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Doc, you should wash your shoes after traversing that particular territory...A chemical shower would also be advisable...And then a regular shower...And possibly another shower, just to be safe |
If anybody needs me I'll be sitting in my armchair in a smoking jacket alternating between Wordsworth and the Bible for the next six days.
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Okay, fine most of the nouns in that sentence are inaccurate. Substitute smoking jacket for Justice League T-shirt, Wordsworth for Batman comics and the Bible for Bettie Page photos.
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Well, Wordsworth is creepy and doesn't look that great in a leopard bikini. Jesus is less creepy, but the critique still applies.
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Assassins, just FYI....
We haven't forgotten that you were aiming at Neverendings family jewels so don't forget your bulletproof nutcups or you'll be sorry! |
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UPDATE
No less than SIX shotguns have blasted through The Zone so far, FOUR of them have been reported to be Grindhouse shotguns! To clarify a point here - you CANNOT donate HPs to each other when you are the members of a hunting party. Only the hunted team is given this lifeline because of their defenceless position. |
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They could come after me, but I don't think they have the grapes.
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OH...You mean....EWWWWW :p Shooting grapes at you probably wouldn't have done much damage anyway...I mean, I could have gotten you in the eye and that would have REALLY STUNG...But, overall, not very effective...Just messy really |
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Who has 'grapes' left at the end of this round is the important thing for you Assassins, and the way Neverending was targeted Im sure the KN's are going to enjoy a bit of payback! Its nice being this side of the fence for a change! :p |
UPDATE
SIX more shotguns have blazed through The Zone so far! Less than 22 hours remain for the Hunting Season deadline to expire, at the end of which the Zone's doors will be opened again and all the contestants will be allowed back into Battle Royale II compound. Will the remaining shotguns fire in time? What will be the end result of this very exciting outing in The Zone? We find out when the deadline expires. |
THE DEADLINE IS UP!!
Let's see what happened in The Zone. |
RESULTS OF THE HUNTING SEASON OUTING #2
The gates are thrown open, just as sniper rifles echo all through the Zone everywhere, resounding and defeaning in their collective roar. All the three teams - Team Grindhouse, Killer's Nightmares and Ace Assassins - are led back into the compound - weary, dog-tired, sleepless...some of them patched up like torn rags, some bleeding profusely. Patched up?! Bleeding profusely?! But no bodies?!?! Let's see what happened inside The Zone through our tracker cams... ...next. |
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I HAVE A GRAVEYARD TO FILL YOU PEOPLE CAN'T SHOOT FOR SHIT THERE IS MUCH BLOOD TO SPILL |
WHAT EXACTLY HAPPENED INSIDE THE ZONE IN OUTING #3
As soon as the Assassins heard the gates lock behind them, all of them dispersed and disappeared into unknown parts of the huge forest. The gates were opened some minutes later, and both Team Grindhouse and Killer's Nightmares came running in with loud whooping yells and war-cries, shotguns clicked back and ready to fire. Both teams made circles near the closed gates, and whispered something amongst themselves. They then quickly nodded at each other in mutual agreement. As soon as the muted discussion was over, Nightmares started glaring at Team Grindhouse members. A loud buzz interrupted their thoughts, and both teams moved along in opposite directions, seemingly aware of their targets. Grindhouse member DOC FAUSTUS led the way for Team Grindhouse. He was so over-eager to hunt that he trotted off at a rapid pace and was soon away from the rest of his teammates. He looked at the ground and chanced upon some footprints which led to the inside of a huge black cave. Uncocking his shotgun, he cautiously crept forward on one side, peering into the darkness. "It was your stupid idea to come into this infernal cavern!" a voice boomed from within. "Shhhh dammit!" Another voice spoke in a very hushed tone. "Someone might hear you. Just be quiet and trust me." Doc