Story Post: Announcement #28
The Arena Hall was silent but for the atonal whistles of a janitor moving piles of detritus around. No fans, no loud music, no arcade machines blurting the catchphrases; no journalists looking for a scoop or paparazzi looking for an angle. No children, no neckbeards, no mysterious men in long red trenchcoats and wide-brimmed hats. The high, vaulted corridors let in light and gave back nothing in return.
From one side of the aircraft-hangar-sized Workshop to the other, two people met eyes, and slowly made their way to the middle of the room before awkwardly meeting.
“Can’t sleep?”
“Isn’t it weird how, one day, you go from being one of the biggest celebrities in the world - people screaming your name, being mobbed for autographs wherever you go - to, the next day, being nothing but a cardboard cutout, a literally nameless prop used in a scene intended to illustrate the pathos of a quiet moment in a long war?”
“...”
“So who do you think is going to win?”
“betblogbot.com has Brendan as the favourite but, you know, it’s three matches back to back, anything can do wrong. any of the top four or five have a chance I think.”
“You wanna practice?”
“Sure.”
The sign above the door of Arena Hall D whirred for a minute, before settling to show: SingularByte vs Habanero, Bumpers and Traps.
flip @ 6; flip @ 5
