Mighty HDC Battle Royale II

[Posher778]

Silence Ferret. I've expressed my distaste in these past few events enough and I stand by them. And, this isn't a complaint, but... If Milktoaste doesn't show up... That's his own fault, and I think he should pay the price for is insolence! By being chewed on by Scousey.

[Zero]

resolve all this nonsense by declaring ZERO the eternal champion!!

[Posher778]

Originally Posted by Zero

resolve all this nonsense by declaring ZERO the eternal champion!!

You'll always be champion. :)

[Zero]

Originally Posted by Posher778

You'll always be champion. :)

woo hooo!!

[Doc Faustus]

Originally Posted by ferretchucker

Guys, cut V some slack. These things aren't easy to do and for gods sake, it's just a game. Does it matter how you win or if it's down to luck? Be thankful it's here and provides us with something extra to do.

I wasn't mocking V.

[neverending]

I'm mocking FERRET!

[_____V_____]

It was MIDNIGHT an hour back...


and Milktoaste hasnt sent in his choice!!



So...I have asked a HDC member to choose for him.

Waiting for the reply...



Envelope A or Door #1? Let's see what the member chooses for Milktoaste.

[_____V_____]

AND............


The Choice for Milktoaste has been made.


It will be - the Envelope marked "A".

Scouse's choice - Door #2.



Let's see what was behind Door #1...



BEHIND DOOR #1

















Yes, Milktoaste is indeed lucky. Very lucky.







Or is he?







We find out the fates of both finalists at NOON EST tomorrow.

[ferretchucker]

Originally Posted by Doc Faustus

I wasn't mocking V.

I know you weren't, that was directed at the people who were only posting to complain.

But now...I'm posting to complain about the people complaining so I was complaining about the thing I actually did in my post where I complained whilst...compl...ain...AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

[_____V_____]

THE GRAND FINALE OF BATTLE ROYALE II


Milktoaste and Scouse Mac stood a few feet apart, staring at envelope "A" which lay on the table. Milktoaste had chosen it, and he took a step forward to pick it. With slightly trembling hands, he slowly opened the flap and took out a neatly folded piece of paper from inside the envelope.

He unfolded the paper with wide, excited eyes and slowly read the words written in it. Almost instantly, a loud buzz sounded on the right and a small glass-encased chamber started to open.

Milktoaste had his mouth open, eyes staring at the paper unblinking as if in disbelief. He slowly re-read the words again, just as the buzzing stopped and the glass chamber stopped moving.

Scouse lifted his head to look at the right. He stared.

Milktoaste started and followed Scouse's gaze. His mouth fell open too.

Both of them were staring at the shiny, long-barreled weapon encased inside the glass chamber. Milktoaste licked his lips once in wide-eyed amazement.





Milktoaste took a step towards the Minigun, and a loud voice stopped him in his tracks.

"STOP!!!"

Milktoaste stopped and looked around. Scouse was tense, but had managed a grin. He nodded towards the left.

At Door #2.

Milktoaste took one long look at the closed door, then looked back at Scouse. He jumped forward towards the glass case which held the Minigun, and tried to grab it. A huge buzz of electricity ran through his body which jolted him severely, and he fell back.

"Not so soon, Milktoaste," a voice boomed throughout the room.

Scouse and Milktoaste both lifted their heads towards the ceiling.

"You both will get equal chances. I would like to request Milktoaste to take his place back by Scouse's side."

Milktoaste's whole body felt jarred from the electric shock. But he slowly managed to lift himself and walked to where he was standing earlier.

"Now...why dont we see what Scouse has picked?" the voice continued.

A loud buzz sounded from somewhere behind the door, and it started moving outwards. It was opening slowly.

Scouse peered from the left and a smile broke out on his lips. Milktoaste noticed it, and paled slightly. But he kept on watching with sheer curiosity.

The object placed on two holders behind Door #2 came into full view, just as the door stopped swinging outward.

Scouse was grinning widely. Milktoaste had a grim look on his face and was biting his lower lip.

"Milktoaste, you have 10 HPs left with you. Scouse, you have 5. Both of you are equal on stamina. Now, watch the counter in front of you on the big screen. The moment it hits Zero, the glass shelves in which both your choices have been encased will open. And then...we begin!"


The large display in front of both men turned itself into a giant countdown clock. The digits

10

appeared on it. As soon as the voice stopped, the countdown started.



10



09



(both men watched the countdown, tensed...Milktoaste was clenching his fingers, Scouse wiped a droplet of sweat off his forehead)



08



07



06



(Scouse's mouth was set, Milktoaste stole a glance towards the Minigun)



05



04



03



(both men took a small step back, as if ready to spring forward)



02




(To be Continued...)