You make your way down to the giant amphitheatre known as the Colosseum back home. In your life you have come into, you trained with your friend who is in the Roman Army. On the weeks that he was home from battle, you sparred with him in the sunflower and wheat fields. Your wives would do laundry and take care of the children. You want to call yourself Articules but your real name is Abacus Bracus of the northern wing. For fun you create pottery with mosaic designs depicting sex and violence. But this is the norm for these people, sex, drugs, war...the Colosseum. You think hard in your new body of where your house is located. You make your way to your house. You are going to tell your wife that you are going to use all of your training to fight in the Colosseum. You know that she isn't going to like it, but if you win...if you can win the crowd, you can win glory and make a better life for your new wife and children.
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