Walliver
Two Thousand Club
“This world was not made for you.”
There is no colosseum. There is no arena. There are no spectators to the game, no one who is exempt from this fight. The highborns and the peasants are merely titles here. And here, your title means nothing. Here, your battles will be waged with body and mind, not with money or standing.
Here, in the wilds of the multiverse, there is nothing you can fear more than your fellow creature. And be careful of your alliances. Anyone you choose to trust could one day spell your doom.
(All will be clear if you simply ask)
There is no colosseum. There is no arena. There are no spectators to the game, no one who is exempt from this fight. The highborns and the peasants are merely titles here. And here, your title means nothing. Here, your battles will be waged with body and mind, not with money or standing.
Here, in the wilds of the multiverse, there is nothing you can fear more than your fellow creature. And be careful of your alliances. Anyone you choose to trust could one day spell your doom.
(All will be clear if you simply ask)
