Dawn of Battle

It was like any other silent night to the lawful citizens of Star Territory's five towns. Some were fast asleep, some were up gambling, and some were indulging in the pleasures of the flesh with their significant others.

Two thousand slaves besieged the borders of each town, dressed in casual leather-fitting clothes as they stood in attention in front of a realistic projection composed of worldly energy. The same projection of the beautiful Pandora hovered in front of each other camp, speaking directly to the slaves below.

"Every one of you must have been updated on the rules for the following selection. I won't lie to you, it will be absolutely brutal. Out of the two thousand people before me, only two hundred will make it out alive today."

"Not one person more, not one person less. Actually, there might be a less headcount than two hundred by the time I'm through with you all."