It was the year 2048, 20 years after World War III. In the smoldering ashes of what was once our civilization, a new one has taken it's place. The rules? Fight in the arena and win, and then you get food and water. Lose and you starve.
And in the apocalypse, food is as good as gold. You can even trade it for better armor and weapons, if that's what floats your boat.
But be warned, no amount of armor will replace skill. And if you're skilled enough, you may even become the top of the heap. A berserker. The best of the best in the arena.
You got way it takes?