picked up his shotgun and peered in. He could barely make out two shadowy outlines laying down in the darkness, and took careful aim at the first one's head. "MOVE IT, DESPARE!" the other shadow yelled. DESPARE jerked back with a spasmic startle, just as Doc pulled the trigger. BLAM!!! The shell tore through Despare's shoulder, and he winced as he fell back. THE FLAYED ONE took one long, hard look at him, and started to run outside, away from Doc. But Doc was quick. He fired blindly with careless aim again. BLAM!!! The shell burned through Flayed's side, grazing across his belly's underside. He yelped once and fell backwards into some bushes and disappeared from sight. Doc licked his lips in feverish delight and threw his shotgun away. DISEASE looked hard. He spotted a small red patch between the trees ahead of him and tiptoed forward, shotgun at the ready. The patch got bigger till it revealed to be a big ladies' coat, hanging on the bushes. Disease gaped at it, then suddenly realised it might be a trap. Without touching any bushes or branches near the coat, he circled around it on the left and surveyed his sorroundings keenly. In the distance, he could just barely make out a silhouette on the upper branches of a tree, watching the coat intently. Disease picked up his shotgun and took careful aim. BLAM!! BLAM!! Both shells blazed through the air in quick succession, thumping MISS MACABRE right through her tummy. She got thrown back out of the safety of the tree, and landed heavily on some rocks below it. Groaning in dull pain, Miss Macabre reached for her HPs, as Disease happily tucked his empty shotgun away. (To Be Continued...) |
@$@%$%#$@!!!!
A team that can't work as a team is doomed to defeat. You screwed us, Disease! |
(Continued from above)
RAYNE looked around, her highly trained senses on the alert. She heard small rustles from the bushes ahead to the left of her, and moved noiselessly forward. THE RETURN lay quietly, behind a big rock which almost shielded him from anyone coming from the front. Almost. Rayne could just make out the small sneakers on Return's legs. She stopped and leaned to her left, and could just make out Return's side. She aimed and fired twice almost instantly. BLAM!!! BLAM!!! The Return never knew what hit him. The shells ripped through his side, opening up two huge, smoking wounds which started gushing blood almost instantly. He rolled away to the other side, aware of his safety, fighting back the pain. He looked up and satisfied himself that he was safe, before getting his HPs out. Rayne peered back and threw her empty shotgun away with a mischevious smile. CHRONOGRL sat down quietly. She had heard the shots from Doc away on her left and knew Doc was onto some Assassins. She had a hunch one of them would be headed her way and smartly waited. Soon enough, Despare walked through the undergrowth, cursing everything while applying his HPs to himself. He was so busy fussing with his HPs that he didnt notice ChronoGrl staring directly at him from the front. ChronoGrl grinned evilly, picked up her shotgun nonchalantly and fired twice in rapid succession. BLAM!! BLAM!! Despare barely had a faint glimpse of ChronoGrl before his body sailed through the air, the shells ripping out two huge holes on his chest and right thigh. He landed heavily on the trunk of a huge tree and fell down, breathing heavily and teeth gritted to fight the pain. Chrono uttered a loud yell in absolute pleasure, as Despare reached for his HPs. SCOUSE MAC was hiding in the darkness. A place where the bushes were so thick their collective shadows blotted out a piece of forest, and which was ideal for him to hide. He watched Chrono intently, as she made short work of Despare and walked away. He looked back at the row of trees through which Despare had gone flying back, and stood up. He walked forward quickly, knowing fully well what Despare would be up to. He came across Despare just as he had brought his HPs out, and picked up his shotgun. Despare looked up from the shadow falling across him, and there was a faint plea in his eyes. His lips made the motion of saying "NOOOO!" but no words came out as Scouse's shotgun rang twice, mercilessly. BLAM!! BLAM!! Despare sighed in terrible pain. The shells had ripped through his left side and thigh, and he fell back with a loud groan. All strength was drained off Despare, and Scouse looked at him without any remorse. As soon as Scouse started to move away, Despare reached for his HPs feebly. (Continued on...) |
Nice storying V.
