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05-24-2009, 10:37 AM
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This is tense!
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05-24-2009, 10:51 AM
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I must know!!
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"The physical body is acknowledged as dust, the personal drama as delusion. It is as if the world we perceive through our senses, that whole gorgeous and terrible pageant, were the breath-thin surface of a bubble, and everything else, inside and outside, is pure radiance. Both suffering and joy come then like a brief reflection, and death like a pin" Stephen Mitchell |
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05-24-2009, 11:04 AM
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WHAT EXACTLY HAPPENED INSIDE THE ZONE
Sector A: FREAK walked towards the trees and sat down. He was alone and looked tired. He carefully scanned the entire area and even looked into the high branches of the nearby trees, checking for the Predator. Apparently satisfied, he waited, all senses alert. Almost an hour passed, and Freak started to get restless. Just then, he heard the bushes part behind the tree he was sitting. Quickly looking left and right, Freak stood up slowly lifting his machete high. He didnt know who had come around to him, but he didnt care. The figure came into his vision just a moment before he swung the machete down hard. THWACKK!! SCOUSE MAC uttered a surprised cry and fell backwards. The blow had caught him on his left shoulder. Freak took a good look at him and swung again across Scouse's chest. THWACKK!! THWACKK!! Scouse took two blows and deep gashes opened across his chest, spurting out blood. Scouse fell down and turned around, groaning loudly. THWACKK!! The machete ripped across Scouse's back and left a long, ugly red dent on it. A large piece of flesh was opened which darkened quickly into a big blot of bloody crimson and thick, viscous blood started pouring out. The machete's blade slid out of the handle, and Freak dropped it. He was heaving slightly, taking large gulps of breath. Scouse was reaching for his HPs as Freak heard slight footfalls behind him. MILKTOASTE came through the bushes and halted almost instantly, looking at the scene before him. Freak looked up at him and smiled. "He's all yours, bud," Freak winked at Milktoaste. Scouse had patched himself up by then, and his Assault Rifle had slid slowly down his shoulder. Before Milktoaste could say anything, grenades flew in Freak's direction. Freak paled. THWUNK!! THWUNK!! THWUNK!! THWUNK!! THWUNK!! Five grenades lobbed all around Freak, and he didnt have any place to jump to. BAMMMMM!! BAMMMMM!! BAMMMMM!! BAMMMMM!! BAMMMMM!! The collective blasts of all five grenades shook that area of the forest, and it became full of smoke and dust. Freak let out two big and loud cries and flew backwards straight at the rocks behind him, numerous open and gaping wounds opened all over his body. By the tiime he fell heavily, he almost blacked out but kept his senses with him. He grabbed at his HPs and tried to heal himself as the smoke and dirt slowly subsided into the forest air. Freak turned around weakly to hide behind the rocks where he had landed. Scouse bit his lip to fight back the pain as he hobbled up into a half-standing position, and pointed the assault rifle straight at the almost ripped-apart Freak, as he crawled forward towards the safety of the rocks. Scouse steadied his hands to aim, and started firing. BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! The recoil of the Assault Rifle firing continuous bullets threw Scouse backwards, and all of the shots sunk into several parts of Freak's body, opening him up and tearing him apart. Freak moaned and let out grunts as the bullets thudded into him everywhere, his slow hands reaching for his HPs. He finally slid below the rock, and finished patching himself the best he could. In the end, he still had 5 HPs left with him. So did scouse, as he lay on the ground taking in big, deep breaths. Milktoaste lifted his revolver once, and started thinking. Freak peeked at him from behind the rocks, and guessed what he was thinking. "You can still get him, Milktoaste! Remember, out of us three that are left, he is the smartest, and so he is the most dangerous!" Freak yelled out. Milktoaste started to aim at Scouse. "He's got a point," he said to Scouse without taking his eyes off him, even for an instant. Scouse took in deep breaths and tensed up, staring at the barrel of Milktoaste's revolver. Milktoaste pulled the hammer of the revolver back, and the click was loud enough to make Freak smile. BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! (To Be Continued...)
