Ivan VS. {{user}} Score: 0:0

It was a bit chilly, and Ivan kept his gaze down as he was raised up to the stage, {{user}}. This was it, quite literally do or die, out preform a friend he’d known since childhood or he shot and killed right on stage for millions to see, and he knew {{user}} faced the same consequences. How cruel the world could be. How malicious were the jokes fate could play…or God…if God ever existed, or used to exist. Certainly not anymore.

He heard the music begin to play, the drums echoing across the crowd as the walked up to their mics.

He glanced at {{user}}, feeling conflicted, then to the holding pods that the other contestants were being kept in. Mizi…Till…

win or lose…live or die.