thE_sIn_chronicles
Prologue
The Tournament was described by some as barbaric, while others viewed it as valid entertainment, citing the ancient Romans and the Gladiators in their arguments. Thankfully, the latter group won the argument, and the Tournament was legalized, and new technology was brought out of development to aid the participants in their quest to be hailed as the "Grand Master Clan."
One of the most important advances was the invention of the spawner. This gave the participants many extra chances in their bid for the crown. This device bound to the person's soul and allowed them to be resuscitated within a second of death. The only downside was the fact that it could only be used once a day, but after that, it would once again be good to go.
Chapter One
The Challenge/The Tournament
I was a member of Clan |{TZsK}|, the most elite group of mercenaries- for-hire in the entire sector. Not once had any one of our victims been able to take a shot at us; we went in, got the job done, cleaned up our mess, and walked away as if nothing had happened. Some people knew about us, others didn't. It really didn't matter much to me. Some of my associates, most notably Black Dragon, didn't like it at all. He wanted to be known worldwide as the greatest hit man who'd ever lived. I then pointed out that over the course of the eighty-two hits we've pulled off, I knocked off seventy-six of the main objectives by myself. He shut up after that one.
The Tournament had first piqued our interest when we saw a well-known clan, the -=IFH=- on the news as champions of the Experienced Division. The entire clan was agape when the leader of Clan
-=IFH=- publicly exclaimed this: "If Clan TZSK is watching us, we invite you to finally learn what defeat really is. Join the Skilled Division and step up to the challenge, or else all your bases are belong to us!"
Black Dragon, Dream Destroyer, iNSaNe_J, and I laughed hysterically at the clan's challenge. When the laughter stopped, Dragon looked at me and asked, "They think they're so tough, eh? Let's go sign up. Maybe there's a PR guy down there to take our statement."
"If we do, we're going to need to hurry up. We have a job tonight, remember?" I replied.
"True, but, they're going to ask for our real names when we go down, then our 'Stage Names', remember? It IS an organized Tournament, correct?" asked J.
"Ah, who gives a shit? We'll just cover like we always do, right sIn?" was Dream's response.
"Ok then, ladies." I said. "Let's do this shit."
15 minutes later
We arrived at the Arena around 7:30 pm. As was stepped out of our cars, the reporters swarmed around us like flies on a piece of shit. I pushed my way through the throng and made it inside, where a man at a desk told me to sit and fill out a form to enter the Tournament. After the rest of my clan entered, he explained when we fought and gave us a description of the weapons and a Clan Listing, which automatically updated whenever a clan lost, won, forfeited, or dropped out. As J had pointed out earlier, the first question on the form asked for your real name. I wrote "Matthew Hadder". The following line asked what clan I was from. I wrote "Clan |{TZsK}|." The next line was 'Alias inside the Tournament'. I wrote down "dEAdly_sIn". Next to that line I jotted, "Don't fuck up the caps." The line underneath asked for my age. I wrote "23". Upon completing the form, my information was uploaded to the Tournament's main computer, and my Clan Listing flashed to life, giving me the time and date of our first match. It was only 19 hours away. We were to fight Clan [bpd], the Bastard Psycho Demons. They entered three times before and fought fifteen matches, but came out on top only twice.
"What the fuck do they think they're doing, putting us with a clan of their caliber?" said Dragon.
"Who the hell knows?" I replied. "It could be because this is our first time in the Tournament."
"Who really gives a shit, huh?" commented J. "We have some shit to pull tonight, and if we don't pull it, we don't get paid, we lose our respect, and we lose our chance at this Tournament. Besides, if nothing else, this hit tonight should, at the very least, prepare us for the Tournament."
"All right, guys, let's go over this plan back at the compound, ok?" asked Dream.
We walked outside and got swarmed by twice as many reporters as before. I finally stood my ground and yelled out, "Hey, assholes! Over here! You've come to get our opinion on the challenge? Here's our opinion on the challenge!" I flipped off the reporters. Flashbulbs snapped, people yelled out questions as to why the -=IFH=- wanted to see us there, why we came so quickly to sign up, what we thought about our first opponent, and why I was flipping them off. I kept my finger raised for the entire crowd, and after the flashbulbs stopped flashing, I brought my hand down. "People of the media!" I yelled. The crowd finally fell silent. "Thank you. We don't care what the fuck anyone says about anything, ok? If the IFH wants to fight us, we'll fight them. Why they don't just give up the title to us right now is beyond me, but I guess this Arena Fighting thing-type-deal is all for the crowd. So you know what? We'll give the crowd the best damned show they've ever seen in their lives, bar none. Now, if you'll excuse us, we have more important shit to do than talk." After that last comment, the reporters moved out of our way and let us pass. It was about time people knew how good we were at what we did.
deadly_sIn
deadlysin@blazemail.com
http://www.crosswinds.net/~deadlysin21
Representing Clan |{TZsK}|
Death, Destruction, Mayhem!
Last Updated:
December 5th, 2001
Author's Notes:
The UT wing of |{TZsK}| needs members! E-mail me to join!
On the topic of clans, Clan -=IFH=- was my old TFC clan, which I lead to an 11-0 record. We broke up when we realized that each of us had our own personal goals to achieve. iNSaNe and I are the ex-members of -=IFH=- that created |{TZsK}|. Dream Destroyer and Nocturnal Badger are the only other two ex-IFHers to serve in |{TZsK}|.
