Terrum was blind, and he was hungry. He could smell blood of the fearful and the breathing of maybe dozens. They were all prisoners taken from whatever world they once loved by metal demons, and the heathens had shoved his head in some sort of mesh and cloth bag. Terrum hated the bag, as it only seemed to constrict more to his form as he tried to expose his proboscis. Probably just for insurance. Terrum was hungry after all, and many of the voices he hear seemed anxious for death.

The first sign of things changing was when Terrum heard a door finally open, revealing light. He couldn't really make out features or any recognizable shapes, but he did see tall blobs and the glow of light. And then a gunshot rang out.

"Go. Now. One at a time," ordered an obviously Humani voice, the metallic range of his tone matching that of an engine.

Terrum let lose a nasally growl, his hatred for the metal beings so intense that he could kill their women and children with pride...if they even had them. Terrum swayed towards the light stepped out of the dark hole he had been trapped in. As he marched forward, the sound of a fairer and faker voice spoke cheerfully.

[b]"Terrum Jyka the Genachromian, you are now part of the Lepus Ludus, please go to right at the end of the tunnel and enjoy your stay at Venationes."[/b]

"What?" Terrum replied in a confused tone, "what are you Humani bastards doing to me? Take this drakking bag off me now and reveal yourselves you iron cowards!"

Suddenly, the butt of a rifle slammed against the aliens back and forced him forward. Terrum showed little weakness, and motioned forward.

"Turn right idiot," a Humani voice ordered. "R-I-G-H-T!"

Terrum followed the order reluctantly and entered a darkened hall. He moved slowly, taking cautious steps until finally he found himself at a dead end, with only a wall remaining. The first assumption was that this was where he was to stand, and that a firing squad now was positioned behind him ready to fire at an unarmed, injured, and starving prisoner of war. Wouldn't of been the worse thing the Human have done, and it seemed truly merciful of the metal bastards.

But suddenly, the floor underneath Terrum's feet vanished almost in an instant and sent him crashing down below to an even darker and bleaker room. The alien fell hard onto his back, groaning more irritatedly then in pain. He could smell two other beings in the room, both pure organics from what he could tell. 

Then, suddenly, the bag finally release from his face, and he could remove the accursed rag with a simple flick. With sight restored the same fake voice from before reappeared and announced, [b]"Greetings, Gladiator. Please select your weapon or weapons from the rack in front of you. When finished, please take your place on one of the platforms presented before you and wait for your teammates to enter. Once all teammates enter, the platforms will be raised, anybody who fails to go up with the platforms will vaporize along with any unrecognized material within this room.[/b]

Terrum turned and found the rack spoken of, and found a pair of handheld pistols close to ones he'd taken during the war. They were heavy to hold, and felt shaky as he could hear things rattling inside of them. He then noticed the two other beings in the room with him and eyed then up quickly. Both prisoners like him, restrained and holding weapons like him. Terrum was more then confused, and still very hungry. Slowly the Genachromian made his way into one of the spoken of platforms and waited with a single thought. 

"What the drak is a [i]gladiator[/i]?"