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The frenzied fans jostled for the best view as the muscular gladiators marched into the amphitheater. It seemed as if all of Rome had turned out for the spectacle even though the midday sun beat down on unmercilessly on the panting crowds. But who wanted to miss seeing the lions as they lunged against these men armed with the crudest of weapons? And besides, even if the gladiator killed the beast, the men would turn on each other for the final phase of the fight. And that fight to the death was perhaps what the crows loved even more then the sight of a starving lion feasting on a fallen gladiator
Today's games were even more popular then usual because the gladiators had come from Lentusual Batiates' gladiator school in Capua, southeast of Rome. Batiates gladiators had a reputation for training his slaves in the deathly sport, Seldom did any of his gladiators show cowardice. And they always rewarded the crowds with what they wanted most- bloody combat. As long as the gladiators entertained the crowds, no one seemed to care how cruel the conditions were at Batiates' school. After all, Gladiators were only slaves and convicted criminals, and masters could treat these slaves as they wished
Facing a future of almost certain death, the gladiators seemed powerless to resist Batiates and his cruel staff. Powerless, that is until a remarkable group of younger, more able-body gladiators emerged. The escapees crept through the near by cites, stealing food and weapons as they hiked to a large nearby forested were they made camp.
Note: Yes, this is slightly based on Spartacus and his revolt but this is not factual and will not being following Roman history.
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Deep in the woods lies a small camp of gladiators fighting for survival every day, food supplies are falling low, leaving children starving as they fall asleep in the bitter cold. Also with the threat of being discovered by the Romans looming over there heads, they are finding it harder and harder to live the life they wanted.
But this is the price of freedom.
So,
Are you a battle-sacred gladiator?
A runaway from a near city?
Someone who heard the rumors of the camp and wanted a new chance at life?
Well, whoever you are,
This camp is where the unwanted are simply wanted.
But, nothing ever has a happy ending,
And this is were I leave you
Your story has begun.