The Game (Survival Game Show Death Match)

[Stubborn Belle]

xREAPERxxxxxxLvl.1xxxxxLives: 5xxxxxKills: 2
Status: None

Gethin had never felt true relief until he heard that sweet, sweet announcement. He was just about to jump for joy when he was quickly pulled back into his body. His opened to a view of his ceiling. He was lying on his back in the middle of the foyer to his front door. The same place he was in when he was pulled into the game. The lights were off except for the kitchen light that his mother usually left on before going to bed. He lifted his head and looked around. The house was quiet and no one was around. Slowly he got to his feet and dusted himself off. It was only then that he realized how cold he was and with that realization came another. No one had even bothered to move his body. For hours he had been left to lay on the cold floor. He knew his mother had to have come back during his time in the Game as well as his older brother. As he was taking a head count he began to panic. What happened to is little sister? She must have been surprised by his sudden unconsciousness. Gethin quickly made his way to her room, and upon quietly opening her door he found her sound asleep. He breathed a small sigh of relief and shut her door. He would have to figure out what happened tomorrow, everyone else seemed to already be in bed.

Gethin decided to return to his room. No sense waking everyone up, right? But as he sat on his bed he was overwhelmed with the urge to scream. It was so quiet, so peaceful and it was driving him crazy. He bit his lip and held his head in his hands. He wasn’t tired, he was wide awake and wanted to run, to yell, to have some kind of confirmation he was alive. He just survived the most traumatic experience of his life! And what was he doing? Confining himself to his room, making his lip bleed as he held in every emotion that wanted so desperately to escape. He hadn’t even realized he was crying until he tasted the salt. He stopped biting his lip immediately and sat up straight. He stared at the wall for about thirty seconds before rubbing the tears and sweat off his face. He stood up, took his clothes off and changed into his sleep wear. Then, he laid on his bed and stared at his ceiling. If sleep ever came, he wouldn’t remember it.


Power: NonexxxxxArmor: NonexxxxxWeapon: Brute Saber
Pet: NonexxxxxMount: NonexxxxxMisc: None




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poppy-flowerxxxxxLvl.1xxxxxLives: 4xxxxxKills: 0
Status: None

Lucia’s eyes shot open, her legs and arms flailing wildly. The last thing she remembered was the horrible man holding onto her. In the last moments of the Game she tried to pry herself loose which resulted in her spastic movement upon waking. For a few seconds she didn’t know where she was and began to panic. Then she noticed the familiar setting and felt relief well up inside her. She was in her room, tucked into bed. The reason for her confusion was due in part to the fact that she was not in her room when she fell into the Game. Quickly, she sat up and slid down her bed. She exited her room and ran into the living room where she saw her father sitting on the couch. The TV was on but the rest of the lights were off. He sat with a hand under his chin, a position Lucia had come to recognize as some form of contemplation. She stopped by the edge of the arm chair and watched him. He hadn’t noticed her yet. “Daddy?” She called to him.

Her father turned to her immediately. He did not seem surprised but she did catch what she assumed to be relief flash across his face. “Lucia,” he breathed, standing up and moving towards her. “Are you alright?” He asked, kneeling down in front of her and gently placing his hands on her shoulders. It was comforting but also unsettling. Her father, while he loved her very much, was not one to show such concern. The fact that he was being so tender with her only served to solidify the danger she was in and would continue to be in. Before she would ever allow herself to cry, she pushed herself between his arms and hugged him tightly. “I’m fine, daddy. I’m tough,” she reminded him. Her trembling didn’t help to assure her statement but she just pretended it was from happiness and not from fear. He held her back and for a few moments she was reminded of the time after she died. She wanted to stay like that for hours but her father had other plans. He pushed her away slowly and looked into her eyes, a very solemn expression on his face. “There’s something you need to know, it can help you survive this.”


Power: NonexxxxxArmor: NonexxxxxWeapon: None
Pet: NonexxxxxMount: NonexxxxxMisc: None



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Queen_BeastyxxxxxLvl.60xxxxxLives: 6036xxxxxKills: 8940
Status: Speed Hunter (Spd. Up / Dex. Up)

Before her eyes even opened, her body reacted. She flung her arm over to the side of her bed and reached for the knife she had hidden there. In the blink of an eye she swung it over and stabbed it into the area next to her. She was hoping to hear the sweet cries of agony and pain but instead felt the soft material of her bed. “DAMNIT!” She yelled. Sitting up and glaring at the naked ******** in front of her. The ******** lag got her again! Why did he always wake up before she did!? His smart a** smile only served to further enrage her. “I’m going to cut it off Mal!” She screamed. Grabbing the knife and lunging towards his nether regions.


