Please Xcrawl, Don't Hurt 'Em

Your agent, Molly Ringworld, calls you up and says she has you booked for the Detroit Xcrawl, run by DJ Rosie the Riveting. Even better, you have your first reputable sponsor, Phang Blades! They offer each crawler a magical melee weapon of their choice and will cover travel and lodging expenses! You're finally moving up in the ranks!

You make your way to Detroit. Phang Blades has put you up in an extremely comfortable hotel downtown and pays for a tour bus to the event the next day. The bus taking you to the event leaves at 11:00 AM sharp. As you leave your hotel you find a group of fans waiting for you.

From the crowd you hear various shouts.

"Hey you did that same performance at your last appearance!"

"You didn't even bother to customize it for Detroit?"

"I expected Callan to at least make a giant 'D' with his light show instead of the 'X'..."

The crowd's enthusiasm begins to amp up. A few scattered cheers and applause can be heard amongst the group.

Several crowd members return the V gesture to Tymun. A few make axe chopping gestures with their hands.

When Vi Vi mentions autographs there is a cheer and several people rush forward to get various items signed: caps, shirts, HH team photos, and even body parts.

The rest of the crowd picks up Gabriel Carver's chant, clapping and stomping to the rhythm. "Hous-ton Hexcrawlers! Hous-ton Hexcrawlers!"

After your hyper performances, signing, and flexing you pile into your tour bus (with a recently applied Phang Blades decal displayed prominently on the sides) and driven downtown to the event.

Arriving at the event, you are surprised to see that you don’t go to the main arena, the Detroit Flave-o-Ade Bowl—you are brought to the edge of a condemned block of tenement buildings. The entire block is cordoned off with police tape.

The buildings adjacent to the cordoned-off block all have stadium seating along either edges, that will allow a live audience to watch along. There is also a massive three sided AVS scoreboard hovering above the top of the tallest building, a forty-story tenement with boarded up windows and overlapping graffiti as far as a tall delinquent can reasonably reach.

After exiting the bus you are led to a double-wide trailer outside of the police cordon. You see a row of lockers, two changing benches, a table set with Detroit-style pizza, coolers full of drinks, coffee service, a makeup table with lighted mirrors, and a referee. Quiet music plays from a radio set on top of the lockers. A producer in a navy windbreaker waves you over as you enter. He is middle-aged, wearing sunglasses and ponytail, and a STAFF T-shirt under the jacket.

"Welcome to the green room, Houston Hexcrawlers! I'm Larry Funtwell, the Producer. We've got a great Xcrawl for you today, just make sure to be careful. Now the game is set to start at 2:45, which gives you about a half hour. Please enjoy the pizza and refreshments. I'll be back to escort you to the game entrance at the start time. I know you're already familiar with the rules, but just to cover my kiester, anyone who leaves this trailer before the start time is disqualified. Rock on!" He gives the devil horns and exits the trailer.