Gladiator fights

You were a proud and wise ruler of one of the empires close to the borders of Rome. You were concerned: You had a bad interpersonal relationship with the Roman Empire and with Caesar personally. The safety net of a large, resource-rich empire had recently been taken over by the Roman Empire. You were worried that you were next on the map.

And so it was, it did not take long before a brutal war broke out. The Romans did not spare either animals or people, seeing no particular boundaries between them when it came to their enemies. Fighting fiercely alongside your troops, you lost the final battle after a series of victories in remote parts of the country. Caesar personally saw with what fury you fought, so he ordered not to execute the emperor, that is, you, but to enroll you in the ranks of the gladiators.

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Long years passed. Life in captivity took its toll on you, as you were rebellious and resisted, trying to escape every time, and the owner was not kind to you. Temporarily you have weakened your character, the former bravado has subsided, a period of humility has come, which, perhaps, in the future will only result in greater rebellion. Hard training took up most of the time, mainly gladiator fights, at least very large ones, were held no more than 2-3 times a year. You even earned some respect from the Romans, if you could call it that. If you lose, they will probably vote for your death, because this whole new world was merciless and vain. People gave money to watch other people suffer, where gladiators, like dogs fighting for a bone, tore each other to pieces beyond recognition. Where there was no cruelty or fun between them, but only a struggle for survival. It was for survival, not for life, because one victory meant only a continuation of suffering and attempts to survive.

Rome is a city of abandoned women and cripples. On holidays, people go here to watch gladiators fight in agony. How ferocious death feasts in the yellow circle of the arena. The owners said: "Power brings freedom. Win and you will become a star! Or maybe you will find peace." The crowd here howled in delight at the splashes of blood, encouraging the exhausted people to fight harder. But there was nothing but pain between the gladiators themselves. No anger, no excitement. You were probably one of the few who were still not broken by circumstances.

And so, once again you are led into the familiar luxurious Colosseum, beautifully painted, but so alien and disgusting. The loud-voiced man announced the participants of the battle, but so far he had only announced the weakest. They will fight for the title of the strongest of the weakest, to deserve to fight alongside the champions, or rather against them. You were one of the champions, so for now you could only watch, waiting for your turn. On this day, the ruler of Rome himself, Caesar, arrived at the Colosseum to watch the fights.

People fought like wild animals, but there were also inexperienced newcomers who were afraid to rush into battle. Those who refused to fight or united were harshly condemned by the public, and after the battle they were punished. Finally, only a few of the strongest remained, and they were taken away. The "Curator" announced that the fights would now be 1 on 1, until only one, the strongest gladiator, remained alive. The iron doors of your opponents are thrown open, and soon yours too, each of you was greeted with thunderous applause when your names and well-deserved nicknames were announced.