Mighty HDC Battle Royale II

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RESULTS OF THE HUNTING SEASON OUTING #13


The Gates to the Zone are thrown open to let the contestants back in.

For a long time, nothing happens. Then TWO winning contestants hobble in slowly, some of their wounds bleeding. Then a brief period of silence and non-activity. Another winning contestant slowly ambles in, apparently in a lot of pain. Two more end up dragging themselves back into the compound.

Then a long period of silence.


What?!


No less than FIVE contestants have failed to return!!!


The medics team make a quick call and ask for another medics team, and so for the first time in Battle Royale's Hunting history, TWO medics teams rush into the Zone!

We start the recordings of the spycams, to see what exactly happened...

[neverending]

This should be interesting!

[Posher778]

Wow cool! This has been fun. :D

[bwind22]

"Let the bodies hit the floor! Let the bodies hit the floor!"

[Posher778]

NOTHING WRONG WITH ME!

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WHAT EXACTLY WENT INSIDE THE ZONE...


Sector A:

SCOUSE MAC and CHRONOGRL walked forward slowly, careful not to make any noise. Scouse scanned his left, and Chrono looked around her right side. A small, silhouetted hand extended from behind a tree, holding a silenced gun.

PING!

The bullet tore through the air noiselessly and struck Chrono on her back. She spun around and took a few steps back. Scouse whirled. Both of them stared for a moment, wide-eyed in surprise. Because the silhouette walked out from behind the tree into their full view.

It was PAUL THE MONK!!

Scouse started to lift his Assault Rifle, and Paul quickly dropped his now-empty secret weapon. He was Wounded, but wasnt going down without a fight. He pulled his revolver out, and fired blindly at Chronogrl.

BLAM! BLAM!

Both bullets hit Chrono on her belly and she stumbled a few paces behind before falling down. Scouse had his Assault Rifle up by then.

BLAM! BLAM!

The first bullet hit Paul squarely on his left shoulder, and the second bullet came whizzing through the air and thumped through his skull, leaving a large hole on it. Paul's face was left in a half-broken grin as his eyes glazed over and he went down in a heap.


PAUL THE MONK IS DEAD!!!!!


Scouse turned to check on Chrono. She was breathing slightly rapidly, and had her HPs out. Just then, Scouse heard quick steps and someone running away from them away on his right. Scouse jumped up and looked at the direction of the prey.

It was FORTUNATO!!

Scouse lifted his Assault Rifle, took careful aim, and let the two Grenades fly from the Launcher.

THWUNK!! THWUNK!!

Both grenades landed just behind the fleeing Fortunato, and exploded instantly, almost simultaneously.

BAMMMMMMM!!

BAMMMMMMM!!

Fortunato went flying forward, dazed from the twin explosions. Scouse's face was grim as he walked forward to where Fortunato had fallen down. Soon, he reached the torn-apart and bleeding Fortunato.

"No more ducking for you today," Scouse said with a dry smile, as he pointed the Assault Rifle straight at Fortunato's head. Fortunato looked up with a terrified look in both eyes. Scouse squeezed the trigger quickly.

BLAM!! BLAM!!

Both bullets blasted Fortunato's head apart, and his limp body stopped spasming and slowly quietened down.


FORTUNATO IS DEAD!!!!!



(To be Continued...)

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(Continued...)

Scouse walked back to Chrono, who had recovered enough to stand up by then.

"You ok?"

"Yeah. Three silly little bullets arent going to keep me down!"

Chrono looked ahead and spotted something. She ran forward instantly, leaving Scouse behind. Chrono jumped out into the clearing in front of the river, and she had a clear view of her target. Rapidly lifting her Assault Rifle, she let the two Grenades fly at the figure ahead.

THWUNK!! THWUNK!!

Both grenades lobbed gently beside the figure, and exploded simultaenously.

BOOM!! BOOM!!

The figure let out a big cry of surprise and went down in a heap near the river bank, bleeding profusely. Chrono took careful aim, and started shooting again.

BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!!

