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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.