Yes! Throw that slacker to the wolves!

LEADERBOARD UPDATE


13 entries in so far, and KILLER'S NIGHTMARES are leading the pack!!

It's all because Ferret is gone- he was the brains behind the Assassins.

yeah...we will!:mad:

When I laughed at this, I sounded JUST like this:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v6...ne/muttley.jpg


Had to be quiet because the baby is asleep, and this was how it came out :D

:eek: That's what you think!! We will see who laughs in the end!:D Come on Assassins!!:cool:

Team mates, when you eventually corner Neverending, don't be afraid to torture him a little. A bit of castration never hurt anybody (except the victim).

If you want a voice go find a medium, dead boy.

SHOCKING NEWS!!!


Battle Royale II Spycam #49 has revealed some very disturbing footage.


***(BATTLE ROYALE II - SPYCAM #49 FOOTAGE - 0021 HRS TO 0054 HRS)***

The compound of the Assassins. Everyone is enjoying a sound night's sleep after the events of Hunting Season Outing #4.

Zoom in on a particular bunker. An Assassin is tossing and turning in aching, painful and restless sleep. His whole body is covered in plenty of HP patches which are healing his still-bleeding wounds.

Zoom out. A dark, shadowy figure enters the compound from the right and stops. It takes a good look around and quietly lays down on the floor. Slithering across the floor like a snake in motion, it moves noiselessly forward.

When the shadow gets near the bunker shown earlier, it stops and stands up, careful about not making any noise. It looks at the owner of the bunker intently, its large eyes full of wicked malice.

It bends forward, grabs the half-asleep Assassin from behind, and clamps a hand around his mouth. The eyes of the Assassin snap open, and before he could raise his hands, a large, glittering knife slices a neat line across his throat, digging deep.

The Assassin's eyes bulge out in a frantic deaththrob. He shakes and goes through convulsive spasms, shaking the bunker. The shadow doesnt let go of its hand across his mouth. The Assassin kicks the foot of the bunker loudly, and 1-2 other Assassins moan and stir in their sleeps. The shadow looks around quickly with alarm, then leans back...releasing the Assassin.

The Assassin tries to yell out, but all he manages is a disarticulated croak. The shadow slides into the corner and melts out of the picture in a flash. The Assassin grabs his throat and falls over onto the floor, with a loud thump. His neighbor Assassin wakes up, and jumps at the sight.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" he yells at the top of his lungs.

MissMacabre wakes up in fright, looking around. She spots the Assassin on the floor, his blood spraying everywhere as his body is wracked in the last throes of desperate clutches at the life inside. He convulses some more, and then goes still.

MissMacabre watches all of this, shell-shocked.

Dude Guadalupe walks over to the dead Assassin. He takes one look at him and grinds his teeth in hate-filled fury.

'YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS WITH YOUR LIFE, YOU BASTARD!!" he shouts at nobody in particular.


In the control room, a screen monitoring the life-support of a particular Assassin stops bleeping. The technician looks at the name shown at the top, and picks up a phone nearby.

"Sir, #8 reporting one death."

"Who is it?"

"The RETURN!"


ASSASSIN THE_RETURN IS DEAD!!!!!

Sorry Assassins. You have lost another team member. My deepest condolences and sympathies are with you.

Sons of bitches...

Aww what the hell?

That sucks!

You do realise, of course, that I will still have my revenge.

"Death is but a door...time is but a window - I will be back"

Not if you get stuck in a painting. :p

Wait, so if somebody is killed during a challenge does that mean we're running the challenge short a person?

SHOCKING DEVELOPMENT!!!


***(BATTLE ROYALE II - SPYCAM #23 FOOTAGE - 0846 HRS TO 0927 HRS)***

Bright sunlight floods the Nightmares' compound. Most of them are lazing around, except for Milktoaste who is getting treated by Posher.

Inside, Disease and Bwind stand guard in front of Neverending's bunker. Neverending is seemingly asleep, either tired from the aches of his numerous wounds which are healing slowly, or tired from doing something else.

Zoom out. THREE figures draped in white enter the compound from the left. They stealthily creep past a yawning Posher and a half-dreamy Milktoaste inside. Almost immediately, they crouch down and peer forward at Disease and Bwind. They then look at each other.

