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He looked up groggily, the room swirling slightly as he stared, his eyes half open, at the cold cobblestone ceiling above him. He coughed and rolled to the side, sitting up and running his fingers through his tasseled brunette hair.
He rubbed his stinging eyes, feeling a sharp pain ring down his side, he put his hand to it, finding a bandage running along his middle over his ribs. What had happened to him?
He stood, shakily at first, and looked around. The walls of his room were cold metal bars that he pit his hand to and ran his finger down. He pulls it away quickly, the rusted metal had made a small cut in his finger that began to bleed. He furrowed his eyebrows to his hand and then looked around more. All the cell - though hard to call it that with the door wide open - contained was a small metal wash basic as a sink, a cracked mirror, a couple of little wooden boxes stacked next to his bed with a pile of clothes sat neatly folded on top. Then the mattress he had woken up on, with the thin sheet that lay over the top.
He walked over to the wash basin, resting his hands either side of it and looking into the cracked mirror. He wiped his hand across it, careful not to cut his hand further, and looked at his reflection. Brunette hair, piercing blue eyes, pale complexion. He looked down into the basin, fresh, sparkling water sat in a pool inside. He dipped his hands into it, feeling relieved at the cool feel of the liquid against his bruised and cut hands. He didn't understand why, but at the moment he was glad to have the water. Then, after a moment he pulled up a pool of water in his hands and splashed it against his face, rubbing his eyes again. He looked back to the mirror. The marks that had been on his face, neck and chest, had slowly begun to disappear, and the numb pain that had been there before was slowly beginning to dissipate. Must have been healing water. He looked down to his ribs, pulling up some more water and pulling back the bandage, hissing slightly at the pain, and moved his hand under the bandage, feeling the still wet, deep cut that was on his ribs. He looked away and hissed in pain once again, leaning over the sink with his eyes clenched shut. A few seconds later he looked up to the mirror, feeling the pain slowly leave. He looked back, pulling the bandage down again to see that only a small scar looking mark remained. He furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head slightly, before slowly pulling the bandages off from around him and using them as a towel to wipe the access water from around his face, before placing them on the side of the basin. He looked to the clothes, and walked over. He was already wearing the black ripped at the knee trousers, so pulled the shirt up, it was a baggy tank top that was low at the ribs and front. He pulled it on, it came down to just below his belt and was very baggy, but very comfortable. He then picked up the short sleeved jacket that was laying there, it was a deep red, with golden bands where the arms were cut off, and gold around the collar. He pulled it on over the top. It was surprisingly cool. And the cell was pretty warm.
He looked to the door, taking a moment, before walking out of it and up the stairs that were to the left. The light blinded him as he stepped onto onto what he could only imagine to be the deck of a ship. He looked around, a hand shielding his eyes. He noticed a dock not too far from him, and as he began to walk towards it, he noticed a board filled with signposts and a single red button sat to the front. He read the signposts, each one telling him a different rule, to which he didn't know. He then looked down to the button, placing his hand on it and pushing down. He felt two sharp barbs shoot into his palm and one in each of his fingers. He gritted his teeth in pain as information and images flashed through his head. A few seconds later the barbs slowly retracted, and he pulled his hand away, looking down at his hand as it slowly healed. He guessed the liquid that he had washed with was probably a healing potion.
He looked back up to the rules, knowing that they were about now. And suddenly feeling like he had played prior games to this one, but wasn't one hundred percent sure that they had genuinely happened to him. Questioning why this was happening to him, why he was the one who had to do this, he walked over to the main docking area, where there were two chests, a tower of yellow blocks, and a familiar face opposite him. He walked over, the person appeared to be frozen, but he had no doubt that it was Sips.
He stopped walking when he was in front of his own blocks, and waited for the game to begin.
The dirt trader woke up, and looked around. Xephos explained to him what was happening and what they needed to do, before taking the things out of his chest, and pulling up the pickaxe.
After himself and the dirt trader had collected all things from their lucky blocks, they both ventured off to trade up the items into better ones, in the end, he had voodoo dolls, a hammer, an axe and a couple of chainsaws, but only one good piece of armour, the featherfall boots, the rest was enchanted iron. He sighed, and walked back over to Sips, who had both the best chestplate and helmet, and then diamond armour on the rest of him. He held two lucky swords, the ultimate bow, voodoo dolls, and a princess.
He sighed, Sips had better armour by far. That would probably be his downfall. He sighed, out one of the chainsaws, and lead Sips towards the main ship, past the one he had woken up in.
Corvax stood in his little area like usual, looking down on them. Xephos looked up at him, a stoney expression on his face as Sips walked over next to him.
The gates shut behind them as he continued to look up to Corvax, then turned, ready to fight the creature that would be released into the arena.
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After the fight was done, he stood to the front of the massive gates to the pleasure beach. Sips was next to him, wearing a proud smile, but somehow, behind the smile he saw a little sadness. He didn't question why. He just watched as the dirt trader walked through the gates.
As they were closing, he could swear he saw Honeydew stood far away on the other side, sadly looking towards him, like he knew something terrible that Xephos didn't. He wanted to go to him, go to all the others and see what was happening, have them explain. He saw Sips look back at him over his shoulder, but then, he heard Corvax not far behind him.
"Black out." His deep growling voice came, and after a sharp pain rung down his spine and head, and a large slice cut into his ribs, he fell to the floor, landing hard as the last thing he saw was the large gates closing in front of him.
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He looked up groggily, the room swirling slightly as he stared, his eyes half open, at the cold, cobblestone ceiling.
He had the feeling he had done this all before.

