The Republic and the Imperium chooses two teams of seven for a battle of blood and scars.

They are to be between the ages of sixteen and twenty-five, they're trained for one week after being chosen for good reason and those reasons being nothing else but for pure fun. Like Romans watched Christians die under hungry Lions, what's left of North and South Korea will watch until one team dies and another team lives. This is a game not for honor or pride but for survival, every four years this game is held for the rest of the world to watch. One team belongs to the side of the Republic, the other to the Imperium and between the two there will be no end until one team is completely taken out, one by one or perhaps at once. 

These fourteen men are the third team to be part of this match.

What else is there in the year 2253? Nothing, rubble and crumbs of the Republic's planes and tanks, the limbs of machine guns and clothing of bullets.

And twenty- four feet will walk upon said crumbs and crushed limbs.

Not even time can tell how many will remain standing.