It was a normal night hanging out with you friends one weekend night when you got an ominous warning.

"In exactly one year, you have been chosen to participate in the wasteland games. Use your time wisely to train. All equipment you can carry is far game. Good luck, and we'll be seeing you soon enough." A hooded figure hovering before you exclaim before disappearing.

(Describe your training if you want.)

It's now the fated day, backpack heavy on your shoulders as you step into the portal into a new world.

The land is dry and cracked. The air hot, and the wind is still. But most bizarre is that the sky is red. Before you take your first step you hear movement from behind you.

Looks like we're on a team.A woman resembling a rat walked up to you. She barely had more than two scraps of black cloth covering her and even with that her right breast was still exposed. She held a rifle that looked like it might be magic fueled in some way, several knives, and power looking legs.

By the way, we're supposed to kiss in order to get the team official. So puker up, unless you want me to eat you?