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[OOC: Guess I'll start things off]
In the area cordoned off for the Dragoons, the members sit casually and talk. They keep thier weapons close by, but are generally relaxed. After speaking with several other teams the night before, Thomas breifs his members. After speaking for several minutes after the cat-woman speaks, a member walks towards the centre of the arena.
I am Ulgar Tresk! Pride of the highlands, blood of fire and arm of steel! I bear the colors of the Dragoons, may my enemies know before they meet my weapon! Now come and get me!
He then brandishes his weapon and waits...
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"Life is possible only with illusions. And so, the question for the science of mental health must become an absolutely new and revolutionary one, yet one that reflects the essence of the human condition: On what level of illusion does one live?"
-- Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death
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