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Post by Ramona Gray on Feb 1, 2013 17:28:33 GMT -5
Osten hid in a scrub brush, clinging tightly to his super soaker. They laughed and said it was a dumb weapon, but naw naw naw, he knew. It was good. He hugged it to his chest, counting down down the minutes before he would attack, even if he kept restarting after losing his count. He had his target picked. He was a super soaker expert and he could take him down with one shot!
Jed wouldn't know what hit him!
Only... when Osten leaped up to fight his foe, he didn't know what hit jed either. He looked down at his weapon, pretty sure he hadn't fired, but... maybe he was just that fast? No. Looking closer, a giant axe stuck out from inside of the blonde man's back. And then the devil himself stood before him. Artis, the butcher.
Osten screamed girlishly. It was evil incarnate here to kill him! Oh no!
But Osten was smart. He had been here before. He knew what this was and he knew what worked the last time. He just had to wake up!
Osten furiously blinking and singing to himself in the middle of a field as Artis approached.
Artis grinned at a second, most beautiful oppurtunity. This was his passion. While most of the other competitors felt a little bad about the whole murder thing, and were in it for the money, Artic just loved the hell out of watching the life flicker out of his victims' eyes.
Jed hadn't seen it coming, which was boring, but this guy was frozen with fear. Possibly seizing.
But someone else appeared. Someone unexpected.
"Don't do it! You aren't a monster!" It was Cirie. Artis's beloved sister. They didn't look alike; they weren't even actually related, but they grew up in the home together and Cirie was the only one that ever looked out for him. But Artis wasn't weak, and he wasn't going to let anyone stop him from having fun. "You aren't supposed to be a monster... we can walk away bro. We can get out of here"
What followed was a long speech about family and the sancitity of life and the other major themes of the tale as Artis stood frozen above Osten with hatchet in hand and Osten stared back blinking him away wondering why it was taking so long to wake up. [/quote]
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Post by Ramona Gray on Feb 1, 2013 17:36:53 GMT -5
Colton kills alicia for her flamethrower, gets a nice gash for his trouble
RC ties up Cirie
RC tries to kill Ramona because she thinks she's hiding Artis
Ramona gives RC the salvaged megaphone
Gervase and GC build armies
Gervace: kelly, colton
GC: Crystal, Malcolm
Colton fires, crystal rocket launchers kelly, crystal's spilled alcohol+rocket launcher causes entire area to explode into flame, taking out everyone involved
RC's megaphoning attracts several people from all over
Jed kills RC in a rage
Meanwhile, ramona vs Ethan
Osten-jed-artis-cirie thing
Ramona wipes out some people
Ramona vs Artis
Rob, meditating the entire time
Ramona vs Rob
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Feb 1, 2013 17:41:07 GMT -5
Post by Ted Rogers on Feb 1, 2013 17:41:07 GMT -5
Jed didnt see it coming!
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Post by Ramona Gray on Feb 1, 2013 17:42:07 GMT -5
Calm down I'm not done yet. My dad is taking over my computer though so I have to do this on my phone and have no where else to put my text
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Post by Ramona Gray on Feb 1, 2013 17:43:30 GMT -5
Alicia and Ozzy had banded together in their shared distaste for the games. Ghandia and Ted were both horrible psychopaths, and violence wasn't the answer. The two of them discussed quietly their plans to take down the Hosts, but even though that plot stayed off cameras, their protests against the game were well known.
Most of the viewers in the audience hated the two and wanted to see them lose. When the auction came to bid on a new item-kit to send into the game, the offers poured in. Most were meant for the biggest psychopaths, and Frostilicious, ruler of a small kingdom known as Crush was willing to pay in slaves, but the auction's surprise winner, Yazzy Yeff, a famous DJ and cousin of Yasmin the Shusher wanted nothing more than to see the game brought down. He thought that shit was wack, and he had a grudge against the two that caused all this.
And so, Alicia and Ethan got ahold of a bottle of strong acid, parachuted in to their exact location.
They made their plans, but unfortunately, plans were subject to change.
Colton, the TV personality who believed he could do better, struggled with his crossbow. He expected a gun. He didn't know how to handle this thing. Somehow, though, this shot worked. Alicia took an arrow straight through the eye and was out mid-sentence while discussing peace and diplomacy with Ozzy.
