Spectator benches - Gen & Open
Gen was bunching on a carrot stick, her eyes fixated on the match in front of her. She bit her lips in apprehension. It was a tight battle. It was nice to see the community. In her time, they had spent a lot of time close together. There was a strength in numbers. Now, everyone was spread out and while she lived with people she cared about, it was not that tight knit community anymore. The young woman finished off the carrot and went to grab another piece. She did not dare to take her gaze of the fight and so it took some rummaging around to eventually figure out that she had run out. Damn.