The one in the middle nods to the other two, and they nod back. Both of them move quietly on left and right respectively, out of sight of Disease and Bwind. Disease suppresses a yawn and dozes off, while Bwind is reading a book. The figure on the left creeps forward and circles behind Disease, while the other figure on the right does the same and gets behind Bwind. They both nod at each other and strike almost instantly.

THWACK!!

THUMP!!

Both Disease and Bwind never had a chance to know what hit them. With a slow moan, both of them slide to the floor, unconscious.

The third figure hurries forward, making no sound. All three figures stand around Neverending's bunker, and one of them walks over to where his legs lay. The other stands near his face, ready to clamp his mouth shut. The third figure slowly takes out something shiny from inside the robes.

All three look at each other again, poised for action. They simultaneously nod, and then spring into action.

The one standing near NE's face grabs his head and clamps his mouth shut with one hand, while the one standing near NE's legs grabs them tight, not letting NE move an inch. NE wakes up instantly and tries to yell, but only a muffled moan escapes through the fingers of the first figure's hand, which is around his mouth. He tries to fight them off but being already weak, is soon pinned down.

The third figure looks grimly at the struggling NE, and lifts a hand high. Something wicked and shining is revealed in the hand, which comes down in a huge rush.

SCRUNCH!!!

The dull blade of the knife plunges deep into NE's chest, and he lets out a cough. Just then, Rayne and Austin enter from the right and suddenly stop, frozen for an instant. The three figures throw an alarming look at them and dash towards the doors. Before Rayne and Austin could recover, the figures are already out. Posher jerks himself up but one of the figures hits him hard across his face and he falls down. Milktoaste never gets the chance to do anything - the figures have jumped over the wall and have disappeared from sight.

NE groans in pain, SLIGHTLY WOUNDED. Rayne and Austin look at each other. Rayne nods quietly to Austin, and both of them walk forward towards NE.

Nope. ;)

So how are these people getting shanked during challenges? Is it from the secret weapons?

Not surprised at all...

:p


Next time Posh, PAY ATTENTION...And save the extracurricular activities for after the BR.

People sleeping with V get special privileges.

Sorry. Hopefully now all the people who were sent food by Rayne know why it's called White Chili.



Spicccccy.

Hahahaha... they had to send THREE after me.... all to give me a little scratch.

Does anyone have one of those teeny tiny little band-aids for this microscopic little scratch?

At this point, I don't think "shocking" is the word for that one.

Damnit, how am I supposed to keep up team morale if you keep killing my guys? :(

Seriously. It's getting really depressing at the Assassins Camp.

SHOCKING NEWS!!!


***(BATTLE ROYALE II SPYCAM #47 FOOTAGE - 1823 HRS TO 1907 HRS)***

The evening comes about as real gloomy in the Assassins' compound. Dude is consoling Paul, who cannot stop his tears. After all, he was the one who had pulled Return out of the jaws of certain death by his valiant act. MissMacabre sits in another corner, stunned. Fortunato is by her side.

Just then, the loud buzz signalling dinner resounds through the compound. Fortunato gets up and goes inside to call Despare and Roshiq, who are guarding Flayed.

"Uhh...dinner bell has rung."

"You know I cant move from here," Despare says. "Bring something back for me."

Roshiq looks at Flayed.

"Would you want something too?"

"No, thanks. I dont feel hungry," Flayed replies morosely with a deep sigh.

"Guys, I really dont think they would try this stunt again. I mean, they got Return. Thats their achievement for this Challenge," Fortunato surmises thoughtfully.

"We still cant take the risk," Despare replies."Take Roshiq with you. He hasnt eaten anything since yesterday."

"B...But Despare...?!" Roshiq starts to protest.

"Its ok," Despare replies. "I am pretty good at handling anything that moves. Flayed will be safe," he promises grimly, more to himself than to the other two.

Roshiq takes a good, long look at Despare, and turns to Flayed. Despite his body wracking in pain, Flayed manages a feeble grin and winks back.

"Don't worry, my Asian friend," he says in a low voice."Despare is damn good. Have your dinner, and hurry back."

