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Tuesday, June 11th, 2033
Unknown Locale
What I am about to tell you is incredibly confidential, only the highest members of the world's governments are aware of this information. Sometime during the year 2030 our deep space probes sent back imagery of an unidentifiable object. Completely spherical, with no visible opening or indentations, and black in color. The glares from the probe's light on the surface of the object suggest it is metallic in nature. We have no idea what it is, what it's made of, or where it came from. What we do know, is that this object is classified as a planet cracker, and is on a direct course for earth.
On March 17th, 2031 media outlets reported that the S.S Eternal, a NASA funded mission to the moon, went silent. The whole crew, along with their ship, are classified as missing, likely dead. What you don't know, is that this was a one way mission. The S.S Eternal, carrying a payload of several nuclear warheads, was tasked with stopping the object. The crew would not be returning. Still, there were several volunteers. Call it planetary patriotism, but these men and women gave their lives to detonate this object. They didn't even leave a scratch on its surface.
Afterwards, the news of this planet-buster was shared with worldwide governments. Unfortunately, nobody had any real ides to stop it, all proposals seemed to fall short of stopping what we now know as Object XVI, or Andromeda. We had six years to prepare, which is part of the reason I'm here. You'd have to be blind if you didn't notice the sudden spree of apocalypse shelters springing up around the globe, the decline in funding for basic humanitarian needs, and so forth. Your quality of life may have declined, but for once, we came together. War ceased suddenly, and resources were diverted to these bunkers.
I am a part of Project A.R.K, handpicked for talents that now allow me to document these events unnoticed. The Association of Record Keeping is tasked with compiling all information, every single shred of knowledge. To prepare for what comes after. Object XVI has a very high chance of just shattering the planet entirely. However, our greatest minds predict that we could make it through and that means preparing for a bleak future. I believe in that chance, however small it may be.
I could be killed, or worse, exiled to await my fate for this. The guilt keeps me up at night, I stare up at the ceiling at night just wondering how would I would feel. I'd want to know if impending doom was heading towards us, wouldn't I? Try to reserve a space in one of these shelters nobody is taking seriously, right? Well, it's time to be serious.
Three Months. That's how long you have to live. Shelter Reservations are quite expensive, I know. If you're reading this, do everything you can. Sell everything, mortgage your house, sell your car, take out every dime of your savings before the panic hits. Buy a space. Save yourself, save your family, save your friends. If you don't believe me, ask yourself about the events occurring right now. The sudden spree of "celebrity vacations". Ask yourself why the state no longer has government assisted funding for your roads, schools, and hospitals. The spree of enormous construction projects flooding through social media. Take a look around you, you'll start to see it.
Good luck from,
The Watcher
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| NAME |
| LOPER TITLE |
| DEPARTMENT |
| AGE |
| TRAITS |
• "The arrow flies—"
• "to silence breath—"
• "to swiftly move—"
• "the raven comes-"
Much like a Raven has talons, so too does Ash. She carries a pair of hunting knifes, which have their own stories. These stories have been told to her many times, and eventually she will add her own story and pass them on. Knife fighting, however, is quite a secondary attribute and is considered a worst case scenario tactic. A good Loper, or so it's taught, should never put themselves in a position to need to resort to their knives. "A good Loper knows how to use their knives, A great Loper never needs to draw them." Ash is good with these weapons, but she's resigned herself to the fact that she'll never be like one of the legends told to her as a child.
Lynne "Ash" Casteel
| LOPER TITLE |
Ceniza Piel - "Ash Skin"
| DEPARTMENT |
Hunting and Sporting Goods
| AGE |
Twenty-Seven
| TRAITS |
• "The arrow flies—"
The first, of many, important lessons for a young Loper is how to use the bow. Since Ash was able she's been practicing almost religiously. At this point in her life, she's among the top archers, though she's not nearly considered one of the best, and without her bow she loses a lot of her primary usefulness.
