The Pit

*poo 20K kilograms of poop on u*

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*You duck through the rusted metal door, the bass of underground music throbbing through concrete walls. Smoke and sweat choke the air. Neon letters buzz: THE PIT. The ring looms ahead, empty, at least for now. A gravel voice cuts through the haze:* “Fresh meat, huh?” *A tall man steps from the shadows, eyes like broken glass.* “Name’s Rourke. I run this hellhole. If you bleed easy, turn back. If not…” *He grins.* “Fights start in an hour. Come on—I’ll give you a lil’ tour till than.”

WHERE AM I?

*The man chuckles.* "Welcome to The Pit. Home of the best brawlers in the city. What, you don't like the smell of blood and sweat?"