...I feel slightly ashamed of writing anything like this again...But I thought it'd be fun! I remember how you guys loved it. Now, this first chapter sucks in approach. It's like, BAM! Right there. To tell you the truth, this took me less than half an hour to write, and I didn't proofread or anything. I think this story isn't good enough for a beta reader. I'll save that for the others. Anyway, the better parts will be later anyway.

Same deal as before. You just give me some torture ideas and such. I may not use yours, but I sure will try, damn it! So, get your funny pants on, 'cause TDS is back, bitches!!!!

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EXTREME Truth, Dare, or Strip

Chapter 1

An Overlook…A Return…

Peppy's Log

Star Date: …Damn, no calendar.

For what reason am I writing this? Who knows? I recently thought back to those events in the past that really shook the team. Where to begin…? All in all I will write here to flash back to the days where danger struck, whether it engulfs only a select few in peril or a major part of Lylat, maybe even all of it. As of now, no humiliating time periods come to mind. Not…At least not any that I know to have been involved in…

Although, I heard the team babbling about one event. It happened after Roka and Roxy went off and ended up wherever the two ended up. Bless their hearts, by the way. Anyway, they said something about what occurred while they were here one time. Something about Truth, Dare, or Strip. Also this weird dream of being visited by two individuals and being questioned. However, we later found those two to be members of a secret cult-like organization that can control events of the present and build the future through writing. Those two continue to torture us to no end to this day…

But I digress. Shall I recall what it could be about? Where one would be questioned whether or not to be answer a question or play out an act described by the asker? Where that one would either do as they said, or remove a piece of their clothing in front of the others? Where it would soon lead to more people and, eventually, the destruction of a major part of Corneria City and the Great Fox?

…Well, it happened, apparently.

I can't help but think that this sick game is only destined to happen again, no matter how much one wishes that it was over and it would never return.

But why should it? It brought nothing but pain and suffering…But, it could happen. It's like I have The Force, or something. I can just tell when something bad is gonna happen. And the feeling this game is giving me when thinking of the premonitions is scaring me…Almost swallowing me up and constricting me with paranoia.

Now I'm just frightening myself. I'm blowing the whole thing out of proportion. How could a game like this be anything worse than embarrassing?

The only reason I thought of writing this was because I was bored out of my mind. The power went out in the Great Fox temporarily. We have the lights on backup power, along with the intercom…Well, nothing else needs to be said, I guess.

Peppy out.

The station sat in the throws of darkness, only illuminated from the backup power supply. Nothing much was provided when out of power, so the majority of the team sat around, with nothing to do but…stare at the fly on the ceiling.

"Have you ever noticed that flies seem too big for their wings to carry?" asked Falco.

"Falco," Fox spoke, "one, you're thinking of bees, and two, are you high?"

"No…" he replied, not trying to defend himself. Although, he seemed uneasy and he appeared to make sure something in his pocket wasn't seen.

Suddenly, the intercom clicked on and ROB's voice echoed through the halls, rooms, and heads.

"Unidentified energy field surrounding the Great Fox. Unidenifi-" The intercom clicks and static is heard.

"Falco!" Fox yells.

"I didn't put any of my weed in ROB!" Silence falls for a moment. "Uh…I mean, I didn't do it this time!"

"Well," Krystal cuts in "whoever did has an enormous energy level…and a mind as dark and cold as…as…"

"General Pepper after three sniffs of his cocaine?" Slippy asked.

"Yes!"

The intercom clicked again, this time with a voice on the other end.

"Well, well…If it isn't Star Fox?" The voice said. I sounded sort of young, like from someone around fifteen.

"Well, duh," Fox said. "How many Great Fox's are there?"

"SILENCE! I'm going to trap you here in this field for as long as I want…And so I don't get bored…I figured I would invite some people over to…'keep you company'."

Several blue lights showed up in front of the team, warping in several people. It was Fay, Miyu, Bill, Katt, Wolf, Leon, and Panther.

"What?!" yelled the warpees.

"You are my prisoners…and you will stay until I say otherwise…Hehe…"

The intercom clicks, and another warp tunnel opens, allowing three people in hooded roes in.

"Hey, the KH cosplay thing was over a few months ago," Wolf said.

"Haha, very funny," said the first one. "We have plans for you guys. If I remember correctly, there was quite a commotion here a while back, something about…"

Then, all three spoke, "Truth, Dare, or Strip."

"How do you know about that?!" shouted Panther. "I thought we agreed, what happens on this ship, stays on this ship!"

"More like, stays in the cult archive," said the second. "We know about it. Yes, we are a part of that cult. And now, we're deciding to relive what seems to be the best of torturous tales."

"We have devised what we believe will be the best contest ever," spoke the third. "It's similar to what you have experienced, but…revised. The same rules apply, but a few more are present. For one…You'll all be competing against each other for survival."

"What?! What's killing us worth above this game?!" Shouted Krystal.

"Not much. But it's still funny to us," spoke the first. "Now, you'll compete for points. If you take the dare or question, you get three. Refuse, you must strip, but still receive 1. Refuse completely…And you are out. You will be taken away to our domain, where we will dispose of you."

The second one continues the rules. "Additionally, your points shall serve as your fortune makers. More points means more relief from our game. By this, I mean the person with most points gets relief."

"And finally," the third said, "we will randomly provide you will voting devices to vote off one of your opponents. Be it for revenge or just to get rid of annoying little toads-"

"Hey!" Slippy shouted.

"-we will take them away to be disposed of."

"Those are the rules." The three said this simultaneously.

"And if we refuse?" Fay and Miyu said, almost like psychics.

"You'll be executed right here."

"Damn…Looks like we have no choice," Fox said.

"If it means at least one of us survives, we'll play," Leon said.

"Good," the three spoke again. "You're tormentors will be here shortly…They will assign you with their Scrolls of Order. Farewell, for now." They turned, and left.

Before they entered the portal, however, the first spoke to the others. "They agreed so easily. Are they high, or something?"

There you have it; the beginning of the continuation of gut busting hilariousness. Take a minute for the nostalgia to set in...Remember the good times in TDS...Ah...Anyway, yeah. Send in truths and dares, people! This is gonna be more of writer's block stuff.

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