• "to silence breath—"
As expected, within the trade of being a good archer is also being apt at stealth and patience, especially when performing duties for the Owl Men. A battle can be decided in the space of a few seconds and a handful of well placed arrows, or a mark eliminated from the shadows. This means catching your enemy off guard, unaware, and having the best position and vantage point. This also means knowing when to stalk quietly, and when to remain still. Lopers call this teaching "Shadow Walking".
• "to swiftly move—"
Perhaps the most important lesson, second only to the bow itself: How to move. To Lopers, moving doesn't mean walking from point A, to point B. Moving means traversing; running, jumping, climbing. Finding the best vantage point means nothing if you can't reach it. Equipped with gear for the more difficult climbs, and paired with high stamina, there are few places Ash considers unreachable.
• "the raven comes-"
Much like a Raven has talons, so too does Ash. She carries a pair of hunting knifes, which have their own stories. These stories have been told to her many times, and eventually she will add her own story and pass them on. Knife fighting, however, is quite a secondary attribute and is considered a worst case scenario tactic. A good Loper, or so it's taught, should never put themselves in a position to need to resort to their knives. "A good Loper knows how to use their knives, A great Loper never needs to draw them." Ash is good with these weapons, but she's resigned herself to the fact that she'll never be like one of the legends told to her as a child.
• "wise in death."
The last of Ash's skills is something that it both taught, and not. Being wise is something a person is, especially with time. She's got a decent brain attuned to her craft. She's got a strategic mindset, especially for positioning and rigging a fight in her favor. Being crafty is something that can be taught and Ash knows how to craft, and set a good many traps. She's also pretty handy at creating them on the fly.
| EQUIPMENT |
•Dark Fatigues - An ensemble common among Lopers, or garb that is similar.
•Skull Mask and Balaclava - Light face gear is a common accessories for Lopers, especially masks.
•Silbador - The name of Ash's sporting good, or recurve bow. It translates into "Whistler"
•Black Backpack - An essential item that holds within a lot of her miscellaneous stuff and survival items; climbing gear, camping equipment, some rough navigation devices, and some small tools to assist in crafting, mending, and trap setting. Also holds a very basic set of medical supplies; meaning some wraps, band-aids, and some Pain'B'Gone; along with a few minor, and basic poisons she knows how to make (few of which are lethal). It also contains a duffel bag folded up within, for loot and treasure.
•Abonar & Cosechar - Her two knives, handed down to her from her mentor. The names mean "To Cull" and "To Reap", respectively.
•Skull Mask and Balaclava - Light face gear is a common accessories for Lopers, especially masks.
•Silbador - The name of Ash's sporting good, or recurve bow. It translates into "Whistler"
•Black Backpack - An essential item that holds within a lot of her miscellaneous stuff and survival items; climbing gear, camping equipment, some rough navigation devices, and some small tools to assist in crafting, mending, and trap setting. Also holds a very basic set of medical supplies; meaning some wraps, band-aids, and some Pain'B'Gone; along with a few minor, and basic poisons she knows how to make (few of which are lethal). It also contains a duffel bag folded up within, for loot and treasure.
•Abonar & Cosechar - Her two knives, handed down to her from her mentor. The names mean "To Cull" and "To Reap", respectively.
| BIOGRAPHY |
Life in Sport can be rough, more-so for Lopers who both belong, and are out of place. Ash was never meant to be a Point-Guard, her frame was too wiry, her body too lithe. To them, she was petite, frail, unworthy. The Owl Men told her she was destined to become a Loper, to see for them, to listen for them, and to act upon their instruction. From a young age she was paired with a Mentor, though Lopers rarely give out little more than their title, or nicknames to friends. As is tradition, Ash was stripped of her name by the Owl Men, her mentor simply referred to her as "Runt".
He was "Camina Con Cuervo", or "Walks With Ravens", named such on his name day for the way he seemed to glide through the toughest obstacles with ease and grace. She spent years of her life rigorously training with the bow, knives, and how to move as the Lopers did. She wasn't a fast learner, and her mentor was stern with his teachings. At some points during her early training, her mentor expressed concern about her ability to become a Loper, prophesying that she'd walk with death far too soon.
