Ricebowl 70

  You had no idea how you got into this place, the Dreamlands which some of the others had called it, a far place spanning many environments and places, a place where a tundra could be right next to a set of Lava waterfalls. You also didn’t know how you could get out of the dreamlands either but you had some kind of idea judging by the others that you had seen running around the place, most of which tried to kill you as soon as they saw you. It seems that you were somehow designated a champion by whatever controlled this place, being plucked up from your bed and then now being forced to fight for your freedom by going into differently segmented arenas around the environment and the victors, the champion of champions, would be able to leave where the other champions would fight each other as another champion would replace the one that had been allowed to escape.   However, you hadn’t been to any of these arenas mainly because you had no idea how to fight, mainly knowing how to point and

  The sound of your motorcycles engine revving echoed underneath you, the smell of oil and rust hitting your nose as you drove through the city of new Detroit, looking up into the sky for a brief moment before you realised that this couldn’t see anything, the pair of rifles on your back rubbing up against your neck. It had been a long while since the sun was ever able to set upon this city, the smog above long eclipsing the star that shone down, coming from the many factories and burning piles of metal that was happening due to the civil unrest going down around you. The era of giving robots thoughts and minds were good at first with it even leading to your birth as Officer Designation A-N0NYM0U5, one of the first robotic officers ever allowed onto the police force and the last Officer alive from the A designation, the lone rider of which had seen the city fall from what it once was.   At first, things were peaceful between mankind and robotkind, the grand majority welcoming the robots

  The Zone of Alienation was a desolate place, a stretch of land stretching from Chernobyl to the edge of Belarus although it wasn’t always the lost land it once was, the air around it not always teaming with radiation and death and the population of about 300 or so was once much larger. In 1986 a power surge had caused the water used for cooling to turn into steam, and the heat of the reactor caused it to explode into flames, causing the entire area to become infused with radiation. People watched in from the neighbouring countries as the nuclear dust pushed into the sky, people ran until their feet were blistered and bled across the ground, the time to stop this becoming a major issue being a prime mission across the globe. People worked for hours and days, people going out into the radiation when they shouldn’t have, the limitations of the flesh pushing down on them like an elephant's foot but when the end of the cleanup came, when the last man had left Chernobyl, all was silen