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FREAK heard the shotgun blasts from his right and hurried through the bushes on the alert, smelling blood nearby and uncocking his shotgun. He had a faint glimpse of Scouse Mac who looked back and gave him the thumbs up, pointing in the opposite direction. Freak smiled back and hurried forward. Pretty soon he came across to where Despare lay, bleeding and patched up. Despare's senses were tingling with alarm, but he felt so weak that he just put an arm out in weak protest. Freak smiled sadistically, and fired twice in quick succession. BLAM!! BLAM!! The shells blazed through the air and thumped one after the other into Despare's stomach, who let out a small moan in weak agony. Despare's eyes were looking at big bright lights, caused by the incessant pain his nerves were going through and sending SOS signals to his brain. Freak threw his shotgun away and walked back to join Scouse, and Despare's almost limp arms picked up 2 more HPs from his almost depleted stock. Despare had 1 HP left, and was bleeding continuously. Someone nearby looked at Despare from between the trees, and moved forward. He leaned over Despare and whispered "You are not going to die, mister!" Despare looked up with numb eyes and realisation came flooding through his brain cells. Young FERRETCHUCKER looked back at him with an angelic smile, and Despare sighed quietly. He closed his eyes, wincing at the pain racking through his body. Ferret looked at him, and then took a silent decision. He took out ALL of his HPs, and put them into Despare's duffel bag. "Use them when you need them the most," he whispered to Despare, who tried to open his eyes again. By the time Despare had his eyes open and senses back, Ferretchucker had disappeared. (To Continue on...) |
FUCK YEH!
I am one team playing son of a bitch! Despare. When this is all over, you can buy me a pizza. And maybe a small coke. |
(Continued from above)
GOREPHOBIA looked up, startled. He thought he caught a glimpse of Ferret ahead, but by the time he got up to check, Ferret had disappeared. Curious and licking his lips, Gore moved ahead to the direction from which Ferret had come. He stopped dead in his tracks when he came upon the scene ahead. Despare had dragged himself up to the base of a big yew tree, silently thanking the Gods and Ferret for the sudden and unexpected lifeline. Gore took aim at Despare's stomach which was bleeding through the patched HPs, and squeezed the trigger twice. BLAM!! BLAM!! Poor Despare. It was pretty obvious Team Grindhouse had zeroed in on him as their central target, and he wasnt being spared anytime soon. The shells burned their way into his back, just as he turned when Gore pulled the trigger. Gore made a loud, smacking grunt in satisfaction as he watched Despare moan audibly. Elsewhere, NEVERENDING was looking at the trees. Satisfied that no Assassins had climbed any nearby branches to hide, he surveyed the bushes. Just then, he heard shotgun blasts from his right and ran forward. Just as he broke through, Rayne was throwing her empty shotgun away. He looked ahead to where Rayne was looking, and knew his target was there. NE wasted no time and hurried ahead to the big boulder and circled across it to come face-to-face with The Return. The Return had patched himself up and was lying down quietly, letting the HPs do their work. As soon as he heard footfalls near, he jumped up and was literally smack in front of NE. He turned around to run through the nearby trees, but it was too late. NE had his shotgun up, and was squeezing both triggers in rapid succession. BLAM!!! BLAM!!! Both shells caught Return on his back, and he was thrown forward like a wall of bricks. The backside of his shirt turned bloody in an instant, and Return dragged himself into the bushes behind some trees, where he moaned quietly once and reached for his HPs. No sooner than Return had finished patching his HPs, that the bushes were thrown apart in front of him. MURDERDOLL had jumped through them and was glaring at Return with hot, feverish and deadly eyes. Return looked at her in wild panic for an instant, and tried to get up. Murderdoll never gave him the chance, firing wildly almost instantenously. BLAM!! BLAM!! Return groaned in sheer pain as the shells blasted two bloody holes in his stomach. Murderdoll let out a huge roar of satisfaction and looked around. NE and Rayne both nodded approvingly, as Return quietly dragged himself into the nearby bushes. (To Be Continued...) |