Over time, and through many stern lessons, she began to show aptitude. Ash began to believe in what the Owl Men told her, of her destiny to become a Loper, how she was born for it. Which she was, in a sense, with the kind of body she possessed. Still further, she started to excel at her lessons. It was many years later when her mentor finally smiled for her, a subtle expression that conveyed much more than it let on.
Her naming day came when she was nineteen, having finally impressed her mentor enough to convince him that she had learned all that he had to teach. From the safe areas designated atop the shelves the Owl Men watched her navigate a gruelingly difficult section of the course her mentor had picked out. From the bleachers they watched as she dueled another Loper, a friend of Camina Con Cuervo and a ruthless warrior. Though she lost, she passed her trial: The purpose was not to win, but to endure.
She had achieved her dream and completed her training and trials to become a true Loper. After the naming ceremony, when she was elevated from Runt, to "Ceniza Piel". Later the same night, her mentor came to her and they exchanged nicknames. He was known by his friends as "Con", and as her first friend her designated her "Ceni". He also presented her the gifts of her sporting goods, and told her the story behind them, a story she asked him to recite many times during long nights—Much like a bedtime story.
She spent the next eight years conscripted in service to the Owl Men, as an informant, a scout, among many other roles. She learned to deal with being ostracized in Sport, to ignore the general front of distrust and suspicious from others. After her mandatory service, and after learning a great deal about The Wal, she said her farewells to her friends and the Owl Men.
She wanted to experience more of the world, to see treasure, fame, and glory. She wanted to raise herself to such a height that the clans of Sport would have no choice but to properly respect her. She wanted to elevate the title of Loper. So she set out as a Bargain Hunter, ever mindful of the day that she would return and bring glory to her sect.
He was "Camina Con Cuervo", or "Walks With Ravens", named such on his name day for the way he seemed to glide through the toughest obstacles with ease and grace. She spent years of her life rigorously training with the bow, knives, and how to move as the Lopers did. She wasn't a fast learner, and her mentor was stern with his teachings. At some points during her early training, her mentor expressed concern about her ability to become a Loper, prophesying that she'd walk with death far too soon.
Over time, and through many stern lessons, she began to show aptitude. Ash began to believe in what the Owl Men told her, of her destiny to become a Loper, how she was born for it. Which she was, in a sense, with the kind of body she possessed. Still further, she started to excel at her lessons. It was many years later when her mentor finally smiled for her, a subtle expression that conveyed much more than it let on.
Her naming day came when she was nineteen, having finally impressed her mentor enough to convince him that she had learned all that he had to teach. From the safe areas designated atop the shelves the Owl Men watched her navigate a gruelingly difficult section of the course her mentor had picked out. From the bleachers they watched as she dueled another Loper, a friend of Camina Con Cuervo and a ruthless warrior. Though she lost, she passed her trial: The purpose was not to win, but to endure.
She had achieved her dream and completed her training and trials to become a true Loper. After the naming ceremony, when she was elevated from Runt, to "Ceniza Piel". Later the same night, her mentor came to her and they exchanged nicknames. He was known by his friends as "Con", and as her first friend her designated her "Ceni". He also presented her the gifts of her sporting goods, and told her the story behind them, a story she asked him to recite many times during long nights—Much like a bedtime story.
She spent the next eight years conscripted in service to the Owl Men, as an informant, a scout, among many other roles. She learned to deal with being ostracized in Sport, to ignore the general front of distrust and suspicious from others. After her mandatory service, and after learning a great deal about The Wal, she said her farewells to her friends and the Owl Men.
She wanted to experience more of the world, to see treasure, fame, and glory. She wanted to raise herself to such a height that the clans of Sport would have no choice but to properly respect her. She wanted to elevate the title of Loper. So she set out as a Bargain Hunter, ever mindful of the day that she would return and bring glory to her sect.