Colton grinned. He was doing well! And now, he had a much better weapon just inches away. Firing again, this time at Ozzy, Colton lumbered forward, shooting and reloading clumsily as he went and Ozzy retreated, terrified.
Colton looted the flamethrower from the poor dead girl's corpse. Maybe he sucked at the crossbow. Fine. He could take out Ozzy with FIRE.
But Ozzy had one more trick up his sleeve. He took the bottle of acid, adorned with DJ Yazzy Yeff's face on the side, and he threw it at Colton and ran like hell as Colton screamed with pain as the acid melted part of his face off.
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RC knew Artis was out here somewhere. She was gonna find him.
She didn't know where he was, but she knew he was dangerous and she probably would survive it. But so be it. She didn't care. What mattered to her was taking down that villian. He called her four eyes in high school. She cried for a week. Now she was older, stronger, prettier, and she had lasix. And now Artis was going to die.
She had no beef with anyone else. Cirie was the biggest obstacle but RC used the rope she received to tie the larger woman up. But now, Ramona stood in he way, and she was all out of rope. So she resolved to scream at Ramona until Ramona told her where Artis was.
Ramona had no idea where Artis was. She was staying the fuck away from the psycho. But she could tell RC was in a fuss and she was a little worried the wrestler was going to snap her neck.
So Ramona made a plan.
She'd salved Holly's megaphone, and gave it to RC to use to call out the butcher. She was certain, if you called him, Artis would come.
So the two parted ways alive.
GC thought Gervase was a dick. Gervase thought GC was an asshole. They had bumped into each other on the ride over, and it had been uncomfortable. And thus began their intense and heated rivalry for the ages.
Neither thought they could beat the other alone, so both had gone off to recruit others for an alliance against the other. Ultimately, GC, with the help of a pot of rice and natural charisma, had talked Malcolm and a somewhat intoxicated Crystal into joining his army.
Gervase, on the other hand, had found Kelly wandering around, and with an offer of some snacks he'd found, he got the girl on his side. And when Colton stumbled upon the two, horribly disfigured and in a serious amount of pain, Gervase's second General was recruited after tending the man's acid wounds.
The armies evaded each other for a while. Both tried to get the other caught unawares, but their movements seemed to mirror each other and in the end, they followed each others' trails in a circle for hours.
Eventually, though, Crystal stumbled over drunkenly and Colton pushed for the oppurtunity to charge. Burns or no, he didn't get into this to play games. He was here to prove himself. He was here to win. He was here to kill people.
A skirmish broke out, and Colton stood above Crystal, a smirk on his face.
Kelly fired her weapon. The truth is she had no idea how to aim that thing. She was trying to hit Gervase. Or GC. One of them. They were in the middle of stand across a small stream from each other, facing off dramatically, shouting at each other about their rivalry. Kelly was bored so she was hoping to hit one of those two when she fired.
Colton whipped out his new toy, thrilled to get to use it, grinning in spite of how the pulling skin made his burns hurt even worse. This, ladies and gentlemen, was his moment.
Crystal pulled up her rocket launcher, trying to sheild herself as the former television personality turned scarred psychopath let lose the flames. At that same time, GC called Gervase a dick. Gervase called GC an asshole. And Kelly's bullet hit Crystal's personal beer supply, and the alcohol spilled everywhere.
The cameras in the area were mostly wiped out. No one saw exactly what happened in what sequence. Cameras far enough showed a massive ball of flame and fireworks erupt in the area.
No one knew the exact details, but no one left the battle alive.
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Elsewhere, RC screamed into the megaphone, calling out Artis, using whatever insults she could think of. "Jerkface" was frequently used.
Jed had no idea what all the screaming was about, but he was not happy. He never was happy. But this time he was especially unhappy. He tried to calm down. He tried to stop the boiling rage. But that voice grated on him too much.
He tracked down the source, gun in hand, and openned fire.
Nearby, Artis was finishing up hacking apart his latest victim, Roxy. He heard the screaches in the air, and then he heard the bullets fly, then glorious silence. He smiled.
Meanwhile, ramona vs Ethan
Osten hid in a scrub brush, clinging tightly to his super soaker. They laughed and said it was a dumb weapon, but naw naw naw, he knew. It was good. He hugged it to his chest, counting down down the minutes before he would attack, even if he kept restarting after losing his count. He had his target picked. He was a super soaker expert and he could take him down with one shot!
Jed wouldn't know what hit him!
