White room,constant beep beep beep, and a screaming woman.
Damp dank room, smoke wafting into the air, a woman screaming.
View of a gorgeous skyline, pristine accommodations, a woman being sliced open.
Erthan cave, torches lit for lite, stout woman laying on the earth.
This is the beginning, this is the starting point for the lucky swimmers who grew to life and now transition to independent outter life.
We all come out naked,screaming, and clueless.
But now the game is changed by the hand you are dealt.
Are you a child born to a middle income family who has to scrape togather enough for a decent hospital. To later be drowned in hospital bills. The only perk your races population and adaptability.
Or are you a child of the notorious ,born with the blood of traitors and criminals. Born in a dank dark room barley fit to welcome you. About to be pulled out by a brute smoking a cigarette hoping you would hurry the hell up. The only upside , your genetic advatage of strength.
Or possibly your a lucky one, born to the best of the best. Gifted with specific genese superb and second too none. Abilities to awaken, and a road to sucsess paved and ready to be walked.
Or lastly, are you born to the mountain, chiseled from the mothers stone and welcomed in a cave lit by the fires of crimson peak. Being welcomed into the flickering world of Orange,red, and black by stout callused hands .
The starting line is crossed and the race is just starting.