Power: Faux CoatxxxxxArmor: Cheetah PeltxxxxxWeapon: Garuda's Whip
Pet: Tigress SistersxxxxxMount: Armored ChimeraxxxxxMisc: Owl Eye



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SHOTGUNxxxxxLvl.???xxxxxLives: ???xxxxxKills: ???
Status: ???




Power: Turtle MangoesxxxxxArmor: NonexxxxxWeapon: None
Pet: NonexxxxxMount: NonexxxxxMisc: Camera

[ChainsawCutie]

The_ButcherxxxxxLvl.63xxxxxLives: 6009xxxxxKills: 9,776
Status: Speed UP, Strength UP

He knew she would be raging when she woke up, but he didnt expect the b***h to come for his d**k. "Come on baby! Why's it gotta be like that!?" Frantically waving his arms around. "Please! I need this! NOT THE d**k! NOT AGAIN! IT'S DIFFERENT IN REAL LIFE!" Mal yelled as she came at him. Jumping around the room naked left him feeling defenseless and sad. "Come on Miranda! YOU NEED THIS AS MUCH AS I DO!" he yelled motioning to his privates.


Power: Trembling FearxxxxxArmor: ExoSkeltxxxxxWeapon: Machete
Pet: NonexxxxxMount: NonexxxxxMisc: Obedience Chain




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[Eretico]

SocioPathxxxxxLvl.50xxxxxLives: 6419xxxxxKills:6200
Status: Int. UP

The second he returned to the real world, Robert's eyes snapped open and he jumped out of the seat which his body had been reclining on. He grabbed his dark jacket off of the back of the chair, swung it over his disheveled white dress shirt and hastily buttoned it, then quickly tied his dark blue scarf around his neck before swinging open the door and exiting his flat. Soon, he was striding across the sidewalk with his hands in his jacket pockets, his eyes pointed directly ahead as he processed his thoughts. He aimed to track down the woman who had attacked him, but he didn't have much to go on aside from how she looked, and even that was only a mental image of her appearance rather than a picture or a digital image, either of which he could have searched for through the network. As it was, however, there was precious little to base his search on. It seemed like he would have to resort to more drastic methods in order to identify her.

After forming a very rough and broad estimation in his mind of the area where she would be located in by analyzing her appearance, demeanor, behavior, and personality and matching them to different lifestyles and locations within the city, Robert whipped out his customized cell phone and selected the Text Message function, calibrating the program to send its messages into the area he had pinpointed. His number would show up as "BLOCKED" on the recipients' phones, and one of them would be the woman he was looking for. He quickly typed out a message, his fingers flying across the phone's keyboard:

"Did you enjoy my bullet, Queen Beasty? I have another one for your other lung whenever and wherever you want it, you slattern."

The message was deliberately arrogant and mocking in tone; Robert knew that her fiery pride would stir her into anger and action when she read the message and she would certainly respond with one of her own afterwards, allowing him to pinpoint her cellphone's location. The rest of the people who received the message would simply ignore or delete it, finding no meaning in it. It wasn't certain that her cell phone would directly lead to her, but it was very likely, and in any case it would be a very helpful lead. Robert looked over the message once to make sure it was satisfactory, then hit the Send button, transporting the text to all the cell phones in the area.

Power: OverclockedxxxxxArmor: Stealth Camo xxxxxWeapon: Pocket pistol
Pet: NonexxxxxMount: NonexxxxxMisc: Magnifying lens
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[Stubborn Belle]

xREAPERxxxxxxLvl.1xxxxxLives: 5xxxxxKills: 2
Status: None




Power: NonexxxxxArmor: NonexxxxxWeapon: Brute Saber
Pet: NonexxxxxMount: NonexxxxxMisc: None




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poppy-flowerxxxxxLvl.1xxxxxLives: 4xxxxxKills: 0
Status: None




Power: NonexxxxxArmor: NonexxxxxWeapon: None
Pet: NonexxxxxMount: NonexxxxxMisc: None



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Queen_BeastyxxxxxLvl.60xxxxxLives: 6036xxxxxKills: 8940
Status: Speed Hunter (Spd. Up / Dex. Up)