Wow, NE. I would have never guessed that the reason you sent messages to me saying I was a target was actually a ploy, most likely in the hopes that I would have HPs donated to me so you could take out your real target more easily. Golly Jee! :rolleyes:
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NIGHTMARE OF DEATH and DANTE'S INFERNO sat together quietly. They were waiting for the firing to recede, and when all was silence around them once more, they stood up. Knowing that the shots they heard had been fired from their right, they moved forward noiselessly and suddenly, Dante motioned to Nightmare to sit down. Both peered forward from between the trees. Despare sat propped up on the trunk of the yew tree. He looked like a big bleeding tree himself, all patched up with numerous HPs which were bright red in color. Dante motioned to Nightmare to circle around to behind Despare, while Dante himself moved to a better spot in front of him. He then watched Nightmare circle around, and squat down at a particular place. Dante aimed at Despare's chest, and muttered "Asta La Vista, baby!" BLAM!! BLAM!! Despare didnt even protest as the two shells lodged themselves firmly into his chest. His arms and legs were thrown outward in complete resignation as the fresh gunshot wounds opened up and vomited blood from each of them. He slid to his left and sank down on the ground with a low groan. Nightmare saw his chance. BLAM!! BLAM!! Both shells buried into Despare's back in a flash, and opened two rivers of blood on it. Dante motioned a high-5 gesture to Nightmare, who smiled back and moved out. Despare rolled down on the ground and sank into it, and his bloody, ragged hand reached for the HPs. MILKTOASTE looked ahead at POSHER, who signaled back to him to be quiet. Both of them stood, straining to hear ahead. Posher moved forward and smiled at the scene before him. He signaled to Milktoaste to join him, and both of them looked back. Milktoaste smiled in delight. The Return lay low, basking in the sun. His body was wrecked with small spasms of dull ache and pain from the gunshot wounds which were patched up, and he was letting them heal silently. Posher eagerly took one step forward, when Milktoaste stopped him and motioned ahead. Posher nodded in glee and moved to one side, and Milktoaste stepped forward aiming for Return's head. Return felt a faint sense of alarm. He looked from the corner of his eyes and saw movement in the bushes. He was quiet for a moment and them jumped up in an instant, forgetting all pain and ache. Milktoaste was caught in sheer surprise, but as soon as Return started running into the trees, he lifted his shotgun hurriedly and fired blindly after Return. BLAM!! BLAM!! Return caught both shots on his back and shoulder, and went flying through the bushes just ahead of him. Milktoaste muttered "Damn!" under his breath and turned around. Posher had disappeared from his side. Return fell heavily on a clump of bushes. He dragged himself ahead and reached for his HPs, just as a loud laugh broke the silent rustling sound of Return's body. "MUAHAHAHA!" Return looked ahead with sudden alarm. Posher stood there with a huge grin lighting up his face. "This is for all those times, OLD friend!" Posher said smugly, and lifted his shotgun. BLAM!! BLAM!! The Return was in terrible pain. His body wracked in huge spasmic twitches as all 4 shells burned through his veins, bringing severe tingling pain sensations to every inch. He was running out of HPs, and had a very faint chance of survival. The Return needed a miracle. And a miracle awaited him around the corner. (Final Continuation next...) |
Sweet. I kicked ass. Disease, FFS, are you stupid?
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@Ferret
Honestly, you might want to chill out. Before you get stabbed in the back. |
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Let the TINY Ferret think he knows what our plans were...
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Chill out?
WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN, CHILL OUT YOU BASTARD!? :p |
Just saying.
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Leave poor little Ferret alone. He is clearly hopped up on candy and sugared beverages, he doesn't know what he's saying.
