Ammm a somewhat confused and hopefully interesting background to some workouts...
Week 1
Day 1
In the city of Selunerini everything was happening. It was one of the new world marvels. After the nation states have collapsed, taking the mega-cities of old with them, there were only a handful of places in which someone could feel safe. But the city was ruled with wisdom and cooperation between the Mayor, Economic Committee and Protection Crews. The citizens had a lot of power when it came to personal life and their Neighborhood Associations held regular elections. That makes a person feel good that they live here instead of in one of the subordinate supply villages or worse, at the "in between" zones.
The nice feeling you get from thinking about the grand history of the city and your fortunate situation as a city dweller shrinks as the fuliginous skyline penetrates your thoughts through the train window. You wonder how you'll manage to find the time to read all the reports about the new illegal zones in the city, map all of them out and assign it all to the surveyors, all by yourself. Then there's also the Neighborhood's Association- you need to call them about renewing your habitat permit. You've been chasing money since you graduated, not seeing your old friends anymore, not to mention finding someone new. Suddenly, life on a faraway farm or even a tent in the wilderness don't seem so bad.
As the train slithers along the tracks, the little screeching noises that arise from the train's floor are "getting a bit loud aren't they?" as someone standing near the faraway window mentions. Yeah, they are, you think to yourself but it doesn't last long - lights on the train go off and there's a loud bang. Next thing you know you're rolling around and thrown out a broken window…
The ground is cold and wet. You get up and seem to be fine, miraculously. No broken bones as far as you can tell. Far away you hear the sound of sirens and close to you a startled voice says, he's up! Let's go man. You turn around and two young gentlemen have taken the liberty to sort out your bag for you. Hang on, says one of them, in a different voice. The bag only had this stupid calculator and his phone, the chips are probably on him. The man pulls out an electric rod and slowly moves towards you. "Okay, hand them over" he says.
I haven't fought since section training and that didn't involve weapons, you think to yourself. Hey, listen (well why not try to reason with them) that's a very expensive calculator, there's a reason it's its own device, and you could probably get more than it's worth. Oh yeah, it's got a mayoral logo on it man, they'll be on to us before we can make 16 steps*. Just hand over your fortune chips and we'll be on our way. I don't have any chips on me you tell them (and that's true, people think if you work for the mayor you're wealthy… then why am I taking the train???). I don't believe you but I don't mind checking he says. The two figures approach, there's only one thing to do now%

[*A Selunerinian reference to the assassinated Mayor Parkview who was poisoned and managed to get to the screen (phone) which was 16 steps away from his chair to alert his bodyguard, but still died.]
(%Remember, when fighting two or more people, keep moving so you won't get between them and fight one at a time. If you can, grab a hold on one – choke and knee that person while using him as a shield against the other one/s and get away when you can)
You manage to fight them off, moving around all the time. The gentleman with the electric rod gets injured by one of your kicks and falls over. Shortly after, the Purple Boots arrive (finally, man, I'm really out of shape) Everybody down one of the purple boots bellows. You take out your employee card and out of breath you hand it out to one of the soldiers. After a short questioning they take you to a nearby hospital. So many things left to do but the anesthesia is powerful… tomorrow, maybe.
Week 1
Day 1
In the city of Selunerini everything was happening. It was one of the new world marvels. After the nation states have collapsed, taking the mega-cities of old with them, there were only a handful of places in which someone could feel safe. But the city was ruled with wisdom and cooperation between the Mayor, Economic Committee and Protection Crews. The citizens had a lot of power when it came to personal life and their Neighborhood Associations held regular elections. That makes a person feel good that they live here instead of in one of the subordinate supply villages or worse, at the "in between" zones.
The nice feeling you get from thinking about the grand history of the city and your fortunate situation as a city dweller shrinks as the fuliginous skyline penetrates your thoughts through the train window. You wonder how you'll manage to find the time to read all the reports about the new illegal zones in the city, map all of them out and assign it all to the surveyors, all by yourself. Then there's also the Neighborhood's Association- you need to call them about renewing your habitat permit. You've been chasing money since you graduated, not seeing your old friends anymore, not to mention finding someone new. Suddenly, life on a faraway farm or even a tent in the wilderness don't seem so bad.
As the train slithers along the tracks, the little screeching noises that arise from the train's floor are "getting a bit loud aren't they?" as someone standing near the faraway window mentions. Yeah, they are, you think to yourself but it doesn't last long - lights on the train go off and there's a loud bang. Next thing you know you're rolling around and thrown out a broken window…
The ground is cold and wet. You get up and seem to be fine, miraculously. No broken bones as far as you can tell. Far away you hear the sound of sirens and close to you a startled voice says, he's up! Let's go man. You turn around and two young gentlemen have taken the liberty to sort out your bag for you. Hang on, says one of them, in a different voice. The bag only had this stupid calculator and his phone, the chips are probably on him. The man pulls out an electric rod and slowly moves towards you. "Okay, hand them over" he says.
I haven't fought since section training and that didn't involve weapons, you think to yourself. Hey, listen (well why not try to reason with them) that's a very expensive calculator, there's a reason it's its own device, and you could probably get more than it's worth. Oh yeah, it's got a mayoral logo on it man, they'll be on to us before we can make 16 steps*. Just hand over your fortune chips and we'll be on our way. I don't have any chips on me you tell them (and that's true, people think if you work for the mayor you're wealthy… then why am I taking the train???). I don't believe you but I don't mind checking he says. The two figures approach, there's only one thing to do now%

[*A Selunerinian reference to the assassinated Mayor Parkview who was poisoned and managed to get to the screen (phone) which was 16 steps away from his chair to alert his bodyguard, but still died.]
(%Remember, when fighting two or more people, keep moving so you won't get between them and fight one at a time. If you can, grab a hold on one – choke and knee that person while using him as a shield against the other one/s and get away when you can)
You manage to fight them off, moving around all the time. The gentleman with the electric rod gets injured by one of your kicks and falls over. Shortly after, the Purple Boots arrive (finally, man, I'm really out of shape) Everybody down one of the purple boots bellows. You take out your employee card and out of breath you hand it out to one of the soldiers. After a short questioning they take you to a nearby hospital. So many things left to do but the anesthesia is powerful… tomorrow, maybe.
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