All six bullets thundered through the air and thudded into several parts of the figure's body, and he turned around and moaned loudly with big cries of pain. Chrono looked at him for an instant, and smiled.

"You were always a big baby, POSHER!" she called out as Posher looked up at the sky once, the darkness enveloping his eyes.

BLAM!! BLAM!!

Two bullets went searing past Chrono's ears, and blasted Posher's head apart. He let out a final sigh and stopped breathing, eyes wide open.


POSHER778 IS DEAD!!!!!


Chrono looked behind her. Scouse shrugged at her and said,"Just in case."

Scouse had a real funny feeling he was being watched. He spotted nothing around, and dropped his empty Assault Rifle. A trio of red dots zoomed in on him from behind.

THRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!

Scouse heard the plasma beam's shot and swerved without looking. The beam caught him right between his shoulders, spinning him around and he went down with a loud howl. Chrono heard it in the distance, and started running back. She was oblivious of the trees, and didnt notice the set of red dots zeroing on her chest.

THRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!

The plasma beam came hurtling down from the trees again. Chrono jumped ahead, but still caught the beam on her back near the waist. She fell down and moaned loudly, biting her lips to fight off the intense and searing sensation as she reached for her HPs.

The Predator looked at her once, and swung out from the trees.


Sector C:

(Earlier)

Fortunato had been sitting inside the dark cave for quite some time. He knew someone would be around to get him and he was expecting to take them by surprise first. Soon enough, MILKTOASTE came walking through the trees looking around. Fortunato took out his gun, aimed, and squeezed the trigger rapidly twice.

BLAM!! BLAM!!

Both bullets hit Milktoaste on his chest and he took one step backwards, caught by complete surprise. But he recovered in an instant and lifted his Assault Rifle. Fortunato came running out of the cave and looked left and right, and before Milktoaste could fire, he had jumped into the bushes nearby. Milktoaste hobbled forward slowly, and Fortunato had enough time to run away out of his sight by then, possibly towards Sector A.

Suddenly, a figure jumped out of the trees on the other side of the cave, and a voice boomed out at Milktoaste.

"I'll still piss you off even when I'm dead!!"

Milktoaste turned around quickly, but Posher didnt give him a chance to think.

BLAM!! BLAM!!

Both bullets lodged themselves deep inside Milktoaste's ribs and he groaned once before falling down. Posher smiled and jumped in joy. Milktoaste slowly looked up and lifted his Assault Rifle. Posher paled.

THWUNK!!

The grenade softly lobbed at Posher in slow-motion, and exploded in mid-air.

BAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!

Posher went flying back into the trees, limbs flailing out. Milktoaste rapidly squeezed the trigger at the flying figure.

BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!!

The three bullets thudded into Posher's chest and belly, and by the time he hit the ground, he was bleeding profusely with wounds all over his body. He took his HPs out to patch himself, letting out loud yelps of pain. Unfortunately for Posher, all the shooting had attracted another contestant.

PAPILLON NOIR came through the trees right to Posher. She immediately got her Assault Rifle up, and fired her Grenades straight at him.

THWUNK!! THWUNK!!

Both grenades exploded almost instantly right in front of Posher.

BAMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!! BAMMMMMMMMMM!!!

Posher's chest was almost caved-in. Bits of flesh hung out like chunks of meat and blood, as Posher reached for his HPs slowly. Noir didnt let him go so easily. She squeezed the trigger.

BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!!

The six bullets entered Posher's body in a line one after the other. He groaned and turned around, trying to fight back the immense pain he felt. A weak hand finally got the HPs, as Noir dropped her empty Assault Rifle and moved away.


(The Present)

Milktoaste lay back quietly, patching himself up with his HPs. He heard a soft rustle on his right and stopped breathing for an instant, all senses alert. Nothing happened for a minute, and Milktoaste peered through the bushes.

FREAK had come in from the opposite direction, revolver in hand.

Milktoaste aimed slowly through his trembling fingers, and let the Grenade fly.

THWUMP!!

Freak heard it and tried to duck, but he was a second too late.

BAMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!