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He looked up groggily, the room swirling slightly as he stared, his eyes half open, at the cold cobblestone ceiling above him. He coughed and rolled to the side, sitting up and running his fingers through his tasseled brunette hair.
He rubbed his stinging eyes, feeling a sharp pain ring down his side, he put his hand to it, finding a bandage running along his middle over his ribs. What had happened to him?
He stood, shakily at first, and looked around. The walls of his room were cold metal bars that he pit his hand to and ran his finger down. He pulls it away quickly, the rusted metal had made a small cut in his finger that began to bleed. He furrowed his eyebrows to his hand and then looked around more. All the cell - though hard to call it that with the door wide open - contained was a small metal wash basic as a sink, a cracked mirror, a couple of little wooden boxes stacked next to his bed with a pile of clothes sat neatly folded on top. Then the mattress he had woken up on, with the thin sheet that lay over the top.
He walked over to the wash basin, resting his hands either side of it and looking into the cracked mirror. He wiped his hand across it, careful not to cut his hand further, and looked at his reflection. Brunette hair, piercing blue eyes, pale complexion. He looked down into the basin, fresh, sparkling water sat in a pool inside. He dipped his hands into it, feeling relieved at the cool feel of the liquid against his bruised and cut hands. He didn't understand why, but at the moment he was glad to have the water. Then, after a moment he pulled up a pool of water in his hands and splashed it against his face, rubbing his eyes again. He looked back to the mirror. The marks that had been on his face, neck and chest, had slowly begun to disappear, and the numb pain that had been there before was slowly beginning to dissipate. Must have been healing water. He looked down to his ribs, pulling up some more water and pulling back the bandage, hissing slightly at the pain, and moved his hand under the bandage, feeling the still wet, deep cut that was on his ribs. He looked away and hissed in pain once again, leaning over the sink with his eyes clenched shut. A few seconds later he looked up to the mirror, feeling the pain slowly leave. He looked back, pulling the bandage down again to see that only a small scar looking mark remained. He furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head slightly, before slowly pulling the bandages off from around him and using them as a towel to wipe the access water from around his face, before placing them on the side of the basin. He looked to the clothes, and walked over. He was already wearing the black ripped at the knee trousers, so pulled the shirt up, it was a baggy tank top that was low at the ribs and front. He pulled it on, it came down to just below his belt and was very baggy, but very comfortable. He then picked up the short sleeved jacket that was laying there, it was a deep red, with golden bands where the arms were cut off, and gold around the collar. He pulled it on over the top. It was surprisingly cool. And the cell was pretty warm.
He looked to the door, taking a moment, before walking out of it and up the stairs that were to the left. The light blinded him as he stepped onto onto what he could only imagine to be the deck of a ship. He looked around, a hand shielding his eyes. He noticed a dock not too far from him, and as he began to walk towards it, he noticed a board filled with signposts and a single red button sat to the front. He read the signposts, each one telling him a different rule, to which he didn't know. He then looked down to the button, placing his hand on it and pushing down. He felt two sharp barbs shoot into his palm and one in each of his fingers. He gritted his teeth in pain as information and images flashed through his head. A few seconds later the barbs slowly retracted, and he pulled his hand away, looking down at his hand as it slowly healed. He guessed the liquid that he had washed with was probably a healing potion.
He looked back up to the rules, knowing that they were about now. And suddenly feeling like he had played prior games to this one, but wasn't one hundred percent sure that they had genuinely happened to him. Questioning why this was happening to him, why he was the one who had to do this, he walked over to the main docking area, where there were two chests, a tower of yellow blocks, and a familiar face opposite him. He walked over, the person appeared to be frozen, but he had no doubt that it was Sips.
He stopped walking when he was in front of his own blocks, and waited for the game to begin.
The dirt trader woke up, and looked around. Xephos explained to him what was happening and what they needed to do, before taking the things out of his chest, and pulling up the pickaxe.
After himself and the dirt trader had collected all things from their lucky blocks, they both ventured off to trade up the items into better ones, in the end, he had voodoo dolls, a hammer, an axe and a couple of chainsaws, but only one good piece of armour, the featherfall boots, the rest was enchanted iron. He sighed, and walked back over to Sips, who had both the best chestplate and helmet, and then diamond armour on the rest of him. He held two lucky swords, the ultimate bow, voodoo dolls, and a princess.
He sighed, Sips had better armour by far. That would probably be his downfall. He sighed, out one of the chainsaws, and lead Sips towards the main ship, past the one he had woken up in.
Corvax stood in his little area like usual, looking down on them. Xephos looked up at him, a stoney expression on his face as Sips walked over next to him.
The gates shut behind them as he continued to look up to Corvax, then turned, ready to fight the creature that would be released into the arena.
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After the fight was done, he stood to the front of the massive gates to the pleasure beach. Sips was next to him, wearing a proud smile, but somehow, behind the smile he saw a little sadness. He didn't question why. He just watched as the dirt trader walked through the gates.
As they were closing, he could swear he saw Honeydew stood far away on the other side, sadly looking towards him, like he knew something terrible that Xephos didn't. He wanted to go to him, go to all the others and see what was happening, have them explain. He saw Sips look back at him over his shoulder, but then, he heard Corvax not far behind him.
"Black out." His deep growling voice came, and after a sharp pain rung down his spine and head, and a large slice cut into his ribs, he fell to the floor, landing hard as the last thing he saw was the large gates closing in front of him.
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He looked up groggily, the room swirling slightly as he stared, his eyes half open, at the cold, cobblestone ceiling.
He had the feeling he had done this all before.