"I'LL REATTACH IT LATER!!!" She roared, throwing the knife right at his face. There was little he could reason when she was this enraged. She just wanted to shred something to pieces, bust in a wall, break a window, throw some pottery- actually... Without a moment of hesitation she went for a door on the wall and swung it open. He knew exactly what was in there and he was just defenseless enough to make this extremely satisfying for her. "I'M SO ******** SICK OF YOU!!!" She cried as she threw a vase the size of a desk printer at his general direction. It didn't matter if she missed, he's still have to deal with the shrapnel. She took up pottery as a way to relieve stress but it served to diffuse her tension in a much more unorthodox way. It was also very helpful in the way that it kept her from breaking anything of use during her fits of rage. She just stored her little creations in every nook and cranny of the house, because inevitably she would need something to throw across the room and shatter into a million pieces. Mal being in the general vicinity was just a bonus. "EVERY ******** TIME MAL! EVERY GODDAMN TIME!!" It wasn't just Mal she was upset about, being killed by him was something to be expected though still not tolerable. Her mind was on someone else, someone that made her want to throw vases at an a*****e even more than the a*****e made her want to throw vases at him. If she could just get her claws in him, and oh, she would... "JUST GET THE ******** OUT!" She screamed, hurling another vase at Mal. Her rage was now turning into a slow burning sensation in her chest which meant she was done breaking things and just wanted to be alone to stew in her own anger. She had this little fantasy that it made her stronger...


Power: Faux CoatxxxxxArmor: Cheetah PeltxxxxxWeapon: Garuda's Whip
Pet: Tigress SistersxxxxxMount: Armored ChimeraxxxxxMisc: Owl Eye



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SHOTGUNxxxxxLvl.???xxxxxLives: ???xxxxxKills: ???
Status: ???




Power: Turtle MangoesxxxxxArmor: NonexxxxxWeapon: None
Pet: NonexxxxxMount: NonexxxxxMisc: Camera

[WishTheWitch]

sluttmuffin69xxxxxLvl.1xxxxxLives: 5xxxxxKills: 0
Status: none




Power: NonexxxxxArmor: NonexxxxxWeapon: None
Pet: NonexxxxxMount: NonexxxxxMisc: None




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misery's_messengerxxxxxLvl.30xxxxxLives: 2321xxxxxKills: 2320
Status: Working

Kat stood quietly at work, completely annoyed and tired. She had spent a good deal of time tidying the display of cute women's thongs, and a few customers had just completely messed it up by picking up a good deal of the underwear, looking at them, and then setting them down. Nothing was more annoying than people who seemed to exist only to ******** up the neatness of Kat's work. They couldn't even put them down nicely. No, they had to just throw them down in a heap, which made Kat's inner OCD twitch.

It was the one thing that Kat was particular about: displays. She planned on owning her own store one day, so of course she wanted it to look nice on the inside. Although she enjoyed customers looking at the merchandise, she did NOT enjoy the mess they often left behind. The woman behind the counter grit her teeth as they moved on to yet another display that she had tidied up... Good, they didn't touch it. Instead, they moved on to the hanging clothes, which she was fine with. It was pretty hard to ******** those up.

Moving from behind the counter, Kat quickly rearranged her nice display, making sure that she wasn't quite as meticulous about it. After all, people were going to mess it up. What was the point of making it look perfect when the customers more than likely wouldn't look twice at it. Just as she was straightening the last couple of thongs, she felt a buzz at her hip. Frowning, she tugged her phone off and glanced at it, only to find in all caps: "Did you enjoy my bullet, Queen Beasty? I have another one for your other lung whenever and wherever you want it, you slattern."

For a full minute all Kat could do was stare at the message. Queen Beasty? She could only guess that he meant a game username... and if that were the case, then he could only mean one person... Was this person utterly insane?! Was he seriously going to take the game to the real world? If he did, he'd find out pretty quickly that she wasn't to be messed with outside of the game either because she was just as insane outside as she was in. And, based on the fact that she had just gotten this message, that probably meant that he'd sent it to a variety of numbers in hopes that he'd get the right one... That was risky as hell. If he got caught doing this, there would be major consequences. Murder outside of the game was a big no-no.

Kat tried her best to remain calm as she put her cell back on her hip and continued straightening the display, though with a much more careless attitude than before. She was thinking. Once done, she returned to the counter to ring up the two girls who had been wandering the store aimlessly for a bit.


