Imagine walking down the aisle, normal day, no thoughts about the prices or any of that.
Then one day you walk down the aisle but this time you forgot your phone in the car.
Different prices. Then some one walks is coming close from the other end of the aisle. The price changes. They walk past, nonplussed. A few seconds later, it switches back.
The year is 2047. Individually tracked pricing algorithms determine prices for each customer. I am the local water man, who everyone pays a small fee to go buy clean water, because my high volume of purchases means I get a slight discount. In only 34 more years I can pay off my 8th grade education and start thinking about a down payment on a double sleeping pod.
In 2291, in an attempt to control violence among deep space miners the New Earth Government legalized no-holds-bared fighting.
Liandri Mining Corporation, working with the NEG, established a series of leagues and bloody public exhibitions.
The fight’s popularity grew with their brutality.
Soon, Liandri discovered that the public matches were their most profitable enterprise.
The professional league was formed;
a cabal of the most violent and skilled warriors in known space,
selected to fight in a Grand Tournament.
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Now it is 2341, 50 years have passed since founding of DeathMatch. Profits from the Tournament number in the hundreds of billions.
You have been selected to fight in the professional league
by the Liandri Rules Board. Your strength and brutality are legendary.
The time has come to prove you are the best-
to crush your enemies-
to win the Tournament.
Imagine walking down the aisle, normal day, no thoughts about the prices or any of that.
Then one day you walk down the aisle but this time you forgot your phone in the car.
Different prices. Then some one walks is coming close from the other end of the aisle. The price changes. They walk past, nonplussed. A few seconds later, it switches back.
The year is 2047. Individually tracked pricing algorithms determine prices for each customer. I am the local water man, who everyone pays a small fee to go buy clean water, because my high volume of purchases means I get a slight discount. In only 34 more years I can pay off my 8th grade education and start thinking about a down payment on a double sleeping pod.
In 2291, in an attempt to control violence among deep space miners the New Earth Government legalized no-holds-bared fighting.
Liandri Mining Corporation, working with the NEG, established a series of leagues and bloody public exhibitions.
The fight’s popularity grew with their brutality. Soon, Liandri discovered that the public matches were their most profitable enterprise.
The professional league was formed; a cabal of the most violent and skilled warriors in known space, selected to fight in a Grand Tournament. Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Now it is 2341, 50 years have passed since founding of DeathMatch. Profits from the Tournament number in the hundreds of billions.
You have been selected to fight in the professional league by the Liandri Rules Board. Your strength and brutality are legendary.
The time has come to prove you are the best- to crush your enemies- to win the Tournament.
This is basically Ballmasterz 9009, if you like weird adult cartoons (made by the same guy that did Superjail).
BALLL MASTAZ