[color=9e0b0f][h2]August 21st, 10:00 AM, Tangelo, Former Nevada. Third day of Deathwatch XII[/h2][/color]

[b][color=fdc68a]"Gooood morning fight fans! It's a B-E-Autiful day here in sunny Tangelo! Day three of Deathwatch and already we've reached a bodycount of about... Oh, Five-hundred! We haven't seen that much since the winter games six years back!"[/color][/b]

[b][color=fdc68a]"As always, this is your host, Kevin 'Trebuchet' Taylor. This time I'll be joined by a special guest, Even I don't know who it could be! He... At least I assume it's gonna be a he, should be here shortly."[/color][/b]

[b][color=fdc68a]"Now, a quick recap: The brave Deathwatch capture corps has used revolutionary technology to hit the lawless hellhole of Tangelo way out here in Former Nevada with one [i]hell[/i] of a sandstorm, burying half the city in the stuff. Ugh, sand... makes me itchy just thinking about it."[/color][/b]

[b][color=fdc68a]"Anyway, there's this big-ass [url=http://assets.sbnation.com/assets/1675289/level_of_drama_800.jpeg]wall of sand[/url] around the whole city! those assholes can't get out now! And if they do somehow, Deathwatch snipers'll take em out for us. You lot are here to stay! Anyway, speaking to our brave contestants, another friendly reminder: Get kills, get water, food, supplies, anything you need! You keep people on the idiot-box happy, we throw you treats. Be cowardly, conniving cunts? Nothing, zippo, zilch. So get out there, and get murderin', and keep an eye on your Wrist-pads for deathwatch challenges!"[/color][/b]

And just like that, the voice of the announcer fades into nothing. While it was quiet now, the streets would soon erupt in an orgy of violence yet again. Until then, all there really was to do was think, keep hidden, and wait for your Wrist-pad to update with bounties on ranked players.