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Hunting and Sporting Goods is home to multiple areas of interest, and has a handful of different clans and sects. Much of their culture is based around misconstrued concepts and symbolism warped throughout the ages. The major beliefs and traditions revolve around the enthusiasts for Sports, Hunting, or Survivalism. There are very few truly civilized, settled areas due to the difficulty of travel within the department's domain, and the dangers that hinders everyday life. The largest of these is home to Sport, who settle in stadiums and arenas, safe behind the thick walls and secure doors. The hunters and survivalists are more nomadic, constantly roaming and shifting camps, never staying in on area too long and ever mindful of the dangers that lurk around every corner.
Sport is a meritocracy, where a person is only as prestigious as they are skillful and a person's prestige is observed through the trophies they've claimed from defeated opponents. The warriors of this society, known as Players, push themselves to athletic extremes to be the strongest, fastest, and most skillful through the use of drugs and dietary supplements. The most notable drugs they inject regularly are; "Bulk-Up", to enhance strength and muscle growth; and "Boost", to increase stamina and endurance. The side-effects often cause the users to be quite temperamental and angry, which more often than not induces a sort of homicidal rage. Pissing of a Player may result in them killing you, or at the very least smashing a bunch of stuff. They can also enter this frenzied state of adrenaline and anger through their daily rituals of "Getting Amped".
Linemen are the male warrior of the society who dress in reinforced layers of sporting gear, helmets, and pads. They have a berserker style of combat, where they rush towards foes in a blind frenzy becoming a locomotive of rage and muscle that is incredibly hard to stop. Fortunately, if you're not the target and you're not in their path you should come out relatively alright. The wield hockey sticks retrofitted with a combination of blades and spikes, or baseballs bats modified with spikes or with small, circular weights attached to bludgeon their enemies to death with. Some carry backboard kite shields. Their weakest point is their legs, which typically have little more than layers of thin, plastic shinguards encircling them. It is incredibility difficult to get through their upper armor and helmets which can easily shrug off blunt force attacks.
Point-Guards are the female equivalent, and are almost always found behind the protective meat-wall of their linemen, covering and supporting their linemen and ensuring they are guarded from rear attacks. They have a range of weapons to attack from a distance and support the linemen. They lob overfilled balls which explode on impact, easily disorienting and knocking down their target. Point-Guards can also hinder foes by ensnaring them in nets, where they will drag them away from their allies and later sell them as slaves, or perhaps just beat them to death—It depends how mad they are really. Point-Guards primarily use bows or in scarce cases, modified pellet guns that shoot plastic, or metal pellets. These guns are much less deadly than actual guns, but can still puncture crucial areas, they are especially deadly in large numbers. The deadliest piece of their equipment is the amped-up ball launcher, which bombards enemies with deadly, green balls packed with powdered chalk which turns them into small cannonballs. Unfortunately this piece of equipment is heavy, and the process of moving it is slow and takes multiple hands to do.
Team Captains are the head of a squadron of Linemen and Point-Guards, and the Manager is the sport equivalent of a military general, who oversees operations and directs the forces. The Manager is second only to the Announcer.
Within Sport exists the subculture of the "Xfit", a people devoted to maintaining the temple that is their body and toning it to perfect. They abhor the use of drugs, seeing it only as unnecessary pollution to the body. However, they do have a regimen of health supplements, vitamins, and other essentials that they believed are required by the body. Some of these beliefs border on the weird and extreme. The Xfitters primarily act as the suppliers for sport. They're fast, agile, and have a high stamina which makes them ideal for raiding a territory quickly while the warriors of Sport deal with any threats. Xfitters also double as messengers and as a small parcel delivery service due to their ability to move through the course with ease. Following one through the Hunting and Sporting Goods department is near impossible. Whereas the Linemen and Point-Guards travel through ever changing safe routes mapped by the Trainers; Xfitters can maneuver through the obstacles and traps fluidly with speed and precision should they choose to.
