Mighty HDC Battle Royale II

[ChronoGrl]

Originally Posted by _____V_____

Okay, you are getting a little TOO grown-up, my dear English twerp.

Looks like our FC needs to get laid, and soon!

Is he even LEGAL yet? :eek: :p

[_____V_____]

Well, his hormones are certainly raging. I bet by the time he's legal he turns into a British version of a mini-Hulk. With hair.

[ferretchucker]

Originally Posted by ChronoGrl

Is he even LEGAL yet? :eek: :p

In seven months, my friend. ;)

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RESULTS OF THE HUNTING SEASON OUTING #12


The Gates to the Zone are thrown open to let the contestants back in. The winners come running in first with big smiles and loud, excited chatter between them...some of them even high-fiving each other. Then trod in the casualties slowly - three of them patched from head to toe, one still bleeding severely.

A quick head count reveals that ONE warrior hasnt made it back!!

The medics team go running into the Zone...and we tune into the BR II spycams to see what happened earlier...

[Papillon Noir]

Hooray! Early results. :)

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WHAT EXACTLY HAPPENED INSIDE THE ZONE


"Thanks for the backups, my friend. I have a funny feeling I wont be returning back this time," DESPARE said, staring into space.

"Dont say such things, Des. Who knows? You might pull through again like Fortunato did, even when I cant gift any HPs to you anymore," PAUL THE MONK looked worried.

"Well, no use contemplating anymore. We better hide," Despare replied grimly.

Paul nodded and both of them shook hands, before turning in opposite directions and disappearing into the forest.


SECTOR A:

SCOUSE MAC looked around, his machete ready. He knew he had heard footfalls on the dry leaves near him, but could see nobody. Just then, several twigs snapped behind him, followed by loud rustling. Scouse whirled and spotted Despare running away from him. Scouse stood tall and grinned wickedly. Scouse was a really fast runner, and as soon as he started running with big strides, Despare was in real trouble. In less than a minute, Scouse had almost reached Despare. The machete came down heavily.

THWACKKK!

The machete ripped through Despare's back and left a large, angry line across it, slashing the huge plate of flesh into two, bloody-red parts. Despare cried out and went down, as huge globs of blood started appearing all across the line of the wound. Scouse stopped and took a long breath. Despare was moaning as he reached for his HPs. Scouse looked down at Despare, his jaws set hard. He lifted the Machete again, and swung savagely.

THWACKKK!

This time, Despare's right arm was nearly hacked off from the rest of his body. Half of it dangled loosely from his shoulder joint, and Despare howled in severe pain. The blade of the machete trembled and split into two from the hilt, and Scouse dropped it, looking with smug satisfaction at Despare. Despare shivered and bleeded immensely, as his left hand reached feebly for his HPs.


CHRONOGRL heard the distant running and a loud cry break out to her right. She started to walk towards the source of the noises when a familiar blue streak ran across her vision to the left. She blinked and looked again to see Paul running, stealing glances back at her. Chrono smirked and lifted her machete, before running after Paul. Soon, she was near him when Paul tripped. "Ooooooooofff!" Paul went down with a loud exclamation. Chrono stopped and looked at him, smiling.

"Its just not your day," Chrono remarked, and brought her machete down with full force.

THWACKKK!

The machete tore Paul's body across his chest and abdomen. A long, crossed streak lay on it which quickly swelled and started to gush blood in big torrents. Paul yelled in pain loudly, before doubling over and rolling around. Chrono's blood-thirst wasnt satisfied. She lifted her hand again, and brought the machete down with a huge grunt.

THWACKKK!

Paul's waist was nearly cut into two halves. The long streak of bloody flesh oozed blood and Paul cried out loudly again, his back arched. Chrono dropped her machete and wiped her lips, letting out a loud smack of satisfaction. Paul's hand reached for his HPs, as Chrono walked away.

Paul was moaning in-between short, painful breaths when he heard a rustling noise. Despare came through the bushes, severely injured himself, and dragged himself close to Paul.

"We will...be safer...with the river helping...uss," Despare almost spat out the words inbetween huge spasms of pain.

Paul nodded, not able to speak. Both of them were biting off the pain as they dragged themselves down the slope towards the river. Despare tried to lift himself as he reached it, but fell back. Paul rolled into the river slowly, followed by Despare. The river pulled their bodies forward in a furious frenzy.


(To Be Continued...)

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(Continued...)


Sector C:

Despare and Paul came down through the river, totally drenched and their HPs soaked. Paul was the first to hit the shore, and he pulled Despare back with him. Both of them fell on the sandy banks and took deep breaths, fighting back the burning pain on their bodies. Just then, they heard a loud war cry in the distance. Despare was too tired to look. Paul lifted his head.

