(Image taken from the TV show Spartacus, Blood and Sand)
The crowd roared.
Fighting pits had been banned in the City of Fakoom but that did not mean they were gone.
In the deepest darkest corners of its many layers of ancient Imperial Ruins a crowd of at least 1000 souls watched the lanky...
Slickfang no longer remembered what day it was. The bottles had piled up about her on the table of the forgotten public house in the utterly mundane shit post that called itself a village.
Her dark eyes looked for a victim and found every one as angering as the last. So she stood and drew her...
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