Canon 6: Battle Tournament [Complete]

[Zou ۞]

Name: [Battle Tournament] - The Adventure Name

Participants: [Anyone can participate as long as they aren't in Canon 5 or Canon 7.] - Who can participate?

Location: [The Game Ring - Location Unknown] - Where does this take place?

Difficulty Level: [Hard] - Easy, Medium, Hard, Extreme. How difficult is this adventure?

Setting: [DE] Is this DE or NDE? Death Enabled or Non Death Enabled?

Plotline: [Several people have been sucked into an all out battle tournament by The Game Master. He has pit them against PERFECT matches for each other based on strength and ability. Win your battle, you win your survival and freedom.] - Explain the plot of your adventure.

Estimated Enemy Strength: [Equivalent to strength of participants] Estimate the strength of the NPC's people will fight in this adventure. Class 7-1, what is their strength on average?

Estimated Time Until Completion: [Possibly 12-15 pages] - How many pages do you think this adventure will run for until it is over?

Starts: [Now] - When does the adventure begin?

Special Conditions: [Cannot participate in this while active in another DE thread] - Any special conditions, limitations, or other things.

[xdapowahx]

Kousen woke up in a dungeon cell filled with corpses. Blood was everywhere, and the foul scent polluted his nostrils. His eyes were blood shot from harsh sleep, and his throat was parched, his stomach empty, and his tongue swelling up from dehydration. He had lots of bleeding wounds across his back. He had been captured only recently, and it had taken quite a bit of fight to get him here. Kousen tried to scramble to his feet, but he could not. He no longer had the energy for it. He smelled something other than the blood as well. He looked around, noticing dried feces and what appeared to be pots of urine. The whole place stank. He was going to die of sickness eventually if he didn't get out of here soon. Kousen crawled to the bars, sticking his face against them. The cold steel was soothing on his burning face, which was matted with cold sweat.

"Hello!" he croaked out. It echoed, but softly. Nobody would be able to hear him. He kept on anyway. "Can anybody hear me?" His voice was dying. He needed nourishment. He needed both water and food, and better living conditions. "UUUGGHH..." he groaned. Kousen stuck his hand out through the bars, grabbing the floor. He managed to gasp a yell out that echoed loudly enough to be hard. "PLEASE..." he begged. This effort took a lot of his already diminished strength, and he found himself out of breath, sobbing for air. He couldn't speak again if he wanted to stay away from the experience of being a mute. Kousen had a vague sense of nolstalgia, as if he'd been in a situation like this before. He closed his eyes, and waited.

[Zou ۞]

OOC: Just waiting for more people to join.

[Zou ۞]

Terminated. Only one person joined. +500 TP to the only participant.

[xdapowahx]

I want all 500 of that TP to become 250 SP.