On a different world, something brewed with countless lives coming together.
"Rejoice, as now, you all have been chosen, chosen of the entertainment of those higher than yourselves. You've been selected to be in the tournament of stories!" the being said, but there was nothing to be seen.
"Where am I? Why can't I see anything?" said one person, which was then followed by another.
"Hello? What's happening? I was just at school—" Then he got cut off.
"Insignificant worms, wait till it is your time to speak. Oh wait, silly me, I forgot to give you guys your senses back."
"Finally, I can see—" then he saw it; they all did. Numerous people, standing in line, but beyond that. A massive, towering colosseum stood before them, then the mountains, then the sea. then the being that was speaking. It appeared to have a human outline, yet lacked a face. It appeared to go on forever in its skin, rippling in colors, which were purple, yellow, and green, a void of overhanging skin; it was the void of space.
"W-where is this?" One person muttered, which led to a swift decapitation.
"Silence, mortals, for he has arrived, our lord," the being in midair said, right before a dazzling light took center stage for everyone to see.
'This is the 49th grand tournament of stories; rejoice! Now come forth and choose your class! For these are permanent, so don't choose lightly!" The being of blinding light seemed to have spoken to everyone, but no one heard him speak physically.
"My lord, leave the rest to me now. I'm certain you don't wish to stain your eyes with these worms any longer."