Hey guys going to start the same thing with Proud Infinity, give sections of a story out each day and the whole book will be done in about a month. This story is about a guy who is a start athlete and is caught and forced to play a deadly version of the game. The whole story is over at amazon for 99 cents right now.
The violent sport of Gun-Drift still endures with its popularity, despite calls to stop the game, or the occasional rumor of illegal/deadly versions. Nearly every planetary system contains an Arena that has Gun-Drift among its events and carries a tremendous public following. There have only been a few substantiated reports of these unregulated Arenas, but have proved difficult to close down the tight crime rings that keep them in operation.
– Terran Intradex Ver. 4: ‘Gun-Drift’
See also ‘Common Games at Arenas’; ‘Gun-Drift: Confirmed Deaths’
“Don’t look at me with those eyes,” he warned as I kept my gaze coldly focused on the man I hoped I would one day kill. His flunky clubbed me in the stomach due to my noncompliance, shouting “Listen to ‘um!” in a drawl. I tried fighting my head and eyes upwards to him one more time, but the shock rod hit me in the back, knocking me to the floor. I staggered one knee up, starting the say the name “Fe…” before I heard the whine of the electrically charged rod hitting me one more time; I went down, blacking out before I even hit the ground, unsure if I was saying his name, or the name of the girl I loved. As my world shut down it would be the last time I saw the natural light.
Somewhere in an abyss of unconscious thoughts swirling without any guidance, a vague sensation of something slipping down my eyes eventually became overpowering. “Uhhh…” My partially comatose body rolled to the side, but the strange spilling sensation continued. Like a shock across my body, the lightning strike of awakening blasted across my physical and mental states as I opened my eyes and found myself looking at the rusting pipes of a fixture.
‘Where am I?’ I rolled to the side as I saw the teal-colored thin wall of a repulsion-field extending from the ceiling to the floor; excluding the light this produced, the rest of the locale I now found myself in was dismal, dark and dank.
“Somewhere in an abyss of unconscious thoughts swirling without any guidance…” Hey man, that’s how I wake up everyday…then I blog and get a direction! LOL! Great writing! Thanks for sharing!
Vayne: how does my Font look on my new post? I will return the font to its “too large” size if you do not respond. Meanwhile, I love your new story! Non-compliance is always punished. “Resistance is fuitile” ….remember that one? You must!