Power: Aiming for youxxxxxArmor: Blood's WarriorxxxxxWeapon: Sword
Pet: HylexxxxxMount: HylexxxxxMisc: None

[IAreTehSpeechTeen]

Name: Joshua Stroum
Gamertag: Silent_Ghost
Power: Vapor Clone
Rank: Vet



Name: Kyle Stroum
Gamertag: Jeweled_Crown
Power: None
Rank: Newbie

[IAreTehSpeechTeen]

Silent_GhostxxxxxLvl.55xxxxxLives: 7,982xxxxxKills: 7,970
Status: None

Joshua strolled into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water while turning on the t.v. It was a feature showing the highlights of the most recent game. "Why do i feel as if i'm going to be going in soon...." he took a swig and just began to stare at the television monitor.


Power: Vapor ClonexxxxxArmor: StealthSuitxxxxxWeapon: Pulse Lazer Sniper Rifle
Pet: Gas HawkxxxxxMount: NonexxxxxMisc: Beartrap




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Jeweled_CrownxxxxxLvl.1xxxxxLives: 5xxxxxKills: 0
Status: None

Kyle's alarm rang off as he lazily rolled out of bed, the young man shuffled into the kitchen to see his older brother watching the games. "Did you go in?" "Not this time." He replied with another swig of his water. "What is your crazy get rich quick scam today?" Joshua kept his eyes on the t.v.
Kyle yawn as he grabbed a beer from the fridge and popped the cap off. "I'm telling you, i will strike gold and get us out of here." he then took a sip of his alcholic beverage. Joshua chuckled as he finished his water and got up."Oh yeah? Well until then i guess i will have to be the working one to provide for us." He then grabbed a backpack and headed out the door. As the door was slamming shut Kyle yelled "You're the best!" he then sat down and was watching the games, one of the highlights was fan favorite The_Butcher cutting up a group of newbies, then him again gutting what looked like a little girl. "[******** brutal..." Was all he said leaning back.


Power: NonexxxxxArmor: NonexxxxxWeapon: None
Pet: NonexxxxxMount: NonexxxxxMisc: None




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[ChainsawCutie]

The_ButcherxxxxxLvl.63xxxxxLives: 6009xxxxxKills: 9,776
Status: Speed UP, Strength UP

The stupid b***h just HAD to pull out the vases...Really?....Again?.... Maldon hated when she did this, cause he knew that HE was the one who was going to have to clean up all of the mess. Dodging them, he tried to make a go for his clothes. Which didn't work out. "Stupid b***h..." he grumbled. After hearing her scream at him to get out, he made one last go for the clothes. "But my pants are in here!!!!" He yelled. Knowing it wouldn't make a difference to her, he just shuffled out and slammed the door.

"Does she always have to go there? Seriously..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "You think she'd run out of pottery eventually..." He scoffed. He shuffled down the hall and stairs, grabbed his cell phone from the floor.... where he had tossed it earlier during their romantic scuffle... and dialed a number. "YO! J-Swizzle!!!!" He laughed as the receiver picked up. Loudly through the phone, his conservationist answered "I'M YOUR DRUG DEALER, NOT YOUR BOYFRIEND!" At this, Mal pulled the phone from his ear, still able to hear, and headed outside. "Yeah, Well she kicked me out again dude. I'm gonna come run by and pick up my s**t." He continued, nonchalantly as he pulled a pair of camo shorts from the bushes. Resting the phone on his shoulder between his face and it, he pulled the shorts on as he talked. "Yeah, I''ma run by now." He held the phone again. "Yeah dude, she's ********' raging again!" He started to walk. "I mean... yeah...I might've bashed her skull in...but c'mon!" He continued down the road.




Power: Trembling FearxxxxxArmor: ExoSkeltxxxxxWeapon: Machete
Pet: NonexxxxxMount: NonexxxxxMisc: Obedience Chain




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[Stubborn Belle]

xREAPERxxxxxxLvl.1xxxxxLives: 5xxxxxKills: 2
Status: None




Power: NonexxxxxArmor: NonexxxxxWeapon: Brute Saber
Pet: NonexxxxxMount: NonexxxxxMisc: None




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poppy-flowerxxxxxLvl.1xxxxxLives: 4xxxxxKills: 0
Status: None




Power: NonexxxxxArmor: NonexxxxxWeapon: None
Pet: NonexxxxxMount: NonexxxxxMisc: None



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Queen_BeastyxxxxxLvl.60xxxxxLives: 6036xxxxxKills: 8940
Status: Speed Hunter (Spd. Up / Dex. Up)

After Mal left the room, Miranda took a few seconds to calm herself. She broke a few more vases just for good measure then made her way to her bed side table. It was time to check how much was in her bank account. She wasn't able to get the gold marker like she intended, but she was able to reap a decent amount of markers from her loyal followers before the round ended. Thanks to that she was looking forward to another huge shopping spree this weekend. Though not as huge as the one she would have had if she had been able to kill that ********- Before she would even finish the thought she saw the message.

