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Gladiator
You buckle your belt as you walk down the putrid, blood-filled hallway. You tighten your helmet and wipe the sticky sweat from you forehead. You breath heavily and listen to the thud of you feet on the cobblestone path. Suddenly, light pours in from the open gate ahead. You cover your face while your eyes adjust to the brightness. You wearily stumble into the arena. All around are people cheering and screaming. You pull out your Iron sword, and give the signal that your ready.
All of a sudden, a large gate opens on the other side of the arena. You gaze deeply in, and the realise that a pack of dark, angry wolves, are heading straight for you! They get closer and closer... Then, adrenalin overcomes you. You lift your sword high and slash it down, right through a wolfs head. Another wolf lunges toward you, you pull the blade back, and sink it deep, into its tender chest. The rest of the pack cower away, and you start to breath again.
The crowd cheers! As you steady yourself, your hands still shaking, you sit yourself on the bloody floor. You decide to throw your fist into the air, as a sign of victory, and all of a sudden the crowd is cheering your name loud and proud!
Later that day, when the sun is setting, you return to the arena for the next fight. You shake even harder this time, as you have never even seen a zombie. You drink your last bucket of milk, then again start to stumble up the long hallway.
Once again the gates open and you step outside. You bring out your blade, diamond this time, as a pose to your victory. You ready yourself for a wave of zombies, but what comes out is much worse...
Your eye widen and you stare in fear as a flood of skeletons, spiders, zombies and creepers come sprinting at you! Once more, your heart is beating very fast, and the adrenalin kicks in. You let out a ear-splitting shout, then charge straight for the mobs!
You swing your sword rapidly in all directions, cutting of limbs and decapitating creepers. You are the most might warrior the crowd as ever seen. They sit there in amazement, as you cut down each mob.
After 1 hour, your sword is drenched in blood, and so are you. You have various wounds all across your body. You stumble around tiredly, then, you somehow find the strength to throw your fist into the air once more, the crowd is cheering again, but they don't cheer your name this time...
They cheer out "Gladiator"
THE END!
Hope you liked the story,
-Yours sincerely, 00Jordy
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from liam (neon)
pss mery christmass ^_^