Unreal Pain
By Sean Langhans

Prologue

July 19, 2321
A mess. A simple abbreviation of my life. My name is Runt Besaylee, and ever since mom and dad died in the great gas explosion on Titan, one of Saturn's moons, my life has been hell. I wake up each day wanting to kill the damned necris idiots who decided to shoot the plasma gun, at the planet my parents had mining rights on. It's funny how fast a man's life can change in the matter of hours.

Speaking of Titan, they have just built another stadium on it. I live on the original Earth, not the new one on Mars(Self Proclaimed Fake Planet)and that tournament is getting annoying, now they want to add one here right on top of one of the only surviving cities of this waste land planet. See I live in New York, few building survived the Redeemer battle that some lunatic had against the United Police system. Yeah, but I stayed only because my parents said never give up. For what I shall never know, nor care.


So this tournament is offering 4 million credits, plus a paid for apartment on some space ship floating around this planet. Me and my friends would ride past the recruiting centers or the Tournament and laugh mockingly. I never figured i would have to choose between my rotting house between 4 million credits and nice house. I ain't a rocket scientist, but I know when a good opportunity comes up. I am gonna meet this freak tomorrow.

I don't know why but after living on this planet for all of my 19 years of life, something snapped. I am gonna get off this planet but before I leave I am gonna piss on my lawn, and laugh at the state of this planet. Just thinking of this tournament got me thinking about the way I am gonna torture the one necris freak who pulled the trigger. I am gonna rip his demented face from his deformed skull, and put an enforcer to that bastards head, and then I am gonna let my finger slip...

Now I know what it's gonna be like living on a ship. Zero g's is gonna equal zero tolerance, and my pistol is gonna decide who walks through my door. Holy shit, what am I saying? I have never thought like that before. Maybe this tournament really got to me. Maybe I am going nuts. You never know how much a man can change in a couple of hours. Damn, tomorrow I might be in the middle of a war. Anything is possible.

(As before, it is hard to keep this going. If I was it wouldn't sound right. It is a simple character intro, and a little background on his life. It is short, yet this is the prologue. I didn't expect this to be 4 pages long. )