Many have died. No one knows how it started. All they know is: They no longer bleed. At least not blood. Glitter is what pumped through their veins. As it was stated, no one knows how it started, the only thing that is clear is: People have died, and lots of them. Only a few hundred people survived. Those who survived have grouped together in order to create the New World.

It has been ten years since the first outbreak. Slowly but surely the population has been increasing in the New World. However- People still have glitter pulsing through their little veins. A tradition has began, those who have broken the law are forced into 'The Pit'. It is a big empty swimming pool. The ones known as 'Pit Dwellers' have to fight. The 'Pit Dwellers' are offenders that have survived through their first battles.

The whole New World is built around 'The Pit'. It is full of trashed car skeletons and tumble weed. Those who are living in the town stay in an old Motel with no doors. New World has tons of strange characters in it but, let's not go into much detail about them. One more little detail about the New World you may want to know: The main sources of food is from the garden that they are growing, and well... Human. Most of the bodies come from the pit. Others come from outsiders.

May the fun begin children. No profiles really needed~
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Oliver never liked the heat. Nor did he like glitter. It had always bothered him since he had last seen real blood: which had been a while. The albino shuddered slightly and rubbed his eyes. Another thing he just hated more then anything- Waking up. The only good part of it was knowing he would get to watch people in the pit again. He would be able to watch the glitter splatter against the pit's walls as two of the Dwellers fought to what was hoped to be death. Oliver could never tell when people were dead. He wasn't any doctor or anything! The pale boy pulled a scarf off the ground of his 'house' and tied it around his head to stop the top of his from getting burned. He tied a bandanna around the bottom of his face, to cover his mouth and bottom part of his nose. His shirt was as almost always a thin black long sleeve shirt. His pants: Jeans. He always was careful to not get to badly burned. That s**t hurt like hell. He walked out of his 'house' and down towards the Pit. Last time he checked,it was a mess, and his job as a good New Worlder was to help clean it before fights. Tonight was very important: It was the killing of a rapist! Instead of using humans they were going to let dogs at the man. Dogs were already rare but, not to hard to get when you know how. Oliver rolled his neck and grabbed the broom from the ground. Time for the fun... Not.