Stone Gladiator

I live for the fight. The stones live for me.

[gladiatorofstone]

Andreas raised an eyebrow. “That is neither the attire nor the demeanor of a monarch-appointed instructor, Piotr. Pardon my asking, but what kind of instructor are you? You’re not… a rebel, are you?”

[defensivemetal]

  “Excuse me?” He asked, what the heck was this guy even talking about. They were in Greece, did people still talk like that here? Unless…Nope, no way. He was dressed like he was wrong the 21st century which meant…”What year is it?”

[gladiatorofstone]

"2032. War broke out in 2015, and the world as mankind knew it crumbled, leaving behind a desolated planet, with five inhabitable continents. We were beginning to recover when another war broke out in 2027." He pointed to the apparent desert surrounding them. "Welcome to New York. What's left of it."

[gladiatorofstone]

kissmyringbuddy

He looked the other over, and frowned. That outfit was screaming for the government to step in. “Are you trying to get the monarch in here after you? Spandex are strictly prohibited in this realm.”

[kissmyringbuddy-blog]

"Hey, hey, easy there, man. I’m just here on business. Besides, this isn’t spandex. Technically it’s a ring construct."

[gladiatorofstone]

"Business? You are not of the monarchy, that much is clear. What possible business could you have here?" He ignored the rest of what the other had said. This man seemed... dangerous.

[gladiatorofstone]

defensivemetal

He took a good look at the other, studying him. Strong, from the look of him. From the way he looked, Andreas guessed he wasn’t from around here. His dutch accent was thick as he spoke, “Andreas Lyon. Are you lost?”

[defensivemetal]

The guy standing in front of him seemed alright, built well, yet short, well everyone was small compared to him, being six eight and all. “Uh, yeah. Just a little. Field trip with my students and I seemed to have made my way in the wrong direction.” Piotr let out a laugh, “Piotr Rasputin.”

[gladiatorofstone]

Andreas raised an eyebrow. "That is neither the attire nor the demeanor of a monarch-appointed instructor, Piotr. Pardon my asking, but what kind of instructor are you? You're not... a rebel, are you?"

[gladiatorofstone]

oneglowingeye

This one seemed slightly closer to normal than the others Andreas had met, but the scenery surrounding the two was entirely unfamiliar. "Pardon me, but I appear to be lost."

[gladiatorofstone]

kissmyringbuddy

He looked the other over, and frowned. That outfit was screaming for the government to step in. "Are you trying to get the monarch in here after you? Spandex are strictly prohibited in this realm."

[gladiatorofstone]

allicedout

He quickly sized the other up. Definitely not from the arena. Then again, this didn't look like the arena. It was far too advanced for that. He must've slipped back in time, to the time before the war. "I am Andreas Lyon. Could you please tell me where I am?" A low grunt from behind him told him his stone buddy, Lance, had traveled with him.

[gladiatorofstone]

defensivemetal

He took a good look at the other, studying him. Strong, from the look of him. From the way he looked, Andreas guessed he wasn't from around here. His dutch accent was thick as he spoke, "Andreas Lyon. Are you lost?"

[gladiatorofstone]

Main universe:

2032

The major countries of the world have fallen, re-assimilated themselves into five major continents, with Antarctica being unpopulated. North America, South America, Eurasia, Australia, and Africa, each without modern technology due to the quality of the air being detrimental to electricity.

The major professions are doctors, priests, and gladiators

[gladiatorofstone]

Kellan Lutz as Andreas Lyon, an OC from a future universe wherein gladiatorial arenas are back in popular culture following the deconstruction of globalism, as well asa series of wars that tore apart the lanet and devastated technology.