Note: "Badger Nation: Battle Royale" was a group RP/Story I started on my friend's forum. While it was I who came up with the plot, setting, and general idea, from there on it was in the hands of not only me, but my friends as well. So, technically, this is a group story. It was posted on a forum, so I will be editing it to a story like format.
DISCLAIMER: While I created some of the characters in this (myself, John, Ivan, CMI, and Jin are my most original), I did not create all their moves. Any move that is copyrighted by another company is NOT OWNED BY ME! Also, any character that seems like a blatant rip-off of another anime, video game, or TV show PROBABLY IS, and is not claimed to be owned by me either! I don't know what everyone else based their characters off of as well, so I make no promises of covering all the bases.
However, I do know Penguin ripped off a lot of Naruto stuff, and that I borrowed a lot of stuff from Castlevania…
Basically, if someone else owns it, I don't, nor do I make claims to.
On with the story…
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"Bah, there goes my chance at getting home on time…" a black haired teenaged boy said, watching as his bus turned into some of the worse traffic he had seen all year.
He leaned against the glass window, and sighed.
He then shifted his backpack over a bit more. The dude next to him gave him the willies, and he feared that if he even poked him he'd do something horrible to him.
A few minutes later, the dude next to him fell dead asleep, and fell on the boys shoulder. Greeeat… the boy thought to himself. A sleeping druggie who thinks we're an item… He tried to push the druggie off of him, but remembered his last experience with that.
Those vomit stains didn't come out for a week…bad idea…
A younger blonde haired boy leaned over the seat behind him. "Hey Ian, I didn't know you swung that way!" he said, knocking Ian in the back of the head.
"Shut up McKerdy, I know where you live…" the boy, Ian, replied. "If this damned druggie wasn't stuck on me, I'd throw you out the window.
The other boy laughed, and went to go bother other kids on the bus. "That boy is gonna die on Freshman Day…" Ian said, starring out the window again as he tried to ignore the sleeping druggie.
Ian's life was a relatively boring one. Go to school, procrastinate on homework and projects, eat, sleep, wake up, ect ect. The only real time he got to kick back and relax was when he went to his karate dojo on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. But the dojo was closed this week… so…
"Looks like another boring weeknight" Ian sighed. Times like this made him wish he had a life.
After a few hours of traffic jams, the bus finally arrived at Ian's stop. He elbowed the druggie next to him. "This is our stop." The druggie stood up, half dazed, and stepped off the bus. Ian followed after, and quick headed for home.
As he was walking, he looked up into the sky. Rain clouds were forming, and he thought he heard a low rumble of thunder in the distance. "That ain't good…" he said, and walked a little faster. Getting drenched while carrying a 50 pound backpack literally overflowing with schoolwork wasn't the most pleasant thing in the world, and Ian had no wish to re-enact what happened during his Freshman year.
Now a Sophomore at his High school, Ian was a relatively smart kid. Sure, he was known to do extremely stupid things every once in a while, but overall he was a good student. In fact, he had never gotten a detention, ever, and had only gotten in trouble a few times. Of course, while he was technically a "goody-two-shoes", Ian was known to do some pretty mean things to the teachers and staff of the school behind their backs, but he didn't let anyone find out about those things.
Ian reached home a few minutes later. After grabbing the mail from his mailbox, he walked up to the front door and wedged it open. He chucked his backpack on the ground and his mail in the Easter baskets that were still out month's afterwards. Exhausted, he plopped onto his couch.
He then bolted up.
"OH SHIT!" he said, getting to his feet. "I forgot to turn in that project online!" He looked at the clock. 3:50 PM. It was due at 4 PM.
He ran as fast as he could up to his dad's computer.
He turned it on, and bounced up and down impatiently in his chair while it booted up.
He logged on, and dialed in.
His dial up modem clicked, whirred, and screeched as it connected. "Damn you! CONNECT!" he said screaming at the computer.
Suddenly, the screen fizzled out, and faded into black.
"Wha?" Ian said, confused. He kicked his computer.
The screen crackled back to life. On it was the words "BADGER NATION BATTLE ROYAL!" in all caps, bouncing around the screen. "Oh man, I don't think that's supposed to happen…" he said aloud.
Badger Nation was the name of one of the forums that he and his friends made. It was a small internet nation whose primary goal was to take over the world with randomness. But Battle Royale? Ian had never heard of this.
Suddenly, there was a loud rushing noise, and a hole ripped open in his computer. "Alright, now I KNOW that isn't supposed to happen!" he yelled, as he started to get sucked in.
Ian was pulled in, as he yelled and screamed for dear life. He plunged through the portal, whipping past rows and rows of binary code, electricity, and worlds, all strung together by what seem to be wire-like threads.
Suddenly, he was spit out, and hit the ground hard.
He pulled his head out of the ground. Sand… he thought, spitting grains of it out of his mouth. Ian cleared his eyes, and looked around. "Holy crap!" he said, standing up.
Ian was no longer at his computer. Instead, he was on a tropical island. A humongous one from the looks of it too. He saw palm trees, sunny skies, a clear ocean, and relaxing cool sands. He sighed. "This place is paradise!" he said aloud. He rubbed his hands together. "I think I'm gonna like it here…"
Suddenly, a loud disembodied voice boomed from behind him, causing him to jump.
"Greetings! Welcome to Badger Nation Battle Royale!"
