InsaneJournal

Who: Anyone
Where: The Arena
When: Day 214, late evening
What: Game 132

[Not many hear the call that comes out from the arena. The whistle is high and sweet, and far above the uppermost ranges of human hearing. But throughout the South Block, animals foraging in the brief window of dusk pause and lift their heads, pets whine and scratch at closed doors. Torches flicker in the wake of the sound, casting odd shadows on the walls . . . shadows that don't settle as they should, that aren't shaped as they should, shadows that laugh and wave and point to the arena no matter what pose the people casting them take.

The arena stands in its normal ruins, but instead of the light of a breaking day, it's shaded in evening's hues, and the light fades more with each step. On the great throne sits a statue of matte black rock, lumpy and shapeless and casting the shadow of a young child on the arena's far wall ]

Step quickly blanks, step fast. The game has begun, and the light will not last.

(( OOC: As there's only five teams not in the lower bracket anyway, any unit that wishes to play anyway is welcome to, memories will just be restricted to the bottom eleven.))