Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a Bestiary in Norton-Canes is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already feelin’ the weight of my armor. It’s heavy, man. Like, why do I even wear this stuff? Anyway, I grab a quick cuppa from the corner shop on High Street. You know the one? The one with the dodgy sign that’s always flickering? Yeah, that’s the spot.
So, I’m chugging my tea, and I hear this commotion down by the canal. I’m thinkin’, “What now?” I stroll over, and there’s a bunch of kids throwing stones at ducks. Like, seriously? Who does that? I’m about to give ‘em a piece of my mind when one of ‘em slips and falls right in! Splash! I can’t help but laugh. Karma, right?
After that, I head over to the gladiator pit. It’s on the edge of Norton-Canes, near the old railway tracks. The place is buzzing. I mean, it’s like a mini festival. People are shouting, betting, and I’m just trying to keep my head on straight. I’m not even sure if I’m ready for this fight. My last match was a disaster. I lost to some dude named “The Hammer.” Like, who names themselves that?
Anyway, I’m pacing around, and then I see her. A girl from the pub on Church Street. She’s got this wild hair and a smile that could light up the whole of Norton-Canes. I’m thinkin’, “Maybe I should ask her out?” But nah, I’m a gladiator, not a romantic. So, I just keep my cool.
Then, it’s fight time. I step into the pit, and the crowd goes wild. I’m pumped, adrenaline’s rushin’. But then, I see my opponent. It’s The Hammer again! Ugh, not this guy! He’s all muscles and no brains. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.”
The bell rings, and we’re off. I’m dodging left and right, trying to outsmart him. But he’s got this crazy strength. I mean, I’m pretty strong too, but he’s like a brick wall. I land a few hits, and the crowd’s loving it. I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. But then, BAM! He gets me right in the gut. I’m winded, and I can’t breathe.
I’m on the ground, and all I can think is, “This is it. I’m done.” But then I hear the crowd chanting my name. “Bestiary! Bestiary!” It’s like a wave of energy hits me. I jump up, fueled by their cheers. I’m not going down like this!
I charge at The Hammer, and outta nowhere, I pull off this crazy move I’ve been practicing. I flip him over my shoulder, and he lands with a thud. The crowd goes nuts! I can’t believe it. I actually did it! I’m the champ!
After the fight, I’m riding high. I head to the pub on Church Street, the one with the best fish and chips in town. I’m celebrating with a pint, and guess who walks in? The girl! She’s smiling, and I’m like, “This day just keeps getting better.” We chat, and it turns out she’s into gladiators. Who knew?
But then, just as I’m about to ask her out, the pub’s fire alarm goes off. Everyone’s panicking, and I’m like, “Seriously? Not now!” We all spill out onto the street, and I’m just standing there, drenched in sweat, with my pint still in hand.
Norton-Canes, man. It’s wild. One minute you’re fighting for your life, and the next you’re outside a pub, dodging fire alarms. I’m exhausted, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. This place, these streets, they’re my home. And who knows? Maybe tomorrow will be even crazier.