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f o r u m -- n a m e :

Eloquent Fear

g e n r e :

Macabre / Horror

b a n n e r -- c o d e :




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p l o t :

There is a place, nightmareish they call it. but it is a place that many do not think about. All they are concerned with is the fight, the battle. The fun.
There is a place- not unlike a coliseum far fron the coast of ancient Greece. They call it the Warfront. Fitting name. This place is a battlefeild. There are men here. They cannot even be called men, rightfully. They are animals, turned into killing. Rised from children to be the killers that they are. Pitted against eachother, every day.

These fights are to the death. And they enjoy it. The spectators come from all around, just to see the battle. It seems perfect, easy entertainment, hardly that much to get in. They do not think about the fighters.

They are kidnapped, as boys, and taken to the Warfront. They are fitted with collars and shackles and thrown into pits. Underground pits, filled with the dead and the dying. Rotting bodies and men that would do near anything for a fresh bit of meat. The boys that do not fight do not survive. Those that do, however, wish that they were dead.

But there is a man. They call him heartless, they call him beastial. He is the worst of them all, a cut-throat, and he is hardly fourteen years old. But he has a human streak. Something that urges him to escape. He plans to do it, to take down the man running this abomination, and to taste the sweet air of freedom.

The question is, do you have the heart to rebel against all you know?

a n y t h i n g -- e l s e :

n / a