Thread:Prism41sh3rE/@comment-39487125-20190917050223/@comment-39487125-20190920021554

The room warped and melted away into a massive medieval arena. The crowd cheered as Nocturnus sat in a ebony throne above the arena. "Let the simulation begin!"

Three lightly armed soldiers walked out of a set of gates.

(Only true if the boomerang isn't thrown.)