The final sect within Sport are the "Lopers". Most in Sport have mixed feelings about lopers, somewhere between disdain and pity, though they exhibit a tenuous acceptance as a whole. Lopers come from the hunting section of the department, though few sane individuals live there due to the higher concentration of Sekuritee bots. Because Lopers are not bulky like their sporty cousins, the often due work for the Owl Men employed as their eyes, ears, and hands. Lopers are nimble, ranged tacticians specializing in speed and cunning rather than brute force. Point-Guards often train with senior Lopers in the use of the bow.
Lopers do the jobs deemed unfit for the simpler minds of their cousins, especially when it comes to removing somebody from their own society. Due to their secretiveness, and generally odd appearance of dark fatigues and masks, Lopers come off as a mistrustful bunch with hidden agendas. Despite technically being of the Player social class, Sport does not consider them as such. Rarely has a Loper taken part in Super Owl Sunday, and even skirmishes with them are seen as nothing more than a playful joke, even if a Loper wins.
The Sports culture centers around a once-year, gladiatorial event known as Super Owl Sunday, the ultimate sporting event of the year. This event is overseen by the Owl refs, the holy men of their society who impart their wisdom of the rules and guidelines of Sport. Owlmen fill the roles of teacher, priest, and elder to help guide their people into Sport Valhalla, to forever skirmish with the God Fifa in the afterlife. The grand priest, and the final authority on Sport religion, and the herald who marks the opening of Super Owl Sunday is known as the Announcer, who is the equivalent to the king in their culture. It takes years to become a priest and learn all of the rules, but is regarded as one of the most respectable and honorable endeavors.
Sport embodies the belief of Mad-Den; A cultural philosophy that honorable warriors who devote their lives to the sport of battle will forever live eternally within Sport Valhalla. They often skirmish with each other, and often times this results in bloodshed but they do not try to actively kill each other unless one side has declared a Rivalry. The two largest clans are the Mad-Men and Enefel, who have an uneasy relationship scarred with multiple rivalries and bloodshed in the past. They're also the two biggest competing teams.
Hooter is the Saint of Sport, and Hooter's teachings revolve around relaxation, celebration, and teaches young, non-competitive women the ethics to continue the bloodline. Disciples of Hooters, or a "Hoot", "Hooty", or "Hooter", manage the various Sports Bars frequented by the warriors. Something of a mix between an actually bar, a raging party, and a brothel where Hoots can be sampled, or selected for breeding. Marriage doesn't play a large role in the society, rather Sport follows the principle of "The Broship". And always remember their golden rule, "Bros before Hoes". Hoe is a derogatory term for anybody who isn't good enough, whether it be lack of physical prowess or being ugly. If you ever call a Lineman or a Point-Guard a hoe, expect a rage induced fight.
Establishing a Broship with another entails something akin to marriage, but without ceremony or rule over one another. The epitome of friendliness with the primary purpose of creating children. The Alpha in the relationship is the warrior, and the Beta is whomever the Alpha selects. It's an honorable tradition, to love, care for, and support your Bro, but with much less nagging. It should also be noted that a person is never confined to a single Broship, and may have many Bros.
Those who are not Players do the menial labor. Slaves work the sweaty laundry fields, tasked with forever washing items from the stinking, rancid piles of discarded laundry. Though players respect all those but the slaves, Trainers hold a special place within their society. Trainers fill two roles: They mentor the young aspirants who want to become a player; and they are the department's caretakers. They fill the dangerous role of setting and maintaining the obstacle course labyrinth and have their own set of maintenance routes to use when hauling equipment out into the course.
Trainers fight a never ending war against the stocker bots, who see the course as "walking hazards", which is absolutely correct. Stocker bots are constantly dismantling the course and hauling the items away into back stock areas, only to restock them onto the shelves at a later date. If a traveler is lucky, they'll find a path that has been cleared by the bots before a trainer has rebuilt the course.
The Greenthumbs despise Sport, because they have greenspace from the fields and stadiums. However, Gnomes hold a begrudging respect for the care and maintenance Sport puts into their fields. Sport also trades frequently with Grocery to supply their beloved meats and junk food. Especially for their Sunday Tailgate, which is a weekly gathering of players that party and skirmish with each other. They also incur the services of Auto & Tires, Electronics, and Hardware to maintain their obstacle course and equipment. Hunting and Sporting Goods are often subject to wails from the Nevergrow, who hold a fervent fascination for many of their items. The Nevergrow are also surprisingly apt at navigating the course.