Prologue
The Tournament was described by some as barbaric, while others viewed it as valid entertainment, citing the ancient Romans and the Gladiators in their arguments. Thankfully, the latter group won the argument, and the Tournament was legalized, and new technology was brought out of development to aid the participants in their quest to be hailed as the "Grand Master Clan."
One of the most important advances was the invention of the spawner. This gave the participants many extra chances in their bid for the crown. This device bound to the person's soul and allowed them to be resuscitated within a second of death. The only downside was the fact that it could only be used once a day, but after that, it would once again be good to go.
Chapter One
The Challenge/The Tournament
I was a member of Clan |{TZsK}|, the most elite group of mercenaries- for-hire in the entire sector. Not once had any one of our victims been able to take a shot at us; we went in, got the job done, cleaned up our mess, and walked away as if nothing had happened. Some people knew about us, others didn't. It really didn't matter much to me. Some of my associates, most notably Black Dragon, didn't like it at all. He wanted to be known worldwide as the greatest hit man who'd ever lived. I then pointed out that over the course of the eighty-two hits we've pulled off, I knocked off seventy-six of the main objectives by myself. He shut up after that one.
The Tournament had first piqued our interest when we saw a well-known clan, the -=IFH=- on the news as champions of the Experienced Division. The entire clan was agape when the leader of Clan
-=IFH=- publicly exclaimed this: "If Clan TZSK is watching us, we invite you to finally learn what defeat really is. Join the Skilled Division and step up to the challenge, or else all your bases are belong to us!"
Black Dragon, Dream Destroyer, iNSaNe_J, and I laughed hysterically at the clan's challenge. When the laughter stopped, Dragon looked at me and asked, "They think they're so tough, eh? Let's go sign up. Maybe there's a PR guy down there to take our statement."
"If we do, we're going to need to hurry up. We have a job tonight, remember?" I replied.
"True, but, they're going to ask for our real names when we go down, then our 'Stage Names', remember? It IS an organized Tournament, correct?" asked J.
"Ah, who gives a shit? We'll just cover like we always do, right sIn?" was Dream's response.
"Ok then, ladies." I said. "Let's do this shit."
15 minutes later
We arrived at the Arena around 7:30 pm. As was stepped out of our cars, the reporters swarmed around us like flies on a piece of shit. I pushed my way through the throng and made it inside, where a man at a desk told me to sit and fill out a form to enter the Tournament. After the rest of my clan entered, he explained when we fought and gave us a description of the weapons and a Clan Listing, which automatically updated whenever a clan lost, won, forfeited, or dropped out. As J had pointed out earlier, the first question on the form asked for your real name. I wrote "Matthew Hadder". The following line asked what clan I was from. I wrote "Clan |{TZsK}|." The next line was 'Alias inside the Tournament'. I wrote down "dEAdly_sIn". Next to that line I jotted, "Don't fuck up the caps." The line underneath asked for my age. I wrote "23". Upon completing the form, my information was uploaded to the Tournament's main computer, and my Clan Listing flashed to life, giving me the time and date of our first match. It was only 19 hours away. We were to fight Clan [bpd], the Bastard Psycho Demons. They entered three times before and fought fifteen matches, but came out on top only twice.
"What the fuck do they think they're doing, putting us with a clan of their caliber?" said Dragon.
"Who the hell knows?" I replied. "It could be because this is our first time in the Tournament."
"Who really gives a shit, huh?" commented J. "We have some shit to pull tonight, and if we don't pull it, we don't get paid, we lose our respect, and we lose our chance at this Tournament. Besides, if nothing else, this hit tonight should, at the very least, prepare us for the Tournament."
"All right, guys, let's go over this plan back at the compound, ok?" asked Dream.
We walked outside and got swarmed by twice as many reporters as before. I finally stood my ground and yelled out, "Hey, assholes! Over here! You've come to get our opinion on the challenge? Here's our opinion on the challenge!" I flipped off the reporters. Flashbulbs snapped, people yelled out questions as to why the -=IFH=- wanted to see us there, why we came so quickly to sign up, what we thought about our first opponent, and why I was flipping them off. I kept my finger raised for the entire crowd, and after the flashbulbs stopped flashing, I brought my hand down. "People of the media!" I yelled. The crowd finally fell silent. "Thank you. We don't care what the fuck anyone says about anything, ok? If the IFH wants to fight us, we'll fight them. Why they don't just give up the title to us right now is beyond me, but I guess this Arena Fighting thing-type-deal is all for the crowd. So you know what? We'll give the crowd the best damned show they've ever seen in their lives, bar none. Now, if you'll excuse us, we have more important shit to do than talk." After that last comment, the reporters moved out of our way and let us pass. It was about time people knew how good we were at what we did.
deadly_sIn
deadlysin@blazemail.com
http://www.crosswinds.net/~deadlysin21
Representing Clan |{TZsK}|
Death, Destruction, Mayhem!
Last Updated:
December 5th, 2001
Author's Notes:
The UT wing of |{TZsK}| needs members! E-mail me to join!
On the topic of clans, Clan -=IFH=- was my old TFC clan, which I lead to an 11-0 record. We broke up when we realized that each of us had our own personal goals to achieve. iNSaNe and I are the ex-members of -=IFH=- that created |{TZsK}|. Dream Destroyer and Nocturnal Badger are the only other two ex-IFHers to serve in |{TZsK}|.
