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  • as sparta sauntered forwards for his turn, his mind reeled with thought. it would be easy, wouldn't it? a massive tiger like him against small little sticks? no problemo. unless the stick were like logs pounded into the ground by a fifteen foot sludge hammer. unless the ropes were blessed by the gods so that they were as thick as iron. and what were the odds of that? one in fifteen thousand it seemed like.


    but as the npcs were tying him up, the golden tiger began to think his theory of the logs and the sludge hammer wasn't so crazy. as the ropes were tied, he rolled his shoulders. man, these were these ropes of steel. they weren't going to break as easily as mr. greek originally thought.


    at first, sparta thrashed around wildly. maybe it would loosen the ropes some how. but he quickly stopped, figuring he would waste way to much energy that way. and wasting to much energy would cause him to malfunction, or simply stop being able to move at all, and when he would need more strength to do the stronger pulls and pushes. and without the energy, he would spend way more than five or even ten minutes, and be labeled the wimp and weakling of darkclan.


    see, his name came from the greek city-state sparta, which most people already knew. but spartans were fans of war and training, so was sparta. the massive golden tiger had to uphold his name, or he would fail all those dead spartan soldiers. and the spartan soldiers were strong, so he didn't want those soldiers coming and possessing bodies and killing him. no, this soldier didn't look forwards to be put to death by his name sake. that would be plain embarrassing.


    actually, know that he thought about it, if he failed, he'd be a failure for life. if sparta failed, he might be put to death by his name sake, fail in front of bloodclan, and not prove his worth. shit, the golden tiger had never realized how much he wanted to prove his worth in front of others. some clans made you do that. sparta's only goal was not to fail in front of all of his clan mates. wow, saving energy really did wonders. you realized your life goal, or current goal. man, usually when you save energy you're just helping you're body. wow.