PAPILLON NOIR was racing in their direction, machete lifted high above her head!!

Paul was extremely alarmed. He tried to get up but slid on the wet sands and fell back. Despare tried to grab him but slipped himself, just as Noir closed in on them. Despare tried to lunge back into the river, but Noir was already onto him.

THWACKKK!

A huge red belt of angry, crimson blood swelled across Despare's back and he groaned as he fell face-first into the water. Paul lunged at Noir and pulled her legs towards him, and Noir fell down. Enraged, she turned around in blind fury and swung her machete in a quick gleam of bright steel.

THWACKKK!

Paul fell back with a loud cry, a large cut vomiting blood across his chest. Noir dropped her machete and kicked Paul hard once, sending Paul flying off-balance back into the river. Paul let his body go limp as he felt weakly for his HPs, the waters slowly pulling him towards Despare's body floating in the distance towards destination unknown.



SECTOR B:

MILKTOASTE looked on with a savage gleam of murderous malice in his eyes. Despare's limp body had slowly drifted in and hit some rocks near the bank, and Despare groaned. He had 1 HP left somewhere in his pockets, and was in trouble. Paul was floating towards him in the distance, himself bleeding. Milktoaste didnt notice Paul in the beginning - it was Despare he wanted.

Milktoaste stood up, and walked towards the sandy bank with large strides. Soon, his shadow fell across Despare.

Despare opened one painful eye and squinted at Milktoaste. Milktoaste grinned back at him, eyes enlarged and full of bitter hate. He then surveyed Despare's body, full of cuts, bruises, older wounds healed up, bullet injuries. Despare looked like an old mattress, drilled with holes and cuts everywhere.

"Frankenstein never won any contests, dude," Milktoaste said, slowly and smugly."He only had scars to show for his efforts in the end. Like you!"

Paul had spotted Milktoaste in the distance, towering over Despare. He yelled with a hand extended forward in futility.

Milktoaste had lifted his machete high, and it came hurtling down in a mighty blow.

THRACKKK!!!

The machete ripped through Despare's already opened-up chest, ripping the flesh and cutting through the ribs, possibly puncturing at least one or possibly both of Despare's lungs (and maybe his heart). Despare coughed out blood once, and his head fell back, hands reaching towards his chest. Milktoaste stood back and let Paul drift towards him, and Paul quickly pulled Despare's final HP out to patch him. But it was too late. Despare's eyes were closed, as his body hit a series of death throes.

"Nooooooooooo!" Paul's eyes welled up, as Despare's head and whole body went limp.


DESPARE IS DEAD!!!!!


Paul let out a loud yell and turned towards Milktoaste in fury, forgetting his own pain. "If there is justice in this world, you will get whats coming to you too!" Paul roared. Milktoaste merely smiled, and lifted his machete again.

THWACKKK!

The blow stunned Paul more than he felt the injury. The blade cut deep across his belly and almost opened his guts out, sending him doubled over. He moaned loudly as he reached for his HPs. Milktoaste dropped his machete with a grin on his face, but Paul's spoken words apparently had an immediate effect.

For a trio of red dots had zoomed in on Milktoaste from behind.

THRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!

The plasma beam came hurtling down from the trees, and hit Milktoaste squarely on his left thigh, as he had taken a step forward just then. He was spinned around and went down to the ground, letting out a huge cry. The Predator's eyes glowed once, then disappeared. It swung across the trees and moved out of sight, as Paul snuck a glance at Milktoaste reaching for something.

Fighting back the severe jolts of spasms racking his body, Paul smiled widely, then his smile froze on his face.

Milktoaste got up, and rubbed his leg once. Paul's mouth opened, and stayed agape. Milktoaste looked at Paul's expression and grinned with a wink. Then he slowly put the shining, titanium-covered PREDATOR SHIELD down, and stashed it behind his back again.


(To Be Continued...)

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(Continued...)


DUDE GUADALUPE looked angrily at POSHER. Posher was humming a tune as he cracked a bunch of twigs nonchalantly in his hands.

"Will you be quiet?!" Dude hissed. "You are making enough noise to scare even the elephants away!"

"Oh I am?" Posher stopped midway through breaking another twig, tune-humming stopped.

"Yeah you are! We will be lucky if we got anyone to hack after your continuous ruckus," Dude was annoyed.

"Cheer up already!" Posher retorted. "We will get someone, old man!"

Dude glared at Posher, and Posher swallowed hard once.

"Umm...I guess someone is coming our way," Posher looked away from Dude's angry eyes at the distance.

"Good. I am glad someone did!" Dude whispered back angrily. "Let me handle this."

