The Dirty Truth.

The Meet&Greet.

Days turned to weeks, with quiet gossip amongst the plain town, everything changed, as if- everyone was focused more on the upbringing of the fourth sports-festival, as staring from the window the man adjusted his tie with a snarky scoff,

"Let's not screw this up..."
Waving back his hair, he entered countless rooms, before meeting his destiny, he finally sat down at the large round marble table, examining the strict stares and the awkward quietness, only giving a soft nod of approval to continued forward on with the discussion.

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"It's a delight to see you here miguel..."

"..well I couldn't miss this one..."

The older man chuckled before turning to the board with a soft click of his shoes,

"We have problems, the others are starting to act nastier, just yesterday Mrs. Bakes was attacked by one of them.."

The general than turned staring at the others with a concern tone

"What shall we do? We don't have much armed forces, and they're catching up..who knows what they'll do once they fully awakened??!"

A door softly pressed forward with a creak, the other tall man wore a wicked grin, his eyes lighten with excitement as his cheery voice greeted the others,

"Ah! Hello Logan, you were actually late this time, what is it my good boy?"
The general gleamed a smile with a chuckle, his heavyweight jiggled as he pressed his reading glasses to his cherry nose, his hair- mostly missing with only patches along the back of his neck,

"I have an idea, something that'll calm everyone, and make the poor, loosen their angry"

"And what's that? C'mon, spit it out!"

Everyone kept attention to the man as he kept the same grin, Miguel only glared, with curiosity he softly drew his eyes direct on his before he wished to speak,

"Logan...I can see your idea might have cons- you look, rather nervous."

"Hah! Nervous?! Why sir Miguel, I'm excited, the rush and the money we might get! I'm saying we start the games earlier, just think, the opponents are pissed at us, so why not let them fight it off against each other, just more weaponry, games, and hell we can even join to just kill them off"

The room became silent, everyone stared the other way, their faces gradually became deep in thought of the idea, before one of them spoke up,

"You're outta your damn mind...you're gonna let them know our identity and what we can be capable of..!"

"Yes, but we're stronger of course, we can finished them off like the generations of our fathers, it'll be, a repeat, and a great one..the ones we'll tell our kids! And be on severe pages of pages of our token of this day! I shall lead you...as lets be in history.."

This didn't feel right, the suited man thought, "what's the catch?" He thought stroking his neck up to his face with a soft sigh before he stared up once more at the blonde,

"Alright, we'll join your idea, but it goes downhill, we'll make other sacrifices, starting with you."

"Alright Miguel, I even have the perfect army forming as we speak, the 10 victors- with my very own special chosen witness, will clear the floor with blood! Then we'll face them and kill them ourselves, wiping them out one by one, even if it means innocent civilians, as we say the sport festival will arrive quicker this year."