Fear is for others
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17th April 2015, 01:28 AM
Author's Note- Hello and welcome to the very first entry in the RHG series. When I was 7, I came up with a cool idea for a bunch of stick figures fighting each other with crazy powers and weapons. It wasn't until I was 12 I expanded upon that Idea. Years later, I decided to pick it back up, add some good storyline, cool characters, and make it appealing to the younger audiences here on the DSGHQ. This was based on a web series of stick animations, also titled RHG. If you like shounen anime, or even just action and intricate plot lines, then I have a feeling you'll like my new show, RHG: Rock Hard Gladiators. Here is the very beginning of RHG, and how it came to be. Enjoy!
10 years ago, Horus Capital Buildings
"Are you sure about this, Alfa?" Chuck questioned as he stared over at me.
"More sure then I'll ever be" I reply. I stare up at the colossal building before me, trembling with excitement and subtle fear. I had no idea what was going to happen the second I bought this building, but I knew a legacy was going to be made.
"So once you buy the building, what are we going to name ourselves?" Chuck questions.
"How about...Stingers?" I suggest.
"Dude, were not five year olds. Come up with something...cool" Chuck replies with heavy attitude in his tone.
"Gladiators!" I say.
"That's what we are, not a name for what were thinking of" Chuck shoots back.
I think for a moment. What would make us fearful? what would strike fear into the hearts of others when they hear our name? I need some thing...Rock hard. Impenetrable. To show how powerful we are....Then it hits me.
"Rock Hard Gladiators" I mutter. Chuck thinks for a moment. He nods in agreement, giving a grin. That was it. Didn't take us too long. We found a name for ourselves...The Rock Hard Gladiators. This was going to be interesting.
That was 10 years ago.
My name is Alfa, and I am the proud leader of the Rock Hard Gladiators. We're a clan that formed 10 years ago, making our clan 10 generations. At the time, I was only 15, and Chuck was my only friend. Now, I live alongside people just as powerful as me. I think of them as brothers, in a way.
There's a lot of explaining to do, so I'll get to it quickly.
about 40 years ago, a meteorite fell to earth, creating a massive catastrophe. In what seemed like an apocalypse got worse. The globe was in shatters, and the population was low. This meteorite inhabited great powers, and those who were in the blast radius did not die, but instead gained powers beyond their wildest dreams.
In an attempt to rebuild our world, the world was reconstructed, only to be torn down again by a bandit clan known as Black Flag. They stole the meteorite which was being studied in a local research center. These now power driven people used their abilities to steal and take the power from the meteorite. This resulted in a war, and those who participated were known as Gladiators.
Now a days, there are only 5,000 known gladiators in existence, and Chuck, the clan and I are one of them. We didn't fight in the war, but we are descendants of those who did, and therefore we were passed down their weapons and abilities. Our clan's purpose is to protect the weak and the city from the black clans, which are worshipers of the great bandit clan Black Flag.
They do petty crimes but have tremendous amounts of power. Once we take the threat down, we get paid. More like bounty hunter work if you ask me. Other than that, life is good, and after 10 years, I'm ready to go 10 more. Welcome to the RHG.
10 years ago, Horus Capital Buildings
"Are you sure about this, Alfa?" Chuck questioned as he stared over at me.
"More sure then I'll ever be" I reply. I stare up at the colossal building before me, trembling with excitement and subtle fear. I had no idea what was going to happen the second I bought this building, but I knew a legacy was going to be made.
"So once you buy the building, what are we going to name ourselves?" Chuck questions.
"How about...Stingers?" I suggest.
"Dude, were not five year olds. Come up with something...cool" Chuck replies with heavy attitude in his tone.
"Gladiators!" I say.
"That's what we are, not a name for what were thinking of" Chuck shoots back.
I think for a moment. What would make us fearful? what would strike fear into the hearts of others when they hear our name? I need some thing...Rock hard. Impenetrable. To show how powerful we are....Then it hits me.
"Rock Hard Gladiators" I mutter. Chuck thinks for a moment. He nods in agreement, giving a grin. That was it. Didn't take us too long. We found a name for ourselves...The Rock Hard Gladiators. This was going to be interesting.
That was 10 years ago.
My name is Alfa, and I am the proud leader of the Rock Hard Gladiators. We're a clan that formed 10 years ago, making our clan 10 generations. At the time, I was only 15, and Chuck was my only friend. Now, I live alongside people just as powerful as me. I think of them as brothers, in a way.
There's a lot of explaining to do, so I'll get to it quickly.
about 40 years ago, a meteorite fell to earth, creating a massive catastrophe. In what seemed like an apocalypse got worse. The globe was in shatters, and the population was low. This meteorite inhabited great powers, and those who were in the blast radius did not die, but instead gained powers beyond their wildest dreams.
In an attempt to rebuild our world, the world was reconstructed, only to be torn down again by a bandit clan known as Black Flag. They stole the meteorite which was being studied in a local research center. These now power driven people used their abilities to steal and take the power from the meteorite. This resulted in a war, and those who participated were known as Gladiators.
Now a days, there are only 5,000 known gladiators in existence, and Chuck, the clan and I are one of them. We didn't fight in the war, but we are descendants of those who did, and therefore we were passed down their weapons and abilities. Our clan's purpose is to protect the weak and the city from the black clans, which are worshipers of the great bandit clan Black Flag.
They do petty crimes but have tremendous amounts of power. Once we take the threat down, we get paid. More like bounty hunter work if you ask me. Other than that, life is good, and after 10 years, I'm ready to go 10 more. Welcome to the RHG.