The explosion shook the ground. Freak fell down with a loud cry, as Milktoaste aimed again and squeezed the trigger.

BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!!

All three bullets rapidly shrunk into Freak's chest in mid-air as he was falling down, and he fought back the tingles of pain which shot up his body as he hit the ground. Milktoaste let go of his empty Assault Rifle and turned around, soaking in the heat and the patched HPs as Freak reached for his own. Patching himself up sufficiently, Freak got up slowly and hobbled off in the opposite direction.


(To Be Continued...)

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(Continued...)


Sector B:

Papillon Noir stopped and looked around. She wasnt aware she had walked this far after shooting Posher with everything she had. She tried to remember where she was, and didnt see the revolver pointing straight at her from behind a tree.

BLAM!! BLAM!!

Both bullets blasted into Noir from the front, and she careened backwards. Quickly hiding behind the nearest tree, she pulled her HPs out.

NIGHTMARE OF DEATH came out of her hiding place and peeked towards where Noir had gone.

THWUNK!! THWUNK!!

Two grenades lobbed and fell gently beside Nightmare, and exploded.

BAMMMMMMMMMMMM!! BAMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!

Nightmare was thrown forward, her body ripped apart by the twin explosions. She fell heavily on the base of a tree, just as rapid shots rang out in front of her.

BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!!

The bullets tore into Nightmare's body in several places, leaving her a bleeding mess. Her last 2 HPs were not sufficient to stop the bleeding as she went into convulsions and spasms, seemingly on her last throes of imminent death.

DUDE GUADALUPE looked at Nightmare and dropped his Assault Rifle, seemingly satisfied.

Noir had heard the explosions and the shots, and stayed hidden. She was smart to wait till all the shots had been fired, before getting up to greet her fellow winning contestant. She looked at Dude and waved happily. Dude looked at her long and hard, and reached for something strapped on his back.

Out came the Grenade Launcher he had won in the last Challenge. Dude aimed, and Noir's smile froze.

THWUNK!! THWUNK!!

Both grenades lobbed straight at Noir, and exploded.

BAMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!! BAMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!

Noir fell back, stunned and bleeding. She clearly wasnt expecting this attack from Dude. Dude stashed the Grenade Launcher away, and took his Shotgun out. He rapidly strode to where Noir lay, and started firing at her from far.

BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!!

Noir's whole body was ripped into smithereens. Numerous shotgun wounds sprung up all over her body rapidly over the places torn by the explosions of the grenades, and she was losing a tremendous amount of blood quickly. Dude let her patch herself up with her remaining HPs the best she could, and she fell back at last when she ran out of HPs, breathing heavily and Severely Wounded.

Dude checked the chamber. 3 shells still remaining.

He calmly walked over to where Noir lay, fighting back the spasms and bleeding in torrents. He pointed the shotgun straight at her chest.

"No hard feelings," Dude murmured and squeezed the trigger rapidly.

BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!!

The three shells ripped Noir's chest apart, blasting her heart into a big pile of fleshy mess and turning her lungs into a bloody mash. Noir's eyes stayed wide open, as darkness sorrounded her brains from all sides.


PAPILLON NOIR IS DEAD!!!!!


A shadow fell across Nightmare's body as it was wracked in death spasms. Nightmare had a peek from the corner of her eyes and gasped at the sight. Two rows of shining, pointed and very cruel teeth parted and another smaller set of teeth came flying out of the gap, thumping into her forehead and ripping her brains apart. Nightmare's body went through a final long spasm, before going still.


NIGHTMARE OF DEATH IS DEAD!!!!!


The Alien dropped Nightmare's body, and looked around at Dude in the distance. Dude was in the process of dropping his now-empty Shotgun, and the Alien moved towards him. Dude heard nothing as the Alien jumped at him from behind. Both went down and Dude turned around rapidly, still clutching his empty Shotgun. The Alien parted its jaws again, and Dude thrust the shotgun straight into it, locking the Alien's tongue inside. The Alien's tail swung around to impale him and Dude swerved. The tail ripped through his right shoulder and nailed it to the ground. Dude yelped in pain.

