I am a Super Samarai. I have been captured by a crowd of Super Ninjas while spying on them in China. I was dragged before their court. They have never seen a Super Samurai or any Samurai before, nor have they seen a Japanese before, I think. I fight many of them, slaying them. In the end, I tire and am wounded. They will not kill me but I am in pain. A Chinese lad who begged for my life when I was first captured, you come forward. I ask you to help me. I am wounded in the arms and cannot manipulate my hands to kill myself in the seppeku style. I need your help.

There are hundreds of gladiators fighting each other with tridents, maces, spears, swords, knives, pitchforks, all manner of weapons. Dozens die each minute. Some kill; some are killed; all do both..eventually. As they fight around me, I notice some kill each other. Even guys on the same team accidentally kill each other. Spears enter flesh as some lie on their back at the mercy of the gladiator over him. Some enjoy their pressing down, making it last and the victim to linger. I see a gladiator, you, coming at me. It is my boy hood friend and former lover. I haven't seen you in about two years. We are both on different teams. There are many left on both teams. What will happen? What will you do? I will repsond to whatever you will do. Kill me? Turn against your two year team mates? Help me turn against mine? Kill all of them? Let me kill you? Will we be the last two to survive? What will happen? Kill!!!! Tell me?

Two sexy young looking vampires, one blond and msucled, tender and not evil; the other more hard and more msucled, blue eyes and dark black gypsy like hair, long hair, hairless all over their bodies otherwise. The blond has piercing albino red eyes and tender skin. You are either one of them. Or you are a red headed victim who just strolled along. He has a boyfriend with him. The two vamps wait until they stroll down an alley where among the litter is an old matress. These vampires do not bite the neck to suck--they bite the belly button, if an outtie, it is easier. If an innie, they have to dig for it.

If you are the blond In a time before barbaric white men took our land, you and I am Native American Indians. We are doing a rite of manhood in this parallel universe. We are of a tribe that never existed on Earth, our real Earth. We are totally naked and put in a pit, watched by boys who are only a year older than us--the Judges. They are wild and chanting both our names, wanting only blood and one to win. A knife is tossed down between us and it sticks into the ground. We were never close and always were rivals. You killed my best friend in a raid by another tribe, making it look like the enemy did it. You suspect that I killed our father. We are brothers. I make a grab for the knife. You jump on me and we roll over the knife. It falls between our struggling bodies. Which one of us will get the knife? Which one will get stabbed? Will you get it and kill me or let me live? Will I get it and kill you? The knife blade is cold steel between our bellies as we roll. What happens next?

I am a pirate with no shirt on, a rag tied around my head. I swing onto your ship from my own. I have a knife in my teeth, a sword in my left hand and ripped pants from a Eurpeon country. I land my feet onto one of your shipmates, a cabin boy with blond hair, bare from the waist up, thinking he was a man enough to fight in this battle, kicking steel pointed boots into his gut, my left foot buried so deep in his intestines that I had to kick free after landing. My other point landed in his belly button. Around me, my crew mates land on the ship, stabbing. I rush to the cabin for the captain and find him surrounded by bare chested men...hairless as is the tradition of their kind....you are one of those protecting the captain...I then rush with my sword and knife at you....you then....

I am a dark skinned jungle lad, raised by wolves, slender, well muscled but not overly bound down by too many muscles. Naked except for a leafy thong I made. I do not kill animals. I have a rapport with them. I live with a tribe that was raised by animals, many types of animals. I am white but with very dark skin, almost Oriental eyes, long black-brown hair, hazel eyes. I see a small band of about seven young men, most 18 or 19, Chinese, bare chested with white bandannas around their heads. They are muscled, taller than I, good looking yellow skin in the sun and heat of the jungle. They are sweating. They are also torturing a kid...a white boy who has had his button down white shirt torn, pratically off, his tie ripped off and tied around his own slender waist. His innie navel didn't go in far---the back wall of it was seen for all, a roundish wide affair with little flesh to it but sexy just the same. He looked a little younger than these guys and was an innocent. He yelped and gasped. I could move in closer without them seeing me and I saw that between the tie that was tied around his abs was some kind of wooden stick, sharpened on both ends, stuck to the tie and stuck into his belly button now as the Oriental boys maneuvered it. I took out my own knife, a steel one found in a plane crash. I moved forward. I had to try to save this kid...he looked like someone that I could like...relate to...a survivor of another plane crash like the one that stranded me here...as a baby...perhaps the animals would take to him as they did to all of my tribe...I took out my bow and arrow and looked from it to my knife...which would be best to fight these Oriental guys...who had bamboo pointed spears, knives, and one even had a curved sword. One of these men is you. I decide to climb overhead, over the group and..... You react by....