Rage once again bubbled up inside her. How dare that ******** little weasel challenge her! Her! The anger continued to build until she could no longer contain it. "POMPOUS ********]" She screamed, hurling her phone out the nearest window. Glass shattered and the phone sailed out into the front yard. Miranda's anger was still not yet sated so she grabbed the pillow off her bed and proceeded to rip it to shreds. Goose down spilled onto the floor and bed. She threw the half empty sack across the room and feathers exploded into the air. Still not enough. She grabbed the lap on her night stand and threw that too. Tossed the night stand unto its side. Noticed her knife from earlier lodged in the wall. Took it, and continuously stabbed and tore into her mattress until the king sized bed was nothing put a pile of smart foam chunks. Throughout her tirade she screamed every swear word she knew, every insult she could think of, ever grievous act she would ever wish upon another.

He was worm s**t and she was going to CRUSH him! Shatter every ******** bone in his body. Tear away his flesh piece by ******** piece. Cut his organs from his body. Bleed him dry. Burn everything he called his to ash. EVERYTHING! Miranda stood in the middle of her room, panting. She didn't bother to look around the room. It was trashed, she knew that. It didn't matter. She took a deep breath, then headed down stairs. She had some calls to make.


Power: Faux CoatxxxxxArmor: Cheetah PeltxxxxxWeapon: Garuda's Whip
Pet: Tigress SistersxxxxxMount: Armored ChimeraxxxxxMisc: Owl Eye



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SHOTGUNxxxxxLvl.???xxxxxLives: ???xxxxxKills: ???
Status: ???




Power: Turtle MangoesxxxxxArmor: NonexxxxxWeapon: None
Pet: NonexxxxxMount: NonexxxxxMisc: Camera

[ChainsawCutie]

The_ButcherxxxxxLvl.63xxxxxLives: 6009xxxxxKills: 9,776
Status: Speed UP, Strength UP

After grabbing his coke, talking to J-swizzle, and freaking out a few old ladies on the way (for he was only wearing shorts) Mal felt pretty damn good. He was hoping that Miranda had calmed her crazy a** down by now, but he wasn't really expecting it. Headed home, he packed the drugs into his pocket and said bye to his buddy.

When he made it back to the house, he noticed it was very quiet... Which he knew was bad. He was walking through the grass, when his foot connected with something hard and painful. "What the ********?" He looked down. "******** b***h....Again?" He picked up Miranda's phone and pulled out bits of glass from his foot. He looked up and saw the upstairs window shattered out. "God dammit! I leave for one ******** second and she ******** up my house!" He threw the phone at the concrete path to the door, furthering it's destruction. He reached for the doorknob, which was locked. "GOD DAMMIT!" Mal kicked open the door with all his strength, sending the wood flying. "Well now I guess I GOTTA FIX THAT TOO!!!" He screamed.

Mal headed up the stairs, furious. Seeing his door slightly agape, he ripped it open. "ARE YOU ******** SERIOUS!?!?!" he yelled from the top of his lungs, seeing her work. "ARGHHH!!!" He kicked some of the debris from his lover's outrage. Hurting his foot further, and getting blood all over the place, he pushed over the wardrobe in anger.


Power: Trembling FearxxxxxArmor: ExoSkeltxxxxxWeapon: Machete
Pet: NonexxxxxMount: NonexxxxxMisc: Obedience Chain




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[Stubborn Belle]

xREAPERxxxxxxLvl.1xxxxxLives: 5xxxxxKills: 2
Status: None




Power: NonexxxxxArmor: NonexxxxxWeapon: Brute Saber
Pet: NonexxxxxMount: NonexxxxxMisc: None




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poppy-flowerxxxxxLvl.1xxxxxLives: 4xxxxxKills: 0
Status: None




Power: NonexxxxxArmor: NonexxxxxWeapon: None
Pet: NonexxxxxMount: NonexxxxxMisc: None



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Queen_BeastyxxxxxLvl.60xxxxxLives: 6036xxxxxKills: 8940
Status: Speed Hunter (Spd. Up / Dex. Up)

