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0"The bad moon... Has risen. Now it is time to take the Plunge."
Fan Fiction:
DM-Plunge: A Descent Into Chaos
The sky was steel-gray, clouds smothering the horizon as winds howled through the skeletal remains of three unfinished skyscrapers. DM-Plunge wasn’t just a battleground—it was a crucible perched high above a nameless city, where gravity punished mistakes more cruelly than bullets.
Reyna gripped her flak cannon tightly, boots scraping against the rusted platform. Combatants scattered across the arena, trading plasma bolts and rockets. Below, the void yawned, eager to claim the careless.
She vaulted onto a jump pad, the propulsion sending her across a gap as a rocket detonated behind her. Shrapnel rained down, but her landing was clean. No time to celebrate—a sniper across the platform had locked onto her. The faint blue glow of his rifle warned her of impending death.
The sniper, Arkus, was notorious for precision kills and arrogance. Reyna ducked behind a steel beam, adrenaline sharpening her reflexes. Using her speed boost, she darted forward, dodging his shot. Closing the gap, she unleashed her flak cannon. The shrapnel hit its mark, and Arkus tumbled backward, his scream lost to the wind.
Before she could savor the victory, a rocket slammed into her platform, throwing her off balance. She turned to face a Juggernaut, his towering frame and rocket launcher making him a walking tank. His rockets battered the platform, forcing Reyna to retreat. She led him to a jump pad, her mind racing. Timing the moment perfectly, she fired a shock rifle orb mid-jump, detonating it as the Juggernaut leapt. The explosion flung him sideways, his roar fading into the abyss.
The arena offered no respite. A guttural snarl signaled her next opponent—a Skaarj warrior. Its claws glinted as it charged, a blur of alien ferocity. Reyna fired wildly, but the Skaarj’s agility made it impossible to hit. One powerful strike sent her sprawling toward the edge of the platform, her legs dangling over the void. The wind howled as she clung to the steel, her grip faltering.
The Skaarj loomed over her, claws raised. With her free hand, Reyna grabbed a grenade, hurling it at its feet. The explosion sent the creature flying, its snarl fading into silence as it disappeared into the void.
Pulling herself back up, Reyna surveyed the battlefield. The platforms were scorched and debris-strewn, a testament to the chaos. Above, lightning flashed, illuminating the remaining combatants scrambling across precarious beams.
The final showdown came on the highest platform—a disk suspended between towers. Reyna faced Lila, a former Liandri enforcer wielding a crackling Lightning Gun. “Impressive,” Lila called out. “But it ends here.”
Reyna said nothing. She fired her shock rifle, forcing Lila to leap to another beam. They circled each other, exchanging shots. Lila’s Lightning Gun grazed Reyna’s armor, the crackle of energy reverberating in her ears.
The battle came to a head as Lila miscalculated a jump, her foot slipping. She grabbed at the platform’s edge but found no hold. “No!” she screamed, plummeting into the abyss. Reyna stood alone as the timer hit zero. The arena’s drones descended, their mechanical voice monotone: “Match complete. Winner: Reyna.”
As she was whisked away, Reyna looked back at the skyline. DM-Plunge wasn’t just an arena—it was survival distilled into its purest form. And today, she had won.