W A R R I O R S "I am not afraid of an army of lions led by a sheep; I am afraid of an army of sheep led by a lion. " - Alexander The Great. When the leaders woke up for another day in their time, they woke up to the ground. Not even their own. They found themselves in a circle, with a number of unfamiliar people. The city was deathly empty and unfamiliar to all, keeping the humans confused. Before they could begin asking questions, a voice began to talk to them. "Welcome, welcome, welcome. History's most terrifying leaders!" A voice boomed across the empty city, no source detectable. "I'm so sorry about the city, I couldn't find one empty and clean. Oh well. That doesn't matter!" Everybody stood up, some listening to the voice, others scanning the circle. "The important thing is, you. You are here because you're good at what you do - lead armies and fight. And thats what you're gonna do!" The voice was a mans, but rather feminine and cheerful. "I'm sure you all have things you want to get along with at home, and if you do as I say, you just might have the chance to get back." The voice paused, making the cool city silent for a moment. "All you have to do is your job - Lead an army into battle, fending off the others and eventually killing them all. So, be the last one standing and you win the travel back home." The group became restless, understandably. "Please don't panic! Hopefully this will be fun! Now, find your friends and begin planning. Your armies spawn in 12 hours. Please don't try killing others or escaping yet; We'll have to kill you. And that'll ruin the fun. We'll be watching, good luck!" The voice finally cut off, leaving the city silent again.