"Yes, king-sized... Memory foam... I think they were goose down... It doesn't matter I'm not cleaning it up... I already told you it wasn't him this time. Well, not entirely... It's Mal, Judy, he always deserves it... Hmm, I think the lamp is done too. Ooh, do you still have that one with the obsidian base?" Miranda sat on top of her now destroyed bed, running her fingers through her long hair and twirling the ends around her fingers. She had calmed down considerably. "Oh, good. That'll look great on the new night stand. Should I put up wallpaper again?" She was tilting her head to the side as she observed the hole in the wall left by the knife she had thrown at Mal. The color was horrible, she couldn't even remember why she picked it. Did Mal talk her into it? "Oh, no, you're right. Bad idea. You know there's still spots where his hair hasn't grown back, he gets really sensitive about it," she chuckled, hearing a familiar voice out the broken window. Ugh. "s**t, he's back... Okay... Yeah if you could call the window company- Good... No, I'll take care of the phone myself, I've been meaning to change my plan," She went on, nonchalantly. "Oh, and I need a new door!" She quickly added, just as the loud crash of Mal's foot hitting the door sounded through the house. "No, I'm not particular... Okay... No promises... Yeah, I'll see you next week... Okay, okay. Bye." She finished just as Mal stormed into the room. Miranda paid little attention to Mal until he flipped over her wardrobe. "WHAT THE ********]" She shouted. She JUST finished ordering everything that needed to be replaced. "Why do you always have to ******** everything up?" She sneered, rolling her eyes and leaning back in the bed. Her earlier tantrum had zapped most of the fight out of her but she could still go a few rounds if she had to.


Power: Faux CoatxxxxxArmor: Cheetah PeltxxxxxWeapon: Garuda's Whip
Pet: Tigress SistersxxxxxMount: Armored ChimeraxxxxxMisc: Owl Eye



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SHOTGUNxxxxxLvl.???xxxxxLives: ???xxxxxKills: ???
Status: ???




Power: Turtle MangoesxxxxxArmor: NonexxxxxWeapon: None
Pet: NonexxxxxMount: NonexxxxxMisc: Camera

[Eretico]

SocioPathxxxxxLvl.50xxxxxLives: 6419xxxxxKills:6200
Status: Int. UP

On the digital map which took up the screen of Robert's phone, the red dot that represented the electric signal produced by one of the cell phones that he had contacted suddenly flickered before completely disappearing, as if it had been destroyed and its signal completely erased as a result. The signals belonging to all the other phones, meanwhile, remained strong and uninterrupted, their dots still glowing a solid red. That meant one thing, and it went along with Robert's predictions very well. Queen Beasty had apparently gone into a rage upon seeing the text message, and she had destroyed her phone amid her wrath. Little did she know how easy it had now made Robert's work. With any other person, it would have been a ploy that would likely not succeed, but this woman possessed a personality that guaranteed few other outcomes. She would likely have already been angry that Robert had gotten away with the gold marker, and the text would have been the spark that ignited the inferno.

On his phone, Robert placed a marker on the location where the red dot had disappeared, then looked up and strode towards the edge of the sidewalk to wave down a taxi that was driving by. As soon as the taxi stopped in front of him, Robert swung open the passenger seat door, slid into the seat, and quickly gave the driver the address of his destination. Soon, the taxi was speeding across the road while Robert sat quietly, ruminating about how to approach the woman once he met her. He also occasionally gave a thought as to why he was doing this- using extreme methods to hunt down a woman wasn't something he usually did, after all- but eventually, he figured out that he was doing it simply because he was bored. The markers he had collected had given him a considerable amount of money that would hold him for a long time, so finances were nothing to worry about, and any cases or mysteries currently available to the city's police force were dull and predictable in the extreme. So yes, he pursued Queen Beasty simply out of a desire to avoid the infernal plague of boredom.

Some time later, the taxi stopped at Robert's destination. He tossed the driver a few bills then got out of the taxi, looking around at the area as the vehicle sped away. Observing the house in front of him, Robert immediately knew that he was in the right place; the door of the house had been violently kicked in, and one of its windows hung shattered in its frame. Robert could also faintly hear angry voices coming from inside, one of which sounded very familiar. Robert placed his hands inside his jacket pockets once again, then set off at a steady pace towards the house, seeing no need to rush the encounter.