Only... when Osten leaped up to fight his foe, he didn't know what hit jed either. He looked down at his weapon, pretty sure he hadn't fired, but... maybe he was just that fast? No. Looking closer, a giant axe stuck out from inside of the blonde man's back. And then the devil himself stood before him. Artis, the butcher.
Osten screamed girlishly. It was evil incarnate here to kill him! Oh no!
But Osten was smart. He had been here before. He knew what this was and he knew what worked the last time. He just had to wake up!
Osten furiously blinking and singing to himself in the middle of a field as Artis approached.
Artis grinned at a second, most beautiful oppurtunity. This was his passion. While most of the other competitors felt a little bad about the whole murder thing, and were in it for the money, Artic just loved the hell out of watching the life flicker out of his victims' eyes.
Jed hadn't seen it coming, which was boring, but this guy was frozen with fear. Possibly seizing.
But someone else appeared. Someone unexpected.
"Don't do it! You aren't a monster!" It was Cirie. Artis's beloved sister. They didn't look alike; they weren't even actually related, but they grew up in the home together and Cirie was the only one that ever looked out for him. But Artis wasn't weak, and he wasn't going to let anyone stop him from having fun. "You aren't supposed to be a monster... we can walk away bro. We can get out of here"
What followed was a long speech about family and the sancitity of life and the other major themes of the tale as Artis stood frozen above Osten with hatchet in hand and Osten stared back blinking him away wondering why it was taking so long to wake up.
Somehow, Cirie got through to her brother though. He stopped for a moment, dropped his weapon, and stared at her for a long time before embracing his beloved sister in a hug.
The two held each other tightly, so glad to be a family again. Nothing in the world could go wrong.
Until something went wrong.
Artis felt something cold in his sister's back. His butcher's blade.
He broke from the hug and saw Osten standing there with an "I-did-good-right?" smile. Artis didn't even think before snapping Osten's neck.
Ramona wipes out some people
Ramona vs Artis
Rob, meditating the entire time
Ramona vs Rob
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Feb 2, 2013 18:22:29 GMT -5
Post by Ramona Gray on Feb 2, 2013 18:22:29 GMT -5
Guys, my dad decided to come over and mess with my computer. I thought he would only have it shut down for a few minutes. Only now apparently he's broken it and it won't turn on anymore. There's some stuff I haven't finished yet and I don't thnk I can get it on my phone alone :/ Here's what I have Alicia and Ozzy had banded together in their shared distaste for the games. Ghandia and Ted were both horrible psychopaths, and violence wasn't the answer. The two of them discussed quietly their plans to take down the Hosts, but even though that plot stayed off cameras, their protests against the game were well known.
Most of the viewers in the audience hated the two and wanted to see them lose. When the auction came to bid on a new item-kit to send into the game, the offers poured in. Most were meant for the biggest psychopaths, and Frostilicious, ruler of a small kingdom known as Crush was willing to pay in slaves, but the auction's surprise winner, Yazzy Yeff, a famous DJ and cousin of Yasmin the Shusher wanted nothing more than to see the game brought down. He thought that shit was wack, and he had a grudge against the two that caused all this.
And so, Alicia and Ethan got ahold of a bottle of strong acid, parachuted in to their exact location.
They made their plans, but unfortunately, plans were subject to change.
Colton, the TV personality who believed he could do better, struggled with his crossbow. He expected a gun. He didn't know how to handle this thing. Somehow, though, this shot worked. Alicia took an arrow straight through the eye and was out mid-sentence while discussing peace and diplomacy with Ozzy.
Colton grinned. He was doing well! And now, he had a much better weapon just inches away. Firing again, this time at Ozzy, Colton lumbered forward, shooting and reloading clumsily as he went and Ozzy retreated, terrified.
Colton looted the flamethrower from the poor dead girl's corpse. Maybe he sucked at the crossbow. Fine. He could take out Ozzy with FIRE.
But Ozzy had one more trick up his sleeve. He took the bottle of acid, adorned with DJ Yazzy Yeff's face on the side, and he threw it at Colton and ran like hell as Colton screamed with pain as the acid melted part of his face off.
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RC knew Artis was out here somewhere. She was gonna find him.
She didn't know where he was, but she knew he was dangerous and she probably would survive it. But so be it. She didn't care. What mattered to her was taking down that villian. He called her four eyes in high school. She cried for a week. Now she was older, stronger, prettier, and she had lasix. And now Artis was going to die.
