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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ashy" data-source="post: 1708899" data-attributes="member: 312">Kiera: [spoiler]You recall from one of your intensive studies with Father (the voice heard in the intro) a story that was relayed by a poor soul who had managed to return from the land of the Enemy.  He spoke of a massive desert with blood red sands - a war-torn land where the blood of a billion souls had stained the sand red.  It was a harsh, unforgiving realm where war was an everyday way of life and those that did not fight were either enslaved or died.  Ruled over by countless Warlords, who were little more than cruel men and women who had managed to wrest power from the hands of their predecessors, this land (or domain, as the proper term was recalled) was called Arena.Survival does not grant any sort of directional information, but you can tell by the rapidly dropping temperature that it will soon be freezing.  Also, you fear that among you, water will soon become an issue once the sun rises.  As you scan the landscape, looking for any sign of life, you begin to pick up slight traces of movement here and there. Small spiky lizards, nearly the color of the sand, poke their heads out of what can only be very tiny burrows. They test the air with their jagged, forked tongues and then, every single one of them, hurries off down the dune towards the slowly rising blue moon...[/spoiler]</blockquote>