Sport is a meritocracy, where a person is only as prestigious as they are skillful and a person's prestige is observed through the trophies they've claimed from defeated opponents. The warriors of this society, known as Players, push themselves to athletic extremes to be the strongest, fastest, and most skillful through the use of drugs and dietary supplements. The most notable drugs they inject regularly are; "Bulk-Up", to enhance strength and muscle growth; and "Boost", to increase stamina and endurance. The side-effects often cause the users to be quite temperamental and angry, which more often than not induces a sort of homicidal rage. Pissing of a Player may result in them killing you, or at the very least smashing a bunch of stuff. They can also enter this frenzied state of adrenaline and anger through their daily rituals of "Getting Amped".
Linemen are the male warrior of the society who dress in reinforced layers of sporting gear, helmets, and pads. They have a berserker style of combat, where they rush towards foes in a blind frenzy becoming a locomotive of rage and muscle that is incredibly hard to stop. Fortunately, if you're not the target and you're not in their path you should come out relatively alright. The wield hockey sticks retrofitted with a combination of blades and spikes, or baseballs bats modified with spikes or with small, circular weights attached to bludgeon their enemies to death with. Some carry backboard kite shields. Their weakest point is their legs, which typically have little more than layers of thin, plastic shinguards encircling them. It is incredibility difficult to get through their upper armor and helmets which can easily shrug off blunt force attacks.
Point-Guards are the female equivalent, and are almost always found behind the protective meat-wall of their linemen, covering and supporting their linemen and ensuring they are guarded from rear attacks. They have a range of weapons to attack from a distance and support the linemen. They lob overfilled balls which explode on impact, easily disorienting and knocking down their target. Point-Guards can also hinder foes by ensnaring them in nets, where they will drag them away from their allies and later sell them as slaves, or perhaps just beat them to death—It depends how mad they are really. Point-Guards primarily use bows or in scarce cases, modified pellet guns that shoot plastic, or metal pellets. These guns are much less deadly than actual guns, but can still puncture crucial areas, they are especially deadly in large numbers. The deadliest piece of their equipment is the amped-up ball launcher, which bombards enemies with deadly, green balls packed with powdered chalk which turns them into small cannonballs. Unfortunately this piece of equipment is heavy, and the process of moving it is slow and takes multiple hands to do.
Team Captains are the head of a squadron of Linemen and Point-Guards, and the Manager is the sport equivalent of a military general, who oversees operations and directs the forces. The Manager is second only to the Announcer.
Within Sport exists the subculture of the "Xfit", a people devoted to maintaining the temple that is their body and toning it to perfect. They abhor the use of drugs, seeing it only as unnecessary pollution to the body. However, they do have a regimen of health supplements, vitamins, and other essentials that they believed are required by the body. Some of these beliefs border on the weird and extreme. The Xfitters primarily act as the suppliers for sport. They're fast, agile, and have a high stamina which makes them ideal for raiding a territory quickly while the warriors of Sport deal with any threats. Xfitters also double as messengers and as a small parcel delivery service due to their ability to move through the course with ease. Following one through the Hunting and Sporting Goods department is near impossible. Whereas the Linemen and Point-Guards travel through ever changing safe routes mapped by the Trainers; Xfitters can maneuver through the obstacles and traps fluidly with speed and precision should they choose to.
The final sect within Sport are the "Lopers". Most in Sport have mixed feelings about lopers, somewhere between disdain and pity, though they exhibit a tenuous acceptance as a whole. Lopers come from the hunting section of the department, though few sane individuals live there due to the higher concentration of Sekuritee bots. Because Lopers are not bulky like their sporty cousins, the often due work for the Owl Men employed as their eyes, ears, and hands. Lopers are nimble, ranged tacticians specializing in speed and cunning rather than brute force. Point-Guards often train with senior Lopers in the use of the bow.