She had no beef with anyone else. Cirie was the biggest obstacle but RC used the rope she received to tie the larger woman up. But now, Ramona stood in he way, and she was all out of rope. So she resolved to scream at Ramona until Ramona told her where Artis was.
Ramona had no idea where Artis was. She was staying the fuck away from the psycho. But she could tell RC was in a fuss and she was a little worried the wrestler was going to snap her neck.
So Ramona made a plan.
She'd salved Holly's megaphone, and gave it to RC to use to call out the butcher. She was certain, if you called him, Artis would come.
So the two parted ways alive.
GC thought Gervase was a dick. Gervase thought GC was an asshole. They had bumped into each other on the ride over, and it had been uncomfortable. And thus began their intense and heated rivalry for the ages.
Neither thought they could beat the other alone, so both had gone off to recruit others for an alliance against the other. Ultimately, GC, with the help of a pot of rice and natural charisma, had talked Malcolm and a somewhat intoxicated Crystal into joining his army.
Gervase, on the other hand, had found Kelly wandering around, and with an offer of some snacks he'd found, he got the girl on his side. And when Colton stumbled upon the two, horribly disfigured and in a serious amount of pain, Gervase's second General was recruited after tending the man's acid wounds.
The armies evaded each other for a while. Both tried to get the other caught unawares, but their movements seemed to mirror each other and in the end, they followed each others' trails in a circle for hours.
Eventually, though, Crystal stumbled over drunkenly and Colton pushed for the oppurtunity to charge. Burns or no, he didn't get into this to play games. He was here to prove himself. He was here to win. He was here to kill people.
A skirmish broke out, and Colton stood above Crystal, a smirk on his face.
Kelly fired her weapon. The truth is she had no idea how to aim that thing. She was trying to hit Gervase. Or GC. One of them. They were in the middle of stand across a small stream from each other, facing off dramatically, shouting at each other about their rivalry. Kelly was bored so she was hoping to hit one of those two when she fired.
Colton whipped out his new toy, thrilled to get to use it, grinning in spite of how the pulling skin made his burns hurt even worse. This, ladies and gentlemen, was his moment.
Crystal pulled up her rocket launcher, trying to sheild herself as the former television personality turned scarred psychopath let lose the flames. At that same time, GC called Gervase a dick. Gervase called GC an asshole. And Kelly's bullet hit Crystal's personal beer supply, and the alcohol spilled everywhere.
The cameras in the area were mostly wiped out. No one saw exactly what happened in what sequence. Cameras far enough showed a massive ball of flame and fireworks erupt in the area.
No one knew the exact details, but no one left the battle alive.
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Elsewhere, RC screamed into the megaphone, calling out Artis, using whatever insults she could think of. "Jerkface" was frequently used.
Jed had no idea what all the screaming was about, but he was not happy. He never was happy. But this time he was especially unhappy. He tried to calm down. He tried to stop the boiling rage. But that voice grated on him too much.
He tracked down the source, gun in hand, and openned fire.
Nearby, Artis was finishing up hacking apart his latest victim, Roxy. He heard the screaches in the air, and then he heard the bullets fly, then glorious silence. He smiled.
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Ethan swung around his "weapon" a few times. A sock full of pennies... not exactly the badass machine gun or katana or whatever he had expected when he signed up. If he survived his buddy that dared him to play this was getting the sock-full, and nothing else out of the 10 million.
It's not like ten mill even covered a lot of expenses nowadays... Looking back on the whole thing Ghandia and Ted were pretty fucking cheap.
But Ethan was gonna win. He didn't have much, but he was determined. And he watched a ton of action movies and stuff. So, you know, he was prepared for the wor---
SNAP!
The worst came, and Ethan saw his killer's face only for an instant as his head was forcibly turned, just seconds before the world went dark...
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Osten hid in a scrub brush, clinging tightly to his super soaker. They laughed and said it was a dumb weapon, but naw naw naw, he knew. It was good. He hugged it to his chest, counting down down the minutes before he would attack, even if he kept restarting after losing his count. He had his target picked. He was a super soaker expert and he could take him down with one shot!
Jed wouldn't know what hit him!
Only... when Osten leaped up to fight his foe, he didn't know what hit jed either. He looked down at his weapon, pretty sure he hadn't fired, but... maybe he was just that fast? No. Looking closer, a giant axe stuck out from inside of the blonde man's back. And then the devil himself stood before him. Artis, the butcher.
