Post by Atia on May 2, 2013 2:42:03 GMT -8
*The Place of Misery it is called by
those who live there. A great complex comprising many roofless arenas.
Here slaves fought daily for their survival, and those who made it only
lived on to fight the very next day; only the strongest could keep on,
and for what? A life of brutality, slavery, and brokenness was all the
hope that those few would have to look forward to.
It was a dark
labyrinth of cages, holding pens, sweltering smithies, unsanitary
infirmaries, grimy mess halls, and small arenas. Slavers organized the
slaves' every waking moments, watching over them from withing the
complex, walking above them on lofty catwalks, and looking down from on
high into the dingy fighting pens.
This was truly "a place of misery".*
those who live there. A great complex comprising many roofless arenas.
Here slaves fought daily for their survival, and those who made it only
lived on to fight the very next day; only the strongest could keep on,
and for what? A life of brutality, slavery, and brokenness was all the
hope that those few would have to look forward to.
It was a dark
labyrinth of cages, holding pens, sweltering smithies, unsanitary
infirmaries, grimy mess halls, and small arenas. Slavers organized the
slaves' every waking moments, watching over them from withing the
complex, walking above them on lofty catwalks, and looking down from on
high into the dingy fighting pens.
This was truly "a place of misery".*