A shrill, buzzing vibration went through the Alien's body. Dude felt it too and looked up, grimacing with pain. The Alien retracted its tail and glared at Dude once, dropping some of its saliva on him. It jumped back into the trees and soon disappeared. Dude groaned loudly, reaching for his HPs and thanking his stars silently.

Someone else was watching this fight intently from a distance. Freak was fighting back the searing sensations of his own wounds as he had hobbled into this Sector. He looked at Dude reaching for his HPs, and instantly lifted his revolver.

BLAM!! BLAM!!

Both bullets thundered into Dude's back and he rolled around with a moan. Freak managed a smile before dropping his revolver. Dude had his Grenade Launcher out, but Freak had hobbled back out of sight from between the trees by then.

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UPDATED STATUS REPORT AFTER BATTLE ROYALE II HUNTING SEASON #13

ChronoGrl - Hit by a Predator Beam. Shot THREE times by Paul the Monk.
FIT with 06 HPs. Stamina - 03.

Dude Guadalupe - Impaled by the Alien. Shot TWICE by Freak.
FIT with 18 HPs. Stamina - 02.

Fortunato - Blasted with TWO Grenades and shot TWICE by Scouse Mac.
DEAD, and moved to the Morgue.

Freak - Blasted with ONE Grenade and Shot THREE times by Milktoaste.
FIT with 15 HPs. Stamina - 08.

Milktoaste - Shot TWICE by Fortunato. Shot TWICE by Posher.
FIT with 34 HPs. Stamina - 08.

Nightmare of Death - Blasted with TWO Grenades and Shot SIX times by Dude Guadalupe. Ripped apart by the Alien.
DEAD, and moved to the Morgue.

Papillon Noir - Blasted with TWO Grenades and shot FIFTEEN times by Dude Guadalupe.
Shot TWICE by Nightmare of Death.
DEAD, and moved to the Morgue.

Paul the Monk - Shot TWICE by Scouse Mac.
DEAD, and moved to the Morgue.

Posher778 - Blasted with TWO Grenades and shot SIX times by Chronogrl.
Blasted with ONE Grenade and shot THREE times by Milktoaste.
Blasted with TWO Grenades and shot SIX times by Papillon Noir.
Shot TWICE by Scouse Mac.
DEAD, and moved to the Morgue.

Scouse Mac - Hit by a Predator Beam. FIT with 05 HPs.
Stamina - 06.

[Posher778]

PERFECT. How's that for a way to go? And Pap... You got owned.

Me, Dustin, and Rayne were thinking of a funny outcome with the way the zone went down.

Dustin ran through the woods, hunting any possible prey. Just then, out of the brush sprinted Posher, who halted right at the barrel of Dude's shotgun. Posher glared at Dude, a mix of fear and humor on his face. Dustin cocked the shotgun, and took aim. As he did, Papillon emerged from the brush behind Dude. "Do it Dude. Kill that fucker!"

"But... Dustin!" Posher said, a surprisingly twisted grin on his face, as if he and Dude knew something Pap didn't.

"ANNIHILATE HIM Dude! NOW!" Pap yelled, angrily.

"I do what I want!" Dude laughed, as he wheeled around.

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! The bullets tore through Pap's surprised and awe-struck face. Posher smiled a wicked grin as Pap's blood splattered all over his face, dripping down onto his feet.

Pap fell to her knees and glared at the two BR pals, and they looked back with extreme satisfaction.

"Teamwork. Does a lot more than alliances." Posher smirked.

"That and GUNS!" Chuckled Dude.

"You... Little... SHITS!" Pap growled.

"Blah." Dude snorted.

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

The bullets pummeled Pap, and she fell backwards. Lifeless.

Dude turned and looked at Posher.

"We're such douchebags." He said.

"Well... Yea." Posher said, douchebaggingly.

Posher looked past Dude, and said:

"Oh, look! An alien! Cool! I mean...

AHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Posher sprinted off into the brush, to prepare for his inevitable death.

Dude glared at the approaching alien with a look of rage building in his eyes.

Then some stuff happened and whatever.