It’s the future and everything’s perfect.
No, really. Everything’s perfect. No war, no crime, no illness, plenty of sugar-free soda with no unpleasant aftertaste. Mankind has solved its problems and is, at last, at peace.
Interestingly (at least from an early 21st century perspective) it turns out that watching really violent sports is an important, nay, essential element of a peaceful society. So every Saturday, a large percentage of the population gets together to watch giant bioengineered war machines knock the snot out of each other.
The pilots of these hulks are those rare atavistic throwbacks who still retain an urge to really harm others. While common in the 20th century, the instinct for mayhem has been largely removed from the race. Only one tenth of one percent of the people on Earth has what it takes to deliver a kick to the shins or a slap to the face.
You are in that .1%. You pilot the machines in the gladiator fights. You are an idol to billions. You are a meatjock.
Designer: Greg Stolze and Daniel Solis