It's happened. Gradually, subtly, and over a moderately long period of time, but it
has happened. A new player on the Muffinville scene, a mysterious company called simply "The Business", has taken up roots. A small collection of storefronts covering a variety of categories, and even a couple of restaurants, have sprung up scattered around the town, each one manned by a strange cloaked being with a glowing eye and stilted speech. And now...some kind of promotional stunt, it seems.
The Business has put flyers throughout town, and ads on the Internet and on TV, calling all manner of warriors, fighters, and other types of combatants interested in a profit to fight "The Cyborg" at a specific place on a certain day. Later ads indicate that said Cyborg's name is Cacophany, along with the slow reveal of some stylized pictures of
the cyborg in question, a woman with an eerily blank expression. Some show her holding this gun which seems to be a part of her; others show her wielding a strange sword one or two handed, and still others both weapons at once.
Of course, it would hardly be a tempting offer to most just to fight someone if some prizes weren't offered. To that end, The Business offers to heal any wounds incurred during the battle, and a prize of 100 USD or whatever currency equivalent the combatant wants per minute survived against this "Cyborg" (but no money for surviving less than a minute), and more importantly, an otherworldly legendary artifact of one's choosing is the prize for anyone who can actually beat her in a fight.
Today is the day announced for the match, about midmorning. The Business has rented out a big lot and placed some kind of metal-built ring in the center of it. A crowd of curious onlookers has gathered to watch, and some of those glowy-eyed beings who seem to be the company's only employees mill about said crowd selling various refreshments and souvenirs--undoubtedly hoping to make back whatever those prizes cost. Cacophany stands on the platform, leaning on the strange split-bladed sword and regarding her latest opponent--a poor NPC ninja who barely lasted three seconds before being
cut in half--as another of those cloaked beings uses some technological means to time-reverse him back together again. Yet another of the beings stands next to her, and she speaks to it.
"...This ar-rangement has not been as favorable as predicted." Cacophany's speech is emotionally muted, almost monotone.
"This world has in-numerable strong combatants," the cloaked one replies, "the proba-bility of an intersection with those tempted by the prizes is ex-ceedingly high. The day is still young; some pa-tience may simply be necessary."
"I mean...I dislike cau-sing such pain unnecessarily. We should have filtered the parti-cipants somehow.""To do so would risk mis-sing someone with more hidden tal-ents," the being replies. "Just give it time."