Louise
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Welcome to the Murder Bridge!
The Tournament of the Cauldron had come home to Rattatak, but it wasn't back in the pits just yet. No. This semi-final was to take place on the planet's frigid north pole.
A crumbling bridge, surrounded by a decaying fortress lost to time, lost to history. If one were to inquire about the decrepit building there would be no answers to be found. Perhaps if one was to delve into an old archive they would uncover the truth about the structure, perhaps but we are not here to read, we are here to fight, we are here to die, we are here to win.
A blizzard swirled around them, accompanied by a cruel wind that could pierce through to the bone. A portion of stone eroded over time by harsh conditions crumbled right there and then. Was this safe? Was this legal?
No. This was the semi-final.
Would the bridge hold out?
Perhaps, but at least given the natures of the two competitors of this round the bridge would receive a night of passion before total annihilation. @[member="Jared Ovmar"] and @[member="Mikhail Shorn"]. Two faces loved by the palms of women's hands. It was likely that this would be a bout of both comedy and destruction. A meeting of those without morals, there was no clear favourite here.
Also, top tip: Don't fall off, that's a pretty deep chasm, who knows what may lurk below.
The Tournament of the Cauldron had come home to Rattatak, but it wasn't back in the pits just yet. No. This semi-final was to take place on the planet's frigid north pole.
A crumbling bridge, surrounded by a decaying fortress lost to time, lost to history. If one were to inquire about the decrepit building there would be no answers to be found. Perhaps if one was to delve into an old archive they would uncover the truth about the structure, perhaps but we are not here to read, we are here to fight, we are here to die, we are here to win.
A blizzard swirled around them, accompanied by a cruel wind that could pierce through to the bone. A portion of stone eroded over time by harsh conditions crumbled right there and then. Was this safe? Was this legal?
No. This was the semi-final.
Would the bridge hold out?
Perhaps, but at least given the natures of the two competitors of this round the bridge would receive a night of passion before total annihilation. @[member="Jared Ovmar"] and @[member="Mikhail Shorn"]. Two faces loved by the palms of women's hands. It was likely that this would be a bout of both comedy and destruction. A meeting of those without morals, there was no clear favourite here.
Also, top tip: Don't fall off, that's a pretty deep chasm, who knows what may lurk below.