Zenith: Round 1 The clock tower was one of the oldest buildings in Zenith, standing high above the city allowing its citizens to view the hour at any given moment. The four enormous clocks faced each cardinal direction and were finely decorated with a faint, but visible, golden sun. Despite its age, the tower was well maintained; its crystal spires shun in the sunlight and the ochre stones that formed the building did not seem to show any sign of wear and tear. Inside was an elaborate maze of wooden halls, stairs and beams that not only allowed one to explore the tower from its base to its top, but also aided in supporting the heavy, beautifully carved exterior layer of stone. The base of the clock tower seemed to flow out and merge with the city streets it rested on like a frozen water drop. To the young dark elf, who had seen many fantastical constructions in her underground city, it was a truly wondrous feat of human architecture. What a shame that it was
Bird Resurrection Round 2 Julian liked to consider himself a rather optimistic person. Sure, there was the odd little mood swing, but he would tell you that it was the fault of the other person. In this particular moment though, there might have been more than one culprit. “Motherfucker! Over there my ass!” Julian shouted angrily. Niko had dropped him off somewhere in the amazon rainforest, miles away from any decaying city/town/village, and roughly pointed in the direction of his opponent before teleporting away. Julian was still a little upset over his last opponent who refused to die and the state the jungle was in after the end of the world was not helping his cause. Like Vancouver, the amazon had flooded itself and the young man was desperately trying to navigate his way through the waist-deep water. Not to mention the assortment of fallen trees, vines, dead animals and some questionable looking slime along his path was leaving him more and
I present to you, the contestants of
From left to right, top to bottom:
Julian - ME!