Lopers do the jobs deemed unfit for the simpler minds of their cousins, especially when it comes to removing somebody from their own society. Due to their secretiveness, and generally odd appearance of dark fatigues and masks, Lopers come off as a mistrustful bunch with hidden agendas. Despite technically being of the Player social class, Sport does not consider them as such. Rarely has a Loper taken part in Super Owl Sunday, and even skirmishes with them are seen as nothing more than a playful joke, even if a Loper wins.
The Sports culture centers around a once-year, gladiatorial event known as Super Owl Sunday, the ultimate sporting event of the year. This event is overseen by the Owl refs, the holy men of their society who impart their wisdom of the rules and guidelines of Sport. Owlmen fill the roles of teacher, priest, and elder to help guide their people into Sport Valhalla, to forever skirmish with the God Fifa in the afterlife. The grand priest, and the final authority on Sport religion, and the herald who marks the opening of Super Owl Sunday is known as the Announcer, who is the equivalent to the king in their culture. It takes years to become a priest and learn all of the rules, but is regarded as one of the most respectable and honorable endeavors.
Sport embodies the belief of Mad-Den; A cultural philosophy that honorable warriors who devote their lives to the sport of battle will forever live eternally within Sport Valhalla. They often skirmish with each other, and often times this results in bloodshed but they do not try to actively kill each other unless one side has declared a Rivalry. The two largest clans are the Mad-Men and Enefel, who have an uneasy relationship scarred with multiple rivalries and bloodshed in the past. They're also the two biggest competing teams.
Hooter is the Saint of Sport, and Hooter's teachings revolve around relaxation, celebration, and teaches young, non-competitive women the ethics to continue the bloodline. Disciples of Hooters, or a "Hoot", "Hooty", or "Hooter", manage the various Sports Bars frequented by the warriors. Something of a mix between an actually bar, a raging party, and a brothel where Hoots can be sampled, or selected for breeding. Marriage doesn't play a large role in the society, rather Sport follows the principle of "The Broship". And always remember their golden rule, "Bros before Hoes". Hoe is a derogatory term for anybody who isn't good enough, whether it be lack of physical prowess or being ugly. If you ever call a Lineman or a Point-Guard a hoe, expect a rage induced fight.
Establishing a Broship with another entails something akin to marriage, but without ceremony or rule over one another. The epitome of friendliness with the primary purpose of creating children. The Alpha in the relationship is the warrior, and the Beta is whomever the Alpha selects. It's an honorable tradition, to love, care for, and support your Bro, but with much less nagging. It should also be noted that a person is never confined to a single Broship, and may have many Bros.
Those who are not Players do the menial labor. Slaves work the sweaty laundry fields, tasked with forever washing items from the stinking, rancid piles of discarded laundry. Though players respect all those but the slaves, Trainers hold a special place within their society. Trainers fill two roles: They mentor the young aspirants who want to become a player; and they are the department's caretakers. They fill the dangerous role of setting and maintaining the obstacle course labyrinth and have their own set of maintenance routes to use when hauling equipment out into the course.
Trainers fight a never ending war against the stocker bots, who see the course as "walking hazards", which is absolutely correct. Stocker bots are constantly dismantling the course and hauling the items away into back stock areas, only to restock them onto the shelves at a later date. If a traveler is lucky, they'll find a path that has been cleared by the bots before a trainer has rebuilt the course.
The Greenthumbs despise Sport, because they have greenspace from the fields and stadiums. However, Gnomes hold a begrudging respect for the care and maintenance Sport puts into their fields. Sport also trades frequently with Grocery to supply their beloved meats and junk food. Especially for their Sunday Tailgate, which is a weekly gathering of players that party and skirmish with each other. They also incur the services of Auto & Tires, Electronics, and Hardware to maintain their obstacle course and equipment. Hunting and Sporting Goods are often subject to wails from the Nevergrow, who hold a fervent fascination for many of their items. The Nevergrow are also surprisingly apt at navigating the course.
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