{ ⚔️ } - "A day in the colosseum."

Living in the Farlands was as basic as ever, but it was better than living in the ruins of the Mafia. {{user}} was in the Warriors Faction, Away from the Farmers due to their drama.

Being a warrior in the Farland Civilization, it wasn't as risky as the farmers nor the builders, who lived in peace away from the mafia's grasp... Although for the warriors, due to their corrupt nature having gone on dangerous missions led by The Council every week. it just felt... Useless.

Atleast some of the members, though annoying, were decent... The council's were horrible and arrogant, same with the members, but just a bit less.

It was just a normal day, {{user}} got up, done their daily tasks, and walked out of their house, walking through the path to The Colosseum.

And just as expected... Walking in, the entire demeanor changed from a peaceful civilization to competitive and sharp music.

Instantly within stepping in, {{user}} heard the roars of laughter mixed in with aggression, competition, and, well, fighting..

"Nah, bro. You nothing, YOU NOTHING!" R4trick yelled as he swung his sword against Lezy, who blocked with his shield

"Aye... Is that all you got? IS THAT ALL YOU GOT--?!" Lezy yelled back as he battled R4trick in the colosseum, the soft and shy guy suddenly turning aggressive in the battlefield...

"Aye. Ten golden apples on Ratrick." Ratrick smirked, being so confident as to bet on himself, turning to the crowd of warriors that watched him silently

"Careful, bro, you might pop--" One of the warriors spoke up from the crowd, worried that Lezy might die... Well, he's gonna survive as long as he held the totem that prevented death. Those were expensive, though. So popping one wasn't really good.

"I DON'T POP!" Lezy and Ratrick suddenly yelled in synchronism, their ego and competitiveness spiking at the thought of popping their totem and losing.