Hello all you losers and maniacs out there! I am back with another chapter! As always, leave your comments and reviews below and PM me your suggestions and requests!
We finally find out what Chris's big secret is! How will it affect the cast?
Side note: i borrowed the Virtual Reality Machine idea from The Kobold Necromancer. Don't sue me!
"Last time, on Total Drama: Pahkitew's Vengeance: I hypnotized some of the contestants into being giant monsters! And to make things more entertaining, I set the rest of the cast up as bait! After hours and hours of running around like morons in the dark, we've had some hilarious highlights: Dakota made out with Alan, Reese wet his pants to defend himself against an alien predator, and Trey lost his guitar. Again."Chris chuckled as he walked down the dock.
"This show is so hot and steamy, I need to take trip to the North Pole just to cool down! And what I'm about to do will make things so hot, it'll feel like standing next to an active volcano! Hmmm. Not a bad idea for a challenge, actually." Chris said to himself. "Who will kill? Who will die? Who will grief their friends for a chance at the million dollar prize? Find out here! On Total! Drama! Pahkitew's Vengeance!"
(theme song plays)
"I will get you for this, McLean! Do you here me? I will get you!"
When Monique had sighed up for Total Drama, she had never thought in her wildest dreams that she would be plummeting toward the very hard ground from 20,000 feet up without a parachute. And she never thought that she would be falling towards said ground with three other unlucky contestants who were suffering the same fate. On the bright side, Chris hadn't been too kind to his co-host/cook and had "forgotten" to give him a parachute too. Such was the case when the large, burly hash slinger dressed as a pilot came hurling past her screaming at the top of his lungs and yelling out incoherent things. As her long, black braids billowed in the air above her, Monique took the oddly long moment to take a look at her fellow contestants.
Falling above her and too her left was a black toque and had a messy mop of brown hair. He had brown eyes and a light tan. He wore a white T-shirt with black stripes on the short sleeves, and a black vest along with a pair of denim shorts and muddy sneakers. To her right was an hour glassed girl with a purple colored tank top and skinny jeans. Her pair of black wedge were floating in the air next to her as her black hair and golden hoop earrings waved in the air. A little ways below her was a small boy with pale skin and spiky, blonde hair and bright blue eyes. His green vest and black shirt were flapping in the breeze as he fell. He wore long, baggy, blue jeans and bright red sneakers with the laces loose. As soon as her eyes had passed over all the details of her fellow victims, time seemed to speed up and she was suddenly surrounded by cold water. Monique shivered slightly and instinctively kicked upwards, her head breaking the surface as she gasped for air. Four more heads broke the surface around her, gasping for air, as well as saying inappropriate things about a certain pretty boy on Chef's part. They quickly swam towards the beach and washed ashore, still terrified from their ordeal.
"I swear," Tajira growled as she stood up on shaky legs. "I will make that man pay if it's the last thing I do." She would have said worse things, but was cut short when her eyes caught sight of a large hole in the ground. As she walked closer and found out it wasn't a hole at all, but a large foot print almost as big as her, with three large toes jutting out in a similar fashion to a bird's. Tajira ignored it and walked up the shore towards a clearing, where a middle aged man stood with a cheeky smile on his face stood. She had a bad feeling that the man was the one who had just sent them free falling.
"Chirs, man! What were you thinkin'!?" Chef yelled, walking up to the host and resisting the incredible large urge to punch the him in the face. Chris merely chuckled and patted the large man on the shoulder. "Don't worry. I knew you would make it out just fine." was all the host said as he strolled up to the four teens. "Congrats. You're alive." he said with mock enthusiasm. The teens all glared at him, wanting to feel his scrawny neck between their fingers. The breeze blew across them, causing them all to shiver as the host continued. "And as such, it is time for you to meet your team mates!" he exclaimed, pulling out a walkie talkie. "Show time, suckers!" he called into it.
"Copy that, Manure Face." a voice crackled through, causing the host to frown.
There was a dull boom from somewhere off in the forest, and the ground began to shake and rumble as trees began to topple over and crash to the ground. Paul pulled his toque down over his eyes as Wilson looked on with fear in his. Monique herself was also worried, but Tajira seemed unaffected, socking her fist into her hand as the large thing approached. A loud roar echoed through the forest, followed by a loud shriek of pleasure. Moments after a large flock of birds flew free from the forest's canopy and Paul had wet his pants, a large Tyrannosaurus Rex stomped out of the woods, roaring with glee as Maurananei whooped with joy. The dinosaur roared again and jumped into the air, directly over the cast before coming crashing down and skidding to a halt as Maurananei whooped again. The four cast mates stared as the lowered its tail to the ground and Maurananei, along with Anuok and Caroline slid down. The ground began to shake again as a large Asian Elephant came stampeding out of the undergrowth with Kiko, Zelda, Trey, and Mitchell all hanging on for dear life as the animal charged at them and came skidding to a stop, only a measly foot away from crushing Chris, who didn't move in the slightest.
All the new contestants could do was gawk and stare as the suddenly disappeared in a flash of red light to be replaced by a tall boy with short, black hair combed over a side of his face. He wore a dark green undershirt and a pair of ragged jeans with black sneakers. A gleaming shark tooth necklace hung around his neck as he walked over to the contestants with a grin on his face. "Welcome to Pahkitew," he said, grabbing Tajira's hand and giving it a good shake. Faster than anyone could blink, Tajira heaved Micheal off the ground and slammed him on to his back, her face twisted into something of pure rage. "Don't touch me again." she snarled before prying his strong fingers off of her and walking a short distance away.
"I think I'm starting to grow on her." Micheal joked as Caroline rushed to his side, worry on her face. "Trust me, Princess. I've suffered worse." he told her, pecking her on the cheek as she flushed bright red. A thick cast was around her arm where a Lagarbuini had bit her. The pink cast had scribblings on it from several of the contestants in permanent marker, Micheal, Maurananei, Alan, and Zelda among the ones that signed; Anuok and Toni had yet to sign it, with Kiko flat out refusing to.
"That girl has issues." Toni's voice said from behind them, and the new participants all stared at her, as if she had grown a second head. Where a six ton pachyderm once stood was a 125 lb girl with a slight smile on her