Osten screamed girlishly. It was evil incarnate here to kill him! Oh no!
But Osten was smart. He had been here before. He knew what this was and he knew what worked the last time. He just had to wake up!
Osten furiously blinking and singing to himself in the middle of a field as Artis approached.
Artis grinned at a second, most beautiful oppurtunity. This was his passion. While most of the other competitors felt a little bad about the whole murder thing, and were in it for the money, Artic just loved the hell out of watching the life flicker out of his victims' eyes.
Jed hadn't seen it coming, which was boring, but this guy was frozen with fear. Possibly seizing.
But someone else appeared. Someone unexpected.
"Don't do it! You aren't a monster!" It was Cirie. Artis's beloved sister. They didn't look alike; they weren't even actually related, but they grew up in the home together and Cirie was the only one that ever looked out for him. But Artis wasn't weak, and he wasn't going to let anyone stop him from having fun. "You aren't supposed to be a monster... we can walk away bro. We can get out of here"
What followed was a long speech about family and the sancitity of life and the other major themes of the tale as Artis stood frozen above Osten with hatchet in hand and Osten stared back blinking him away wondering why it was taking so long to wake up.
Somehow, Cirie got through to her brother though. He stopped for a moment, dropped his weapon, and stared at her for a long time before embracing his beloved sister in a hug.
The two held each other tightly, so glad to be a family again. Nothing in the world could go wrong.
Until something went wrong.
Artis felt something cold in his sister's back. His butcher's blade.
He broke from the hug and saw Osten standing there with an "I-did-good-right?" smile. Artis didn't even think before snapping Osten's neck.
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Artis vs Ozzy
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Artis vs Ramona
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Ramona traveled the battlefields of the island, looking for the others. She wasn't all that interested in killing, but she was interested in the money. Very, very interested.
But she didn't encounter anyone living for a long time. There were remains so charred all that was left were bone fragments and teeth. The were piles of flesh that were no longer identifiable as human, which Ramona avoided at all costs.
She passed Ethan and a few other bodies, bruised up, but not terribly mutilated. She thought she counted every body in the game as gone now. So... why hadn't she won? Where was the jet? The smiling psychopaths? The money?
She thought she had to be alone. Want that everyone? Artis and Cirie and Osten and the charred skeletons... who was she missing.
Then, standing before her, she encountered the final foe standing before her.
Rob.
And then there were two. Rob and Ramona were the last two standing. They fought hard and did well to survive. Rob was exceptional in surviving so long especially while impaired. Ramona showed that women are definitely equal to men on the battle ground. The end came when Ramona spotted Rob wandering in the jungle. She crept up behind him wielding her poisoned blade. As she lunged Rob's instinct kicked in. He moved out the way and grab held to her arm. The blade fell to the ground and Rob grabbed hold of Ramona's head. Within a mere seconds he had his arms around her choking her and not letting her out of his grip. In one fell swoop he changed gears grabbed her neck and twisted as hard as he could. Ramona's head did a complete 180 as her head was turned toward her back. Blood streamed from her mouth as the crackle was heard. Her body lay limp in Rob's hand as he yelled out.
After this moment the lights came on and it was over. Rob had stood tall and emerged victor. The spotlights pierced through a once beautiful island now filled with blood and carnage. Ted and Ghandia quickly ran and to greet Rob. He flinched quick but they announced who they were. They advised him he was the winner. The millions of viewers watched on as the RACE WARS were finally over after a few grueling days.
Ted interviewed Rob and he was ecstatic about the ten million and happy to survive. He said he did it for all the people out there who think things cant be done. It was a warm heart felt message.
After the interview was over Ted instructed the cameras to turn off and that was it show was over. Ted walked behind Rob and explained how the payments would be made. After a little while it was quite. Ghandia began to laugh then it was silent. There was click.
All Rob could do was say "FUCK" as two bullets pierced the back of his skull leaving fragments all over the place. He fell to the floor as Ted put one more shot in his back. Ghandia stood over with her menacing laugh. Ted looked over her with his evil smile.
"At the end he too was a hamster, a puppet, a rat in our maze."
He instructed his crew Frosti, Natalie and Ace to dispose of the body and spread word Rob was going away to some undisclosed island. The movie ends as Ted and Ghandia laugh at the dispense of the souls and the lives lost over the last few days. The movie ends with Ted saying these last few words.
"Can't wait till next year."
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