Roshiq and Fortunato leave together. Flayed lifts a hand weakly towards Despare, who gently slaps his open palm with Flayed's. ^5s my friend, both of them think.

About 8 minutes pass.

Flayed has dozed off into another of those drug-induced slumbers. Despare is on the alert, looking around. Suddenly, something comes flying from the right and hits Despare squarely on the right side of his temple. Startled by the blow and the impact, Despare reels and turns around, feeling dizzy. Someone else creeps behind him as he is reeling, and whacks him from behind.

THWUMP!!

Despare crumbles to the floor, unconscious. All the shuffling of feet has woken up Flayed, who tries to get up but cant because of the severe pain which shoot through his body like lightning bolts. Two shadows, one from the left and one from behind Despare, move forward to Flayed's bunker. Flayed looks at both of them, terrified. One of them clamps a hand over his mouth, but Flayed wrestles free from the grip and spits.

"You call yourselves warriors, damn pussies?!" he roars, before the hand comes back to clamp his mouth shut.

The other shadow takes a knife out and plunges it deep into Flayed's chest, rotating it slowly and then stretching it across, piercing the heart and both lungs in one go. Blood rushes out in torrents, and Flayed hiccups once and coughs, clutching his chest desperately. Just then footfalls sound on the other side of the room, and both shadows make a hasty exit towards the right.

Another shadow enters from the left, holding a silenced pistol in one hand. Flayed has turned to one side, groaning. The death throes rock his body. The shadow doesnt see or know what has happened to Flayed just now, as his back is towards it. The shadow aims at Flayed's head from behind, and pulls the trigger.

THUD!!

The bullet pierces Flayed's head and flies out of the center of his nose. Flayed's eyes widen for a brief moment, as his hands drop from his chest. His mouth is open, as if ready to yell, as his eyes start slowly glazing over.

Despare moans audibly, and the shadow is startled. It turns around quickly, and disappears from sight. Despare gets up, rubbing the back of his head vigorously. Just then, he notices the blood on the floor.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! FLAYEDDDDDDDDDDD!!" he cries out.



ASSASSIN THE FLAYED ONE IS DEAD!!!!!

Sorry, Assassins. You have lost a very worthy team member. Deepest condolences and sympathies again.

:eek: Holy hell. Another one?

Is there anyone left on this team?

Maybe not for long by the way it's looking.

***INTERLUDE***


"These are a set of rather unexpected turn of events, apprentice," the mighty IT said.

"Yes, my Lord, indeed they are."

"But the hunt must go on as scheduled."

"But...my Lord..."

"No buts. I don't want to hear anything. The Zone's rules will NOT be changed because of some contestants' unwarriorly conducts!"

"Okay, my Lord. As you wish."

"I leave you to do the arrangements. Whatever may be the outcome of the results of the Challenge, the Hunting Season MUST be followed according to Battle Royale II's Hunting rules...be mindful. This was the precise reason why I did NOT approve of the new rule for secret weapons in Battle Royale II. But you had to have the final say in that too."

"Sorry, my Lord. Have faith in me this time. I will see what I can do."

"Good. You better. Because if you don't..."


***END OF INTERLUDE***

***MEANWHILE...***


~*~*~ RING!! RING!!! ~*~*~

"Yes?"

"I need you."

"Who is...ohh! its you! Long time..."

"Can you be here by noon tomorrow?"

"Sure, but...what is going on?"

"I ll explain when you get here. The chopper will be sent for you tonight."

"Okay I ll be ready."

"Good."

CLICK!

I am LOVING this...You said it would be bloody and brutal...And OH the many twists, turns and surprises!...I can't WAIT to see what happens next!


Anyone else get excited when V's name pops up on this thread?...Or am I a total geek? :D

you are a total geek, but so am I. :(

The latter. ;)

Dont think anyone else is paying attention to the happenings in-between.

geek


























me too :D

*raises hand* Geek here, too. :D

Oh, yes we are! I may not comment, but I've been following VERY closely!

Errrr...

On second thoughts...

Same here, and even though my team keeps dying off I'm still having fun.

It's looking as though there is an alliance between the nightmares and grindhouse. I suppose they had to, if they wanted to get rid of the superior team.

It's okay, Sweetie...If that's what you have to tell yourself, so you can 'rest in peace' :p