In a world that has long forgotten the myths of old, that which was once the life's blood of society, there is a forest. It is ancient. No, more than that. It is ancient even in comparison to the first time this world's history became more than simple tales passed down from generation to generation. Yet, the time has come where finally civilization's eyes have turned to those dense trees in order to build more giant structures of stone and iron.

The Forest of Avarice refuses to go quietly under the blades of their progress. Instead, a challenge has been offered. Thirty two claim the forest as their own. Thirty two must enter into the daunting gathering of trees. A game will be set. Many will lose their claim, perhaps even their lives. Yet, one will make it to the center of the forest and claim victory for good or ill.

Yet, has anyone bothered to explain to these players that what they face is like nothing their technology based society has ever dreamed of?

No, I thought not.

*coughs*

I didn't make it into the Working Man's Tournament. Ms. Apple did not make enough eyes bleed. *points accusingly* One of you can actually stand her existence, can't you? CAN'T YOU?!

So I've decided to join another Original Character Tournament called The Forest of Avarice [link]

It's a serious premise this time and I'm making up a spiffy new character for it.

Why do I do this to myself even though it's quite clear my talent does not lie in drawing? Because I happen to really like it despite that fact and I figure a tournament will be fun and force me into improving my non-existent skills.