I've paid my dues,
Time after time,
I've done my sentence,
But committed no crime,
And bad mistakes,
I've had a few,
I've had my share of sand kicked in my face,
But I've come through.
And we mean to go on,
and on,
and on,
and on.
We are the champions - my friends,
And we'll keep on fighting,
Till the end,
We are the champions,
We are the champions,
No time for losers,
'Cause we are the champions of the World.
I've taken my bows,
And my curtain calls,
You brought me fame and fortune,
And everything that goes with it,
I thank you all,
But it's been no bed of roses,
No pleasure cruise,
I consider it a challenge before,
The whole human race,
And I ain't gonna lose.
And we mean to go on,
and on,
and on,
and on.
We are the champions - my friends,
And we'll keep on fighting,
Till the end,
We are the champions,
We are the champions,
No time for losers,
'Cause we are the champions of the World.
-We are the Champions, Queen
Plot;
A while back, there was a problem in the genetic coding of Humans. Somehow, over years and years, through improper breeding, the Humans had damaged a gene; one that decided if the offspring of a man and a woman would become male or female. Due to this, all children being born were male, not female. Because there were not enough females to keep the populations growing (or steady, even), the Humans started to die off.
Scientists rushed to find a "cure" to the problem, but nobody could. The Humans were a dying race, and there was nothing anybody could do about it. That is, until one scientist came up with an idea. Due to the basic genetic compatibility of creatu and Humans, the scientist theorized that, with a few tweaks, he could take the gene from creatu and combine it with a Human, thus enabling females to be born again. This scientist's name was Dr. James Carmello.
All went well, and just over half the population of Humans were restored, and there were no damaging effects on the creatu. That was, until Dr. Carmello died. His assistant took over the process, but was not as effective as Dr. Carmello. One in every five operations were not successful; somehow something went wrong and the creatu gene took over the human's body, creating a human/creatu hybrid.
Once all the operations were complete, the Humans rejected the hybrids, and forced them into slavery. Eventually stuff happened and an Arena was created, where the Human "owners" pit their hybrids against each other and make them fight. Usually not to the death, but until one is unconscious. However; even though the hybrids are slaves, they must give their consent to fight.
Though it is extremely hard, a hybrid can earn it's freedom. Every winter there is a huge, 20-tier contest where the hybrids fight. To enter the contest, it costs 50mil; an almost impossible amount for a hybrid to obtain. There are only 60 spots in each contest. Make it to the last three stages, and the hybrid has a chance at freedom. However, the last three stages are death matches, and there is only one winner.
Rules;
There is a code-word.
1) You must be semi-literate.
2) Unless otherwise stated by myself, you must provide a sample of your roleplaying through Rmail.
3) RikaTheFallen is my co-owner. Listen to her.
4) No god-modding or power-playing.
5) No Mary/Gary Sue.
6) All sexual ordinations are allowed.
7) I lied, no code-word.
8) Be polite.
9) I have the right to boot your butt off of this roleplay, and if you are disrespectful/rude/anything else I don't like, I won't hesitate to. c:
10) Romance is allowed, and encouraged.
11) Jk, jk. There is a code c:
11) Remember, site rules apply.
12) Please make your own Bio, as I am lazy and will not create one for you. c:
13) For a code, tell me what's wrong with the rules.
14) Have fun <3
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