1 3688912

It was supposed to be a day like any other. He was supposed to go to school, get caught up in whatever his friends did the night before, then go home and help his mother run the family dojo. Instead he's staring at list of words and numbers.

He fell asleep the night before watching a dumb martial arts movie about a guy who's sister was captured by an ex colleague so he ran all over South America showing his ex colleague's henchmen the power of karate. His mother's commentary about how the guy was a pussy and what would happen if he brought that 'weak shit around here' still in the back of his mind. His father's chuckle and his subsequent headlock and tap out bringing him to snicker a few times before he opened his eyes.

Blinking several times wondering what was in the tea his sister made the night before he realised the list wouldn't go away. He looked around, the list being just words without a background, he could see just fine. His parents and brother a d sister nowhere to be found.

Sitting up slowly he rubs his sore neck from a night of sleeping on the couch to see the door to the kitchen and hallway are gone. The only door out is now the front door, the windows and fireplace filled in by what looks like solid stone. He stands, confused and more scared than he'd like to admit.

Making his way to the door and reaching out to grab the handle it vanishes along with the door and the TV in front of the couch flips on.

A pair of fully white eyes open up on the static of the TV. A voice that sounds like someone dropped a spoon into a garbage disposal comes out as if from a sound system as if all around him says, "Lifeform of habitable planet 3688912, your lifestyle on 'Earth' has been complacent, destructive, childish and outright worthless. Over two millennia we have watched your pitiful existence, and we have found you to be a useless race, good for fighting and killing and not much else. Your science is annoying and contrived, your governments corrupt and inept, your entertainment boorish and uninspired and your 'educated masses' as idiotic or perhaps moreso than your 'never introduced to modern society Indians'. To digress, you are best when you are given a weapon and pointed at enemy.

Your scheduled extermination has instead become a tryout to join the Sentient Race's Military Collective, or SRMC. You will each be given the weapon most suited to you and fight to the death. In this time you will fight the sentient races of our Collective, races of the Empire of Setren, and the Horde of Abilan. Should you survive to the end you will be given rank, housing, and position amongst our collective. Rejoice! A member of the collective enjoys many privileges, including but not limited to, family that have died, women and men from your own race to use or marry, and any of the Collective's wondrous entertainments.

The list in your eyes is your attributes, skills, and choice of weaponry most suited to you. The limiters of your bodies and minds have been released. Over the next two years your body and mind will grow at a rate your 'race' deemed impossible. This room will be used as a place for you to sleep and rest, you may change it before you enter it next. I will speak to you all once more if and when you've finished your training. You have twelve hours each day before your door opens and you are forced to leave. Of course you may leave sooner of you wish. Good luck."

Ken stares at the TV screen that's once again off and sighs, "Well that sucked." His mind reeling he walks over to sit on the couch and tries to unscramble the eggs of his mind. Fifteen to twenty minutes later, once his mind is less scrambled and more boiled 'Okay, so, I'm trapped in a very shitty situation, with no hope of escape... Sounds terrifying. Well let's get into it, I should check my status screen or whatever...'

Ken

Physique (force) 1

Physique (movement) 1

Physique (balance) .8

Mind (reaction) 2

Mind (capacity) 3

Mind (quickness) 1

Skill(s)

Punch 1

Elbow 1

Knee 1

Kick 3

Palm 2

Weaponry

Most capatable with body, other choices deemed to be useless, weaponry will be chosen for Ken, category to be deleted.

Ken blankly stares at the screen. 'Great, so I'm to be weaponless against people with guns and swords and shit. I'm toasted.' With one last internal fuck it he walked over to the door, but there was still no handle. Standing there confused for a moment the door slammed open to the outside and he was sucked away.

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Waking up woozily he found himself in a cave, the dimensions of the cave being 15m by 25m with one tunnel leading somewhere. As he was about to start walking down said tunnel a the shuffling of feet was heard. The list that was in front of him faded, then a new list said, "Fight!"

Immediately coming out of the tunnel was three shirtless weaponless average height beings. I call them beings because they have bone white skin, a jagged maw for a mouth and two long finger-like claws on their hands and feet. They all turn towards Ken, and instead of the wild screams he was expecting they simply spread out and slowly surround him.

Ken's daze of stupidity officially over he quickly rushes toward the middle of the three bone creatures and throws a quick leg kick to test its durability. The kick connects and the sound of thinly crushed bones cracks out. Not hesitating or waiting for its collapse he follows with a high kick to the head in the direction it was falling. The head cracks and the creature lets out its first sound in the form of a whine-like death throe.

One down and the other two stunned he wasted no time rushing the second, the bone creature wakes up from its daze to send a back kick with its claws trying to catch him on the arm. He catches the leg around its ankle and steps in to crack its leg at the knee, following up with a leg extension to its face, caving in its skull.

The third bone creature now terrified tries to run but can't get through the tunnel as if there's some sort of force field. Terrified and cornered it screams and rushes a coldly calm Ken. Ken knocks away a strike to the face palms it in the stomach, steps in to follow with an elbow to the chin. While dazed he high kicks it in the temple.

Ken, lightly breathing and checking for scratches he may have missed due to adrenaline sighs, "Well, that was pretty ea-" The sound of footsteps echo out again, six bone creatures walk from the tunnel and see the others he had just slain broken and defeated on the ground and rush him with a scream.

"... I spoke too soon." With a refreshing smile and a sigh he settles into a stance.