Behind the Dome

It is the year 3044.  Earth is a wasteland, scorched and depleted of resources after years of global warfare.  Though some stragglers remain, many of the civilized countries have mobilized their populations and ventured into deep space, searching for habitable planets to make their new home.

Over 30 planets in more than 10 galaxies have been successfully colonized.  While some of these colonies thrive, burgeoning like green trees in spring rains, a handful have all but failed, becoming nothing more than somber mirrors of the doomed Earth they'd hoped to escape.

One such planet, DD-22, a dry, desert landscape located in the Triangulum Galaxy, has nearly crushed its colonists with harsh conditions, sandstorms, roaming beasts and lack of food and water.  But it's leader, Conglomagragon, a clever tyrant with an indomitable will, has devised an ingenious strategy to keep his colony from wilting:

The Death Dome...

Discipline and Punish

Millions of tons of food and water are dropshipped in on a daily basis for the inhabitants and visitors of DD-22.  While the planet is rife with oil and minerals and other natural resources, these basic human needs are lacking. 

But why?  Why would the other colonized planets help nourish this bastard child?  The answer is a simple one:  The Death Dome provides them with something equally necessary -- a place to send the unwanted members of their societies.

Afraid of reliving Earth's fate, the colonies wanted to eliminate the aberrant among them.  They wanted their own utopias, and seeing this, Conglomagragon's vision was to provide them with a place to be rid of their undesirables, and the colonies ate it up with knife and fork. 

Originally, the idea was to turn DD-22 into a prison planet.  But, Conglomagragon saw something else.  He saw a way to make his little planet the biggest one for lightyears and on.  If they were to learn anything from the failure of Earth, it was this:  violence is human nature, and human nature is violence. 

There was a way to do it better.  A planet full of the incarcerated was a waste.  Why keep these criminals alive?  Why shelter them and feed them and clothe them?  For what?  Conglomagragon saw it all so clearly:  the other colonies would not just send their garbage here...they would follow it.

you

"A new match on the hour, every hour" reads the digital marquee in each of the four provinces of Death Dome Central.

the crowd

your team fights in front of hundreds of thousands of screaming spectators in the Death Dome.