As parents, we sacrifice a lot for our children. We make fools of ourselves, set our own dreams aside, and focus fully on the well-being of our kids. I happily do this every day. It just so happens that this summer I did something that made everyone around me wince and gag, but my 3 children thought I was the coolest person in the world.
The air is cool and the ice is smooth. All around you scream the fans and before you sits your team. They look up to you, their Team Manager, and wait for your words of wisdom before taking the ice. You have worked hard to create the best team possible, trading players and drafting new ones. A quick look at the opposite team tells you they think they have the advantage, but a game is not won until it's played. And, baby, you can play a mean game of ice hockey.
They trained you, used you, and left you for dead. When you came crawling back to the Safehouse, full of bullet holes, they turned you away. You are no longer protected and your enemies are getting closer. You decided not to go gently into that good night and contacted those whom you still trust. You have your mission and you know your chances aren't good, but you've been living on borrowed time anyway. You are driven by vengeance and survival. A dangerous combo...
If you walk outside your house, you'll see plants in abundance. Most people just see a "tree" or a "flower", but someone who is active in the ecological management of the land sees more. They see a thriving population of native plants or a land being invaded by an enemy. In this game, you take on the role of an ecologist who's in charge of tending to the natural landscape and helping it thrive, while at the same time protecting it from damgers both foreign and natural.
Remember having intense conversations with friends at school about which toy character would dominate another if put into the boxing ring? I do. I spent way too much time thinking about why Soundwave would kick the metal butt of Megatron, and how Snake Eyes would be the clear winner if he fought Storm Shadow. Now we can put these types of debates to rest and determine the final answer by pitting classic characters into a battle royal to the finish!
Every 10 years, the Ninja Clans gather to select one among them to be the Master of Clans. The selection process is simple. All the clans will select their most skilled Ninja and silently infiltrate the most secure area in the world: the Royal Palace. There, the clans will duel for one evening, unseen and undetected by the Royal Guard. When dawn breaks, one clan will emerge supreme. From this clan, the Master of Clans will be selected and lead for another 10 years.