We split into two-ish groups: Rokka, Sampson (The Markovian), and myself are on the left on crodlus, Kary is in the air, and everyone else is on the right. We start to close, when two giant columns of rock erupt from the earth! If this isn’t the work of earth cultists (and I don’t think […]

A gong rings out, and we walk back into the arena for the third and hopefully final time. The sand has been removed, exposing wooden planks, many with regular holes bored into them, presumably for added fuckery. The walls are covered with razor wire, and opposite us are two hulking behemoths of men: The Markovian […]