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05-24-2009, 11:17 AM
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Woohoo!!! Who's gunna die!?
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Freak's eyes widened in sheer surprise. The bullets ripped into his belly and chest and he coughed three times, doubling up. He grabbed at his final 5 HPs and looked up at the same instant, his eyes full of wondrous amazement and sheer dread. Milktoaste stood over him beside the rock, propping up the injured Scouse on his left shoulder. Freak stared at the two of them, and sudden realisation flooded his senses. Scouse noticed the change in looks of Freak's eyes, and smiled. "Yes Freak, I know what you are thinking. Unfortunately, those will be your last thoughts in this world," Scouse said, his voice changing from calm sarcasm to bitter, icy-steel tinge. Milktoaste had reloaded his revolver, and was pointing it straight at Freak's face. Freak took one long, final look at both of them and closed his eyes. BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! The bullets tore Freak's face apart, blasting through his brains, eyes and chin. He slowly slumped backwards, legs shaking before coming to a slow stillness. FREAK IS DEAD!!!!! Milktoaste dropped the revolver, and smiled at Scouse. "Let's go, amigo!" he murmured and both of them turned around. SECTOR C: The Alien roamed around in a circle before slowing down in front of the river. A trio of red dots zoomed in on its head from somewhere above in the trees. The Alien snarled once, and jumped to the front. THRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!! The plasma beam ripped through the trees and hit the ground where the Alien stood just a second earlier. The Alien turned around and snarled again, before disappearing into the bushes on its right. The Predator scanned the area, and jumped down. It reached the bushes in a jiffy, but the Alien was nowhere to be seen. The Predator looked around slowly, scanning the entire forest area with its infra-red sensors. The Alien slowly emerged from behind a tree on the Predator's left. The Predator whirled, but the Alien had jumped at him by then. The Predator lost its balance and fell backwards, and the Alien was instantly towering over it.  The Predator growled menacingly, just as the Alien's mouth opened wide. Its inner jaws came flying out as the Predator slid to one side. The Alien's jaws ripped into the Plasma Gun of the Predator on his left shoulder, and it howled once. Quickly, the Predator's target tracker trio of red dots had zoomed on the Alien's head. The Plasma Gun aimed straight at its mouth. THHHHHRRRRRRRGGGGGGGNNNNNNNN!!! The Predator's Plasma Gun rolled back. The Alien's jaws had retracted in an instant, and it had come swishing down again straight at the Predator's forehead. It ripped through the Predator's forehead and nailed its green brains out, its jaws retracting with green slime all over it. The Predator's head fell back heavily, its eyes closed behind its mask. The Alien snarled once, before lifting its head and letting out a loud snarl of emphatic victory. Just then, the Alien's body buzzed with a huge vibration and it stood still. It looked around and looked back at the Predator's limp body, then jumped into the trees and disappeared towards an unknown destination. And in the end, there were only two left... ...plus one.
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Well done Freak, hard fought and a good team mate in the earlier rounds.
No mercy now Milktoaste :D
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UPDATED STATUS REPORT AFTER BATTLE ROYALE II HUNTING SEASON #15
Freak - Started with 40 HPs. Blasted FIVE times by grenades and shot TWENTY times by Scouse Mac. Shot TWELVE times by Milktoaste. DEAD, and moved to the Morgue. Milktoaste - Started with 10 HPs. Hit by a Predator beam, but protected by the PREDATOR SHIELD. FIT with 10 HPs. Stamina - 04. Scouse Mac - Started with 25 HPs. Whacked FOUR times by Freak's machete. FIT with 05 HPs. Stamina - 04. The one impartial Finalist has fallen. For the two that are left, it will be a bout of sheer luck which will result in either victory or death. Victory for one, and death for the other. Wait and see as it all unfolds...within the next 24 hours.
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