The OOC Is Here
You stand within an enormous room. The single room stands three square miles in area long, wide, and high. This is but one of many rooms with you all in it. There are many others listening to the same message. A booming, disembodied voice is reverberating throughout everyone's spirit, non-spirit, consiousness, whatever. They all hear it at once.
"Some of you fancy your'selves gods. Others of you serve your gods. Some of you fight for what you believe in, others fight for what you want to possess out of greed or lust. It doesn't matter. The past doesn't matter. What you all need is blood. Blood to survive. This is a Tournament. All winners of their bouts MUST kill the loser. Whomever does not kill their loser will be detained indefinitely for re-education. All others who obey and take the life of their opponent in battle will receive due reward immediately, no questions asked."
"Some of you ask, why are you doing this? I am doing this because I can, and I am doing it! This is to be the battle of the century. A battle of battles. And then, when all is said and done, it will begin anew. But I am no boring god of death, blood and slaughter. Those of you who wish to oppose me may do what many of you do so well. It will be what you call 'Adventure". He say mockingly. "I have made this world to accomadate you in both comfort and in whatever you need to supply your'self with. Make the proper investigations and journey to find me, I will kill you for your efforts, but I have made the necessary arrangements for you to have a fighting chance against me."
"Battles will take place at an appointed time to be decided by my whims and fancy.'
"Farewell, mortals, and so-called gods."