Power: OverclockedxxxxxArmor: Stealth Camo xxxxxWeapon: Pocket pistol
Pet: NonexxxxxMount: NonexxxxxMisc: Magnifying lens
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[ChainsawCutie]

The_ButcherxxxxxLvl.63xxxxxLives: 6009xxxxxKills: 9,776
Status: Speed UP, Strength UP

Maldon, laughing, approached Miranda. "You know, it's hilarious that you're angry...DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND ALL THE BULLSHIT I HAVE TO CLEAN UP NOW!?" He screamed, rushing up to her. Before she could make an attempt to move, he grabbed her by the throat. "LOOK WOMAN!" he snarled. "Gods you make me so ANGRY!....I leave for TWO ******** minutes and you trash the room!?" Tightening his grip on her throat, he leaned in and kissed her hard for a second.

He let go of her, pushing her down on the bed, and turned away. "Jesus.... I'm going to chill okay?!" He turned back. "I'm going to chill..I think that's the best ******** thing for us both." He sniffed, wiping his nose instinctively with his hand and pulling out the cocaine from his shorts. "And another thing!.." He turned back to her, finger pointed directly at her and drugs in the other hand.

Suddenly, everything got very very slow. A rush of tingles erupted from his body. Then his vision went black and he felt his body hit the floor. Upon feeling an intense force mentally shove him through space, he opened his eyes. He was standing in a field of lush green jungle. Eyes wide, he laughed. "Back in the game already!? Really?? That was quick...." He selected his signature weapon from his inventory and cracked his neck. "Dude really?" He sighed. "I didn't even get to my coke!" Rubbing his eyes, Mal turned his head to his right and noticed a familiarly adorable face.


Power: Trembling FearxxxxxArmor: ExoSkeltxxxxxWeapon: Machete
Pet: NonexxxxxMount: NonexxxxxMisc: Obedience Chain




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[Stubborn Belle]

xREAPERxxxxxxLvl.1xxxxxLives: 5xxxxxKills: 2
Status: Invul. 5min.

Gethin was still in void. He wasn't asleep but he wasn't entirely conscious either. He just laid in his bed, staring at his ceiling. No thoughts going through his head, no emotion causing his heart to race. He was just existing. Then, it came. The initial shock didn't phase him or shake him out of his bizarre trance. But once his feet were planted on the jungle floor, there was no escaping it. He stared at the new environment, still a little dazed. Then, he began to look around slowly. He knew he was back in the Game but he couldn't accept it. Instead, it was all just a dream to him. Yeah, he managed to fall asleep and it was all one big, ******** up dream. No, no it wasn't. He was back in the Game.


Power: NonexxxxxArmor: NonexxxxxWeapon: Brute Saber
Pet: NonexxxxxMount: NonexxxxxMisc: None




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poppy-flowerxxxxxLvl.1xxxxxLives: 4xxxxxKills: 0
Status: Invul. 5min.

Lucia sat in her room, tightly clutching her favorite stuffed animal. She was still reeling from what her father had told her. Part of her was still scared but another part of her was actually a little excited. The Game was now something slightly different to her. She had a reason to not fear it as much. If what her father had told her was true, then she might survive the Game. Or at the very least, get to have a little adventure of her own making along the way. She didn't want to go back but then part of her did. It was a little frustrating for her... Petting her stuffed animal she decided she would try to do something more productive. She didn't have to go to school so she didn't have any homework to do. Maybe she could make something? She liked glitter and glue a lot. She could draw something with the glue and then put the glitter on top. The kids in the year ahead of her were doing something like that at school the other day.

Lucia smiled to herself and hopped off her bed, leaving her stuffed animal on the bed. She didn't take more than a step when the sensation hit her. This was only the second time so she wasn't used to it. She couldn't understand what was happening until she was standing there, surrounded by a jungle. She blinked a few times as her mind processed everything. No. Why? It had only been an hour or two, it couldn't happen this fast, right? She began to panic as reality took hold of her. She was back in the Game. The horrible, horrible Game that she had JUST gotten out of. She knew she had been thinking about her next time here but she didn't want it to be this soon. Her stomach began to churn and she crouched down and held her arms close to her. She wanted to leave, she wanted to leave, she wanted-

She felt the person standing next to her before she could visibly see him. Her initial confrontation with him had left enough of an impression that she didn't even need to look up to know who it was. But still, some part of her said: Maybe you're wrong. Hesitantly, with eyes wide and lip quivering she looked up. Her worst fear soon consumed her. In a knee jerk reaction she tried to run away but only managed to trip and fall face first into the dirt. She didn't move after that, she knew it was pointless. It was him after all. She couldn't run from him. But why? Why? Why was it HIM standing next to her? Maybe... Was she just destined to die?


