When you enter the game you feel a presence. As you play, the presence slowly grows stronger. It wraps itself around you like mist seeping from a cavern deep deep in the places of darkness. The game grows into your mind, and turns your will to stop into dust. The game is your only thought. . your only goal. You become one with the game, but is it really a game anymore? Reality and the arena grow closer together. Soon they are one. Your mind fills with hate and pain and the pleasure of others blood on your hands. Your fingers are no longer those of a typist, they are of a those of a murderer and a conquerer. Not even the sysop can cleanse you of your sins. . . . Click To Enter