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The young Assassin looked worried. Judging from the shots he kept hearing. he knew his teammates were in grave danger somewhere, and he had to find them soon or they would be mincemeat in no time. He kept running in one particular direction and suddenly froze, looking at the scene ahead of him. Rayne and NE were nodding at Murderdoll, while Milktoaste and Posher stood nearby behind some bushes. Pretty soon, Rayne, NE and Murderdoll moved away watching Milktoaste and Posher blast someone ahead of them. The young Assassin waited. He didnt make any sudden movements but waited. And waited. As soon as the coast was clear and the Nightmares moved away after completing their deed, he looked around. Satisfied that nobody was around, he moved cautiously forward and came across the bleeding, spasmic Return. A total of 10 patches dotted his entire body, and The Return had only 1 HP left in his bag. The young Assassin made a grim face and silently cursed the Nightmares, before propping Return up. "Return...buddy...I know you are in severe pain, but you have to get up. You are a sitting duck here, and I am sure the Nightmares have decided to off you. I cannot hide you in one place in this condition, but I can do something. Here!" Return winced as the young Assassin pulled the bag from his shoulders and stuffed something into it. From one open eye, he could see that they were GIFTED HEALTHPACKS!! He looked up at his saviour and attempted a slow, weak grin. "I think this will keep you alive till the hunt is over," the young Assassin smiled back. "A..aaa...nd you...uuu?" Return replied in a croaky voice. "Dont worry about me." Return started to say something, but the young Assassin got up and ran into the foliage in a flash. Return tried to remember the name of this young teammate of his, and suddenly it flashed through his brain. Ahh, God Bless you, PAUL THE MONK, he thought. Back with Despare, who was lying on the ground with absolutely no strength left in his body, soaking in the healing of the HPs. He heard soft rustles nearby and lifted his head slowly. PAPILLON NOIR had chanced upon him, and looked at him with grim malice. Despare tried to turn and step up, but all he could manage was a slow, weak turn, just as Papillon emptied both shells into his back. BLAM!! BLAM!! The shots thudded into Despare's back, blasting his flesh apart and creating two new wounds which bled profusely. Despare sighed and rolled forward quietly, reaching for his HPs, while Papillon stood near him, watching in apparent satisfaction. BWIND looked on as NE and Rayne came over. "Return is over there ahead. Posher went after him so you better hurry," NE exclaimed. Bwind nodded and ran ahead, crossing Milktoaste on the way. He almost ran into Posher, who glared back at him. "Oops, sorry." "Nevermind. He's over there," Posher replied. Bwind moved ahead and came to the clearing where Return lay quietly, breathing heavily. Bwind moved ahead and aimed at Return from close quarters. Return had a faint sense of alarm that he was in trouble, but his body refused to budge. BLAM!! BLAM!! Both shots blasted their way into Return's sides, and he groaned at the new pain spasms which shot through his body and brain. Bwind gloated in glee as Return reached weakly for his HPs. Paul The Monk was feeling happy. The hunt was almost over and he had done a good deed by donating all his HPs to a near-death and struggling Return, who would pull through because of his magnanimity. He hummed a tune to himself as he made his way to the hole he was hiding, unaware of a pair of barrels which peered at him from the dense undergrowth. BLAM!! BLAM!! Paul fell back from the impact of the shots, taken completely by surprise. He had no idea someone was stalking him and both the wounds on his legs started bleeding almost immediately. With no HPs to help patch him up, Paul dragged himself forward towards where the Gates lay, nervously looking around him. The barrels returned back into the bushes, and AUSTIN316426808 stood up from behind them, staring at Paul intently. |
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I for one enjoyed the lead folks, thanks for not going after any of the important people on the team. :) |
No one's dead, so all our important people are still around. We have heart, and we stick together as a team. Gifting health packs might make us a bit more vulnerable but it takes all of us to get the best, most original answers all the time.
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Seriously... In both BR's now, I've been put on teams that have no idea how to work as a team and have members that don't even show up.
Next time I want to be on a team that can work together. |
Do I detect some tears in the Nightmares?
You know, those concealed weapons can be used on your team mates. Think about that next time you get bad mouthed by your team mate. |
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