"There are three ways out of the arena," Granny Goodness continues. "Those who kill or make their opponents crawl can join us as honored comrades. Those who die will be freed by facing the oblivion they so rightly deserve, sooner than they'd hoped, a gracious gift. And those that are defeated but spared will live out the rest of their days in the bowels of Apokolips as hunger dogs, as the Lowlies that turn its great engines. The darkness will be your home, and the whip will be your master, because only the strong deserve to live in the light to see the universe end."

Apparently, the Catastrophists have decided to start emulating some seriously fucked up shit from history.

A hole appears in the dirt floor and a platform rises up. It's nearly overflowing with weapons. Some are likely familiar, others are alien. All of them are bladed or blunt weapons. The only projectile weapons are limited ones, like bows and arrows or throwing knives. Not guns.

"Now, fight for the glory of Apokolips! Fight for your right to stand with us as we bring about the end!"