Dude moved forward slowly behind the bushes, machete ready to swing. Before Posher could say anything, Dude had disappeared.

NIGHTMARE OF DEATH came trotting forward from the left, looking around her. She looked away for a moment, and Dude jumped out of the bushes in front of her, swinging his machete in the same action.

THWACKKK!!

The machete ripped across Nightmare's belly and she yelped loudly, falling backwards. She dragged her body forward, groaning, as Dude towered over her, stalking her in his slow strides. Nightmare stopped, and started sobbing without looking behind her. Dude raised his machete one more time, and brought it down hard and mercilessly.

THWACKKK!!

Nightmare's back swelled out in a long, thin red line which started throwing out thick, viscous blood all over the forest floor. Dude dropped his machete and took a few steps back, surveying the damage he had done. Nightmare reached feebly for her HPs, in-between loud bouts of crying and pain spasms.

SHRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!

A sudden, almost-invisible and silhouetted claw ripped through the air and slashed across Dude's chest and belly. Dude howled out loudly once and fell back, reaching for his HPs and clutching at his stomach's flesh. He could almost see his guts falling out of them, and looked up. The Predator's luminiscent green eyes glared back at him once, before disappearing. Dude went down heavily.


Posher looked everywhere, but couldnt spot Dude anywhere. He began to wonder where Dude and his mysterious prey had gone, when he spotted someone away on his right. With a big and evil grin, Posher moved towards the person. The smile faded from Posher's face and it was replaced by a grim line, eyes filled with burning hate. Ducking behind bushes to avoid being seen, Posher reached this person quickly and threw the machete hard at his chest.

THWACKKK!!

FREAK let out a huge yelp of pain, as his hands reached for his chest instinctively, the machete embedded in it. He looked up in alarm, and came face to face with Posher grinning back at him, half-mad in extreme hate. Freak fell down. Posher walked forward towards him, and looked at him. Freak's eyes were filled with a sudden dread. Posher reached down and pulled the machete out in a swift move. Freak yelled loudly.

"I didn't need a whole team to do THAT now, did I?" Posher said with a big, toothy grin at Freak.

Freak's eyes were filled with bewilderment for a moment, before they filled up with fear again. Because Posher's hand was coming down hard again with the machete.

THWACKKK!!

Freak doubled up and rolled over once, letting out a series of groans. Posher dropped the now-useless machete and looked back at Freak with a huge smile of satisfaction. Just then, Posher heard some steps away to his left and looked up. Dude stood in the distance, propped on a tree. Posher smiled and waved with a loud, whooping warcry. Dude started to motion something, and froze midway through it.

Posher noticed that, and looked at him with a puzzled half-grin.

SHRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!

A large, almost invisible silhouette of a claw fell down across Posher's back from behind. The brutal swipe of the Predator left a big chunk of flesh hanging on Posher's back as he howled out loudly before falling down and reaching for his HPs, turning around in the process and sudden fear in his eyes. The Predator looked back at him, and jumped up the nearest tree. Dude's hand went down slowly as he shook his head slowly once.

"I told you to cut down on the noise," Dude whispered to nobody in particular.



The bravest and most competitive warrior of Battle Royale II has finally bit the dust. Battle Royale II will take an extended break to mourn the mighty one's death.

R.I.P. Despare.

[Posher778]

Old man? He's 5 years older than me. D'oh.

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STATUS REPORT AFTER BATTLE ROYALE II - HUNTING SEASON #12


ChronoGrl - Came out of the Zone without a scratch. FIT with 18 HPs.
Stamina - 05.

Despare - Hit FOUR times by the Winners' Machetes. Had 16 HPs of self.
DEAD, and moved to the Morgue.

Dude Guadalupe - Hit by a Predator beam. FIT with 36 HPs.
Stamina - 04.

Fortunato - Came out of the Zone without a scratch. FIT with 4 HPs.
Stamina - 10.

Freak - Hit TWO times by the Winners' Machetes. FIT with 21 HPs.
Stamina - 08.

Milktoaste - Hit by a Predator beam. Protected by the Predator Shield. FIT with 33 HPs.
Stamina - 08.

Nightmare of Death - Hit TWO times by the Winners' Machetes. FIT with 7 HPs.
Stamina - 09.

Papillon Noir - Came out of the Zone without a scratch. FIT with 12 HPs.
Stamina - 05.

Paul the Monk - Hit FOUR times by the Winners' Machetes. Had 18 HPs. Wounded.
Stamina - 09.

Posher778 - Hit by a Predator swipe. FIT with 19 HPs.
Stamina - 03.

Scouse Mac - Came out of the Zone without a scratch. FIT with 15 HPs.
Stamina - 08.