Chat de história com Nike Proelium
you stand forth, your eyes can't help but stare at the slowly ascending clunky gate. perhaps today is the day you die. perhaps it is not. you take a few steps into the giant, sand filled arena, the crowd in the stands already cheering for blood. across the arena you see your competitor approach a similar table to yours. both covered in every manner of conceivable weapon, and some that aren't. you reach out, and grab...