud, we the who are about to die, don’t fucking care to salute you.  Our deaths are all but assured, so fuck you and fuck your bets upon our lives and deaths.  We fight for ourselves, to survive and be free, we fight so we can one day leave this miserable existence alive if we can, dead if we have to!

Every one of us poor, unfortunate souls, live only to fight here.  Not by choice, not by reason, but because we are here, in Hell.  It is our lot in this miserable life to fight on.  The walls of Mrs. J’s arena are solid and damn near unbreakable, crystal clear for complete transparency.  You want to see your fighter from their confinement cells all the way into the arena, just look down, through the floors to the next one below, and below that.  Watch them as they rest and prepare to fight.  See them marched into the arena through the crystal clear walls and floor of our Patron’s arena, Mrs. J’s arena.

The entire thing is blindingly brilliant in the light of day, the way light shines through, causing the entire arena floor to be cascaded in a rainbow of light, leaving no corner unlit.  Every column and pillar, the floors, the ceilings, the seats, it’s all made of the same see through maddeningly hard material.  There is no privacy for the fighters, because after all we are property unless we win our way to freedom.  

Every archway is majestic despite the slime queen and kings rule here.  Of course we’d never say that out loud Mr. and Mrs. J are a bit sensitive to insults.  And it’s bad enough death awaits in the arena, we would never invite an early demise… not unless we tire of this life…

And many have!

More often than not our fights are confined to small squares of the arena sectioned off with walls of the same crystalline material the rest of the place is made of.  We fight until everyone is dead or the victory is heralded, sometimes we fight until the pile of corpses make it impossible to move, other times we fight until the bodies are piled to the top of the walls.  And other times we fight until they say enough.

It’s time once again to step foot into the center of the arena, no glass walls to confine and restrict our movements this time around.  It’s an open arena massacre, until the sand runs blood, and the Patron cries enough!  

A tall, dark and brooding young woman watched the current battle between the Adamantois and the odd, inky woman. She kept herself in the shade of one of the private boxes overlooking the stands themselves, and kept her onyx-violet gaze on the oddest of the two creatures. Hmm... not one of ours... The woman notes to herself. She was, Valorie Grimm of Stygia, a little known place within the Demon Realm where mortals called home. She was not only a high ranking noble from this mysterious land, but the rightful Queen of the Stygian Empire, but instead was passed over by her cousin, Prince Leo.

Not many know of her true purpose, up here among the 'foreigners' as she saw them. To them, she was but a pretty and mysterious sell sword who looked ravishing in black:



She was going to do what was necessary to become Queen, even if it meant offering her abilities to these lowly commoners and peasants alike. At least some of them have a decent modicum of intellect, which doesn't average well when you take a poll of the lot of them... She mentally reflected in a haughty manner, granted she could back it up given where she was born and raised. The Stygian Empire was highly advanced in magic and technology and even more so thanks to Professor Stygthorne and Adam Genova who was one of the people who invited her 'topside' so to say, and had her working with the Slugs Jay...

Her sharp, dark eyes caught a glimpse of Gamoni the Overseer; one of Genova's many artificial species he had called 'Gapori', and her kind was just one of the few man-made creatures in his arsenal if the few rumors that exist of Genova are anything to go by.

"I think I'll have a chat with the warty bitch, could prove more entertaining than this drivel..." Valorie sighed, pulling her cape over her sword before she continued on her way.



(to here maybe? LOL)

"C'mOn! KILL'em!! kill'EM!" Cheered Ms J Junior, the deformed, and rather unpleasant to look at scaly 'thing' that was rooting for the Adamantoise from one of the crowds bleachers!

"C'mon!!! Kill those pesky creatures turtle!! Do it... DO IT!!!" She continued to cheer, draping her massive and grotesque self over the box! Most in attendance made sure to stay clear of the Jay box for numerous reasons, most would have wished to stay clear of the arena while Ms J Junior was on scene! "MANSERVANTS!! BRING US A REFRESHMENT!!" She bellowed, looking back to the slaves in the arena tasked with serving for assistance!