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Analysis Of Fight Club : Ancient Rome

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Fight Club: Ancient Rome
The sun beat down on the warriors, the heat of the stone burning their feet. Slowly, ever so slowly it seemed, they walked, joyous music playing as people celebrated. But what were they celebrating? Nero thought. He looked out ahead, watching the progression crawl forward. Some of the men waved to the crowd on either side, making children squeal in delight. Others trudged ahead, heads bent to the ground. Helmets adorned most, shining blindingly in the mid morning sun. Sweat dripped down Nero’s spine, making him shiver despite the heat. He adjusted his grip on his trident, then readjusted. Nerves can do that to a person. His impending doom was mere hours away, blinding his sensibility everyone called worthy of the gods themselves. But where had that sensibility gotten him? Nowhere.

He looked ahead once he reached the top of a particularly tall hill. At the front of the stream of people, flags waved and music floated up. The emperor was leading the parade, at the very front of the progression, his head held high and mighty, looking down on his people in disdain. The amphitheatre wasn’t far now, lifting Nero’s spirits. Until he remembered what the amphitheatre signified. He adjusted his grip again.

It wasn’t long until Nero and the fellow gladiators reached the amphitheatre. They were locked up like cattle, cages littered about under the amphitheatre seating. The first group was escorted to the gates, for they were to participate in the venationes, a game where they pitted wild animal against wild animal, or man. Bestiarii were generally more likely to live than the other gladiators, for the games were arranged so they would be less likely to be killed by the exotic beasts. Nero knew one of them, a boy about his age. He was from one of the more privileged families, but he had still played with the other boys. Nero didn’t remember his name, only that he was bossy. He always wanted to control what the other boys did. And so, to know that he had become a gladiator, something where you had almost no control, Nero found it almost ironic.

The cheering above intensified, signaling the start of the first games. Growling, barking, all sorts of sounds floated from the arena, making Nero wince

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