Welcome to the Colosseum (Tournament Signups)

[Corporal Light]

"Why in the name of God's white, snowy, cold, blinding earth does more people need to appear the closer I get to this building?" Ballad said to himself as he stops in front of the large Colosseum. I guess it DOES look bigger the closer you get to it, making something awesome all the more impressive. Which begs the question on how the hell it was made in the first place. Looked to be made of some kind of stone, but it wasn't a simple construction job here.

The Colosseum itself was fucking beautiful, there was no question there. And that bartender wasn't kidding when he mentioned that it attracted people from...across the verses? Hold on a second..

"Verses? Did he mean worlds? Are there other places just like this?!" Now that he thought about it, and actually took a better look around the crowd, not everyone looked so similar anymore. Some people were shorter, but stockier, others were tall and lean. Some wore some kind of fishing hat, while others looked like they were caked in a light-brown, flakey substance. And weren't wearing a lot of clothes. And others still looked... about what he would expect to be locals, really. He had come to think that everyone who was born and raised here had hairy arms and talked in country farmer accents.

"But that still begs the question..." Ballad continues, walking up towards the Colosseum, "is this a really elaborate dream, or hell? We've ruled out heaven, because pain is still a thing here, apparently. So the logical assumption would be to say that I'm in hell. But for some reason I don't think that's the case. Otherwise, literally every moment I'd have in this place would be insufferable. And I'd be insane."

Ballad continues discussing with himself as he tosses the food he had in his hand to his right, having it land somewhere in the middle of the dirt path. Eventually, he finds himself facing a man with a piece of parchment standing on a podium. He keeps on talking to himself, though, only stopping once he reaches the man. Looking up at him, he asks "This where the Primes sign up for the tournament?"

The man on the podium looks down at the new Prime, grinning a bit. He says "Of course. Got a fee spots left, all you have to do is sign your name on this here parchment. We'll contact you when you are needed," as he hands the parchment and a quill to Ballad.

Grabbing the parchment and quill, he gazes down at the parchment, seeing a whole manner of names down there, none of which he recognized. So there will be more than just three of them.. fuck bubbles. Well, the only downside to this is that I risk not winning the tournament, but I can't die, so what am I so concerned about.

Sighing, he writes the word "Ballad," as legiblly as possible before handing it back to them. Taking his red scarf, he wraps it back around his head, turning around and heading back down to the Carnival.