Fiction Fixation

I just wanted to point out to people who were interested, that I uploaded a document that explains some of the Capture Kingdom setting a little more in depth. For anyone who wanted to know a bit more about the park and how it came to be, this will provide at least some answers.

I also wanted to point out some wonderful fiction that has done within the setting. Four different short stories are available, all set within the park, for your amusement. He's done a wonderful job highlighting the adventurous but fun atmosphere I intended for the setting to have. You should really go check them out:
The Hunting: A Capture Kingdom Story“I can't believe I let you drag me into this. You KNOW I hate these things!” Becky whined as she kept her arms wrapped tightly around Sarah's shoulders. She was basically waddling behind her, ready to jump onto her back at the slightest hint of danger. Sarah smirked as she kept her hands behind her and on Becky's hips.
“And yet here we are. We already got past the Suits of Armor. So no turning back until we get to the end...Or someone catches us.” She gave her hip a quick squeeze, causing her to jump. She flushed as red as her latex catsuit and gave Sarah a slap on the shoulder. “Kidding, sweetie. Even though it's just pretend I won't let them get you. I'll make a daring sacrifice if I have to.”
“And leave me in this place on my own? Great plan, Master Chief.” She giggled despite how freaked out she was, jumping at every shadow that danced across the drab walls from the flickering candlelight. They passed by a cracked painting of a dapper The Hunting Next Level Part 1: Claustrophobia“I'm still having trouble believing that YOU'RE the one who wanted to try again. Not that I didn't wanna give it another go after yesterday. I just...wasn't expecting you to suggest it first.” Becky blushed as she held onto Sarah's hip. She wasn't as tight against her now that she knew what to expect.
“I just...I feel bad about yesterday. ...We got caught because of me...So I wanted to make it up to you.” Sarah slowed down and raised an eyebrow up to her purple hair.
“The hell you talking about? We got caught because I tried to use a toy to cut myself loose.” She chuckled, still beating herself up about that.
“I was sealed up and useless that whole time, Sarah. You had to carry me around the whole time. ...You even called me a video game escort...” Now Sarah stopped completely and rested her black gloved hands on Becky's shiny red shoulders.
“Becks...I was kidding. I seriously would have carried you all the way up to the third floor The Hunting Next Level Part 2: CreepingThe tunnel was disgustingly humid, water droplets starting to form on their latex catsuits. Sweat beaded gently down their foreheads, and both started to regret their choice of attire for the day. The tunnel walls were covered almost entirely by a sort of vegetation that writhed and pulsated as if it were alive. Both girls clung to each other despite the humidity, paranoid that one of the vines would leap off the wall and ensnare them. Every few feet there was a giant pink-red flower of some kind, its petals spread wide and its center pulsating like the rest of the plant life around them. They steered extra clear of these, sure that there was some kind of vine that would shoot from it like a bullet from a barrel.
Despite there not being any visible light source, the tunnel was still surprisingly well lit. It must have been coming from the vines or something. The wind that had been in the worm tunnel was now replaced by a gross kind of pulsing rhythm. Like a gooey heartbeat. Sarah was a Modern Gladiators: A Capture Kingdom StoryCathy sighed through her nose as she looked up at the stadium lights, sweating already in her black catsuit and leather restraints. She kept her eyes down on the flat leather boots strapped tightly to her thighs, chained together by a pair of leather cuffs that allowed her just enough room to walk. She rolled her shoulders back to ease the pressure in her arms, which were currently pinned behind her in a leather armbinder that kept them folded one on top of the other. A tight wide collar was wrapped around her slender neck, the big iron ring on the front tethered to a leash that was currently being held in an iron grip by a hand clad in red latex fingerless gloves. The other hand slid firmly but gently across Cathy's hooded head, the latex squeaking loudly in her covered ears.
“Nervous?” Cathy licked her lips before answering. She hadn't been gagged for once, which was a good sign. That meant Megan was in a good mood and wanted to talk to her.
“A little, Miss Trace. I