Zhu Bajie
Member
Sufferin has entered the arena.
Abdul has entered the arena.
A swirling black vortex dissipates. Rows of empty seats surround the circular arena. The hall is eerily silent. In the centre of the chamber appear to stand 3 large roughly cut sculptures, each depicting a grimacing face of some long dead god or hero, their identities, like so much else, now lost to the mists of time.
Abdul has entered the arena.
A swirling black vortex dissipates. Rows of empty seats surround the circular arena. The hall is eerily silent. In the centre of the chamber appear to stand 3 large roughly cut sculptures, each depicting a grimacing face of some long dead god or hero, their identities, like so much else, now lost to the mists of time.