The Arena's Unknown Pages

The Arena's Unknown Pages

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It has been a millennium since humans found refuge underground due to abnormal temperature fluctuation and the inevitable ruin of the world's natural resources. However, due to advanced human technology at the time, they created sprawling underground cities as a desperate measure for survival. In addition to these, they have also created "Arenas". These Arenas are known to be the ultimate Paradise, recreated to mimic the earth's previous natural resources (such as fresh water sources, fauna and flora). The city of Gaia, one of the biggest underground countries on earth, rejoiced as their government decided to use theirs - the Council has deemed it necessary to be able to see if humans can now function well and be responsible for their actions. There is a promise from the Council that those who were invited will be able to help in the advancement of the human race and a life in paradise. Living with stalactites and stalagmites your whole life, with only the Village Courts for your daily dose of filtered sunlight hidden from the eyes of Aboveground Predators, being able to be invited by the Council to be a part of the experimentation of the Arena is a huge deal. Trees, flowers, animals... All of these have long been forgotten by the people, only being able to survey it from preserved books and diagrams in selected educational facilities. Most of the descendants of the earlier refugees were no longer able to distinguish the differences between its texture and scent, the infinite uses and its importance in the ecosystem.. well, in the previous ecosystem, that is. With whatever circumstance you may have, and with your flaw that has been given as a curse from your ancestors, you have been pulled in the middle of the experimentations in the Arena and briefly experience a life in Paradise... or is it really what the Council makes it seem to be? Setting: Post-Apocalyptic Earth, a millennia after the Mushroom War, Year-3090
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We saw artificial inteligence turn against its maker, we saw them "get a soul" and stand up alongside their maker but what if? This story tells a tale somewhere in the future in a time when cloning, androids and space fairing is part of everyday life. Humans are fractured into smaller factions, one of them is the Old World's Core, the technologically superior and more stable systems, where people, despite the recessions and constant wars live in peace and harmony, no matter who or what you are. The other bigger faction is the Unknown Worlds' and The Outskirts' systems, warmongering, in-fighting, chaotic forces with far bigger army and resources. Finally those who are neutral, with their local militaries. One thing is certain, on the ground they use armies, tanks and Verticals (they're mechs, just having a fancy name for them) while the space battles are done with spaceships (duh). In this situation, we'll follow the "life" of an android, the first military oriented mech Pilot, one of the many, code name: EVAs (Experimental Vertical Anima). They're funded and manufactured inside OWC territory but some were stolen, corrupted, converted or went AWOL. over the decades, EVAs were phased out by the ADAMs (Anima-Differential compensator Automaton (Male-template), however, these were far behind their predecessors by proccessing power and independence, so much so that they had to work with a human pilot but in turn they were cheaper and given they had male appearance, the whining part of the population was satified that now not just "women" were used in automated combat [yep, we didn't change THAT much]. Since that day, when the first automated Verticals first clashed and the OWC lost their most valuable system, a piece treaty was signed. This is the day when the unionised new calendar was formed, the Unionised Standard (UT). It's been 10 years since that day and the treaty was broken. This is where our story begins.

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