Genocide Tournament!

Ryan heard the mumbles of all the students around him. There was a lot of talk about a "Genocide Tournament". With his interest peaked he asked a student to read him the flyer. At the sound of the tournament he launched himself from his seat, stubbing his toe on a desk. He never wore shoes, fore he primary knew where to go based on vibrations from the ground. His blindness however, was not a handicap. He knew the city like the back of his hand, and inside a Genocider, he could see. For this reason, he always adored his Genesis suit. However, he never finished the tweaks on it. Like most people, he never wore the full body suit, but rather an article of clothing that stretched for the full thing. His was his ring.

He ran through the city making sure to dodge any traffic. He made his way to registration and signed his name. Now all he had to do was tweak his Genocider, Leon.

I casually strode down an alley way, whistling innocently to avoid any suspicion. The people would gor crazy if they found out who I was, and I honestly couldn`t be bthered to deal with them, so I took the long way home. I tried to avoid stepping on the occasional dead rat, as these alley`s were generally quite dirty, and I didn`t want to get anything on my boots. "Couldn`t they have done me the favour and gone and died somewhere else?" I asked, as if there was somebody there to answer my question. I half hoped the rodents would come back to life and run somewhere else, but to no avail.

I let out a sigh, being unusually bored, randomly swinging my cane around out of a need to do something. Suddenly, a large breeze emerged out of nowhere, blowing a flyer onto my suit. I grabbed it, annoyed. "I just cleaned that." However, upon looking at it, I grinned, remembering something. "Well, It`s time I got going. That tournament just wouldn`t be the same without me."

As I strode away, the breeze stopping, the flyer dropped to the ground, showing the advertisement of a tournament....