Power: NonexxxxxArmor: NonexxxxxWeapon: None
Pet: NonexxxxxMount: NonexxxxxMisc: None



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Queen_BeastyxxxxxLvl.60xxxxxLives: 6036xxxxxKills: 8940
Status: Jungle Beast (Stm. Up / Str. Up / Spd. Up) / Invul. 5min.

Miranda rolled her eyes as Mal began to yell. Some people just couldn't control themselves... Within seconds he had a tight, choking grip on her neck. She felt her entire body tense at his grip, ready to fight him. She grabbed his arm with both hands. In the Game, Miranda could be just as strong as he was but in reality he had the upper hand. She was strong willed but even she had come to the conclusion that Mal wasn't someone she could go toe to toe with on the outside. But she new him, new he'd never go at her with any serious intent and Miranda exploited that to her heart's content. She could make him as angry as she wanted, push his buttons until he snapped, and still come out with less bruises and cuts than he did.

He was violent, manic, but by nature he was not an angry man. Ruled by his emotions was more befitting. She did not fear him. His tightening grip, his intense gaze, and his crushing voice. They did not scare her, but they made her tremble. Tremble with rage, elation, passion. It was always a mix of emotions in the first few seconds. Her mind was still catching up with her body. What he did next always determined which emotion won out. This time it was passion, well, for a few seconds at least. She felt his lips press against hers and a shiver went up her spine. If it were not for his hand around her neck the interaction probably would have lasted longer. She resisted at the initial impact but gave in just as he pulled away. Then, rage.

He released her and she grabbed her neck with one hand and covered her mouth with the other. She glared at him from the bed but made no attempt to move. How dare he do that and then just walk away! Out of all the things Mal did to upset her, this was the one thing she despised the most. His mercurial behavior was the bane of her existence. He could never just stick to one thing. It drove her crazy. He couldn't just hate her, he couldn't just hurt her, he couldn't just care about her, he couldn't just lo-

Miranda was suddenly stricken by an all too familiar feeling. It broke her train of thought as it pulled her mind out of her body and to the other side. Her consciousness crashed into the Game. Back already? The sounds and sights of the environment flooded her senses. It was a jungle. Pushing aside her earlier emotions she prepared herself for the round. Already she was feeling much better. Mal wasn't anywhere near her and she needed that, though she was sure to see him later. For the first time in a while she was actually not looking forward to a confrontation with Mal. She had other plans that didn't involve him ******** up her day anymore than he already had. A smirk formed across her face as she pulled up her inventory. A jungle was the perfect place for someone with her power. She selected her equipment for the round.

"Tiger Pelt equipped. Jungle Beast status in effect. Stamina and strength elevated. Special attribute Environmental Factor active. Bonus status in effect. Speed elevated."


Power: Faux CoatxxxxxArmor: Tiger PeltxxxxxWeapon: Garuda's Whip
Pet: Tigress SistersxxxxxMount: Armored ChimeraxxxxxMisc: Owl Eye



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SHOTGUNxxxxxLvl.???xxxxxLives: ???xxxxxKills: ???
Status: ???




Power: Turtle MangoesxxxxxArmor: NonexxxxxWeapon: None
Pet: NonexxxxxMount: NonexxxxxMisc: Camera

[ChainsawCutie]

The_ButcherxxxxxLvl.63xxxxxLives: 6009xxxxxKills: 9,776
Status: 5 min invulnerability, Speed UP, Strength UP

"Welcome, new contestants and veteran players! The Game will commence in five minutes time, during which players may prepare for this session. The for round today will be a sort of search and destroy. Kill count is what really matters. Players will earn points for each person that is eliminated. Another important announcement: Teams are allowed for this round of the game. No more than five players are allowed on a team. After the allotted unknown time limit, players will be ejected from the game. Fight well and survive another day!"

Hearing the booming announcements made Mal smile his normal serial killer smile. And after seeing the kid, he was just bouncing with excitement. Five minutes and he could wreak havoc. He ran over and scooped the kid up out of the dirt.

"HEY!!!" He yelled out with excitement. "It's YOU!!!! Gah. Ya know, I don't think we've been properly introduced! My name is Mal!!!" He held her up and smiled.


Power: Trembling FearxxxxxArmor: ExoSkeltxxxxxWeapon: Machete
Pet: NonexxxxxMount: NonexxxxxMisc: Obedience Chain




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