Welcome to The Organization's Gauntlet. We know you wish to leave, but that's never been an option.
You see, when a Temporal Rifter other than Generation 0 is captured by The Organization it is necessary to test them. It is necessary to experiment on them so that their abilities may be known... But make no mistake, this Organization has no room for the weak nor the foolish, only the most skilled and resourceful of you may be left alive. Always remember Failure means death. Win or die.
This game is themed off The Hunger Games with a slight twist that connects to the Temporal Rifter's Generation Project. As such, only dragons from This Project are allowed to participate (statuses of each entry will be checked for this)
Participating Rifters must be named. This is an attempt to keep unnamed Rifters from being exalted.
Losers of these games are almost always exalted. However, if the captor or someone else gets attached to a Rifter during their game they are permitted to keep them... or are permitted to request permission for ownership.
The BrantSteele Hunger Games Simulator will be used to simulate these games.
The Organized Experiments Lore and Creation
(Optional Read)
Rifters from varying worlds, times and realities suddenly awoke in an Arena that resembled the one from home. However, something was clearly off. While they were in a similar setting as The Rifter League, this Arena was enclosed in a giant metal dome made of impenetrable titanium and lined with tungsten steel. Breaking through would be impossible, and with each attempt they made the walls would not bend nor break. They tried magic, teleportation and time travel, but nothing worked as the magic fizzled out of existence and they were left to question how they found themselves here.(Optional Read)
"So, these are the subjects." "Yes sir" the Rifters turned to see a well-kept, elderly old man standing far above them. Hidden behind bullet proof glass and a series of force fields which matched their strength and blows. The elder matched the exact description which their parents, grandparents, and other family members had warned them of time and time again. The man himself, the man who was the President. "Good" he spoke in a calm and domineering tone, before turning his gaze towards them.
"You may wonder why you're here, but we will not tell you. All you need to know is this. That only the strongest and most resourceful among you will survive. Failure to defeat the others, means death." The Rifters stood in silence, some crying for their families and others gazing defiantly in The President's direction. Others still began to attack what they could of The Organization's walls or tried to attack The President himself. Only to be hurled back to the ground time and time again.
The President, with little patience to be had, only watched them with indifference. Simply annoyed that his captured subjects refused to fight one another "Very well" he spoke in an eerily calm fashion "Gas them" before they could question much more and as if on cue a powerful surge of sickly green gas filled the air. This gas drove many Rifters to the ground, those powerful enough to resist it, were left to sputter and choke in place or restrict their movements as they held their breath against it.
Unfortunately, they all eventually succumbed to the hallucinogenic in the air and were forced to turn on one another. Few Rifters did so willingly, but all of them were left to wave in and out of their instinctual states and consciousnesses. When they could see clearly, they could see and communicate with each other, but when the hallucinogenic took over all they saw were enemy soldiers of The Organization.
The Organization members remained safely out of reach as they expanded the Arena to contain a vast multitude of ecosystems and wildlife... and guided Rifters to their places with the machinery at hand... In no time at all, The President's "games" began.
The Gauntlet: Name Change
(Optional Read)
As the President's Organized Experiments continued a small community of people, creatures, beings and more formed around them. This community came to be known as The Collector's Community which held various entities who were responsible for the capture and procurement of future test subjects for the Organizations Experiments.(Optional Read)
These entities often watched the experiments play out and took great joy in the entertainment which the experiments provided for them. They would collect Rifters, bet on which one of them would win their experiment, and would collect Rifters again. Sometimes these Rifters were revived from killed subjects, other times they were obtained from beyond The Organization's walls. Regardless of how they were obtained The Collector's Community's habits were clear.
Collect Rifters, bet on the winners, watch the games. Rinse and repeat time and time again. The President honestly didn't mind. For if this community garnered him more test subjects for his main project and ultimate goal why should he care? And so, he allowed their actions to continue.
This gave rise to sponsors who took pity on the subjects or were personally invested in the victory of certain Rifters. It gave rise to greater capture rates and challenges and it provided more witnesses for the anomality which was Enigma. Perhaps one day they could find a cure for it's madness in their halls.
Unfortunately, it also gave rise to rowdiness and childish antics. For the community insisted on a less logical name for these so called "games." The Gauntlet! Interesting don't you think? The President didn't think so and so he vetoed their desire for a new name. What was wrong with the logical name which he had chosen?
And yet... the freedom which this community was granted led to defiance. The Collector's Community chose to spread this new name in spite of The President's commands. He would have killed them for their insolence... and yet.
The new name brought in more Rifters. For with a more interesting name The Collector's Community expanded and new entities joined to procure their own Rifters for the experiments. It was seen as a form of entertainment, a way to make a quick buck, and so much more.
So.... If a new name brought in more Rifters. If it expanded a helpful community. Who was The President to object? If it got him more subjects then he didn't care. The Collector's Community could do as it pleased.
