Only fools fight for land. The real prize is the sky above. True freedom can only be found between Heaven and Earth. Some wage war to claim it as their own, while others struggle to keep it open to all. Giant airships circle above like sharks waiting to swallow smaller prey. And in a way, the sky is very much like the oceans below. You must fight to survive and there is safety in numbers. Ready your parachute and load your gun. It's time to fly or die.
Rescuing maidens has never been an easy job, but it does have its advantages. For one thing, a hero who rescues maidens has guaranteed job security. For some reason, maidens are always being captured and in need of rescue. To the untrained eye, it all seems rather straightforward, but there is so much more to it. For example, what tools should you bring? What is the weather going to be like? Are there any dragons or kings nearby? All important questions that need answers, because the answer could mean the difference between success or epic failure.
Maidens are under contractual agreement to be captured by monsters no less than 5 times per year. This coincides with the monster's labor union bylaws (subsection "F") that guarantees each monster no fewer than 10 maiden abductions every 2 years, give or take a maiden. Heroes, however, have no such contractual agreement and have long since fought the idea of unionization. This, as you might have guessed, causes a bit of friction. The heroes, being free agents, seldom care to adhere to the standardization set many years ago. Maidens don't seem to mind much, but the monsters are getting pretty fed up.
There has been no wind for almost 3 weeks and the pirate crew is becoming more wrestles and unruly by the day. Fights are breaking out and friends are turning into enemies. Supplies are low and there is talk of mutiny. If you want to survive this voyage you'll need to make certain you remove anyone who might get in your way before they remove you.
After the zombie invasion, humanity had a pickle of a problem. Zombies are really hard to destroy, making it necessary to keep them all on a remote island in order to keep everyone safe. From time to time, teenagers and thrill seekers would travel to the island, jump the fences, avoid the security guards, and drop into the zombie pits. Once there, they would play a game...
The crowds were becoming wrestles. No longer were they satisfied with the Gladiators who fought and died bravely, spilling their blood upon the sand. The crowds wanted more and the owners of the arena obliged. From the far reaches of the Empire, new warriors have arrived, bringing with them exotic weapons of death, fantastic animal combatants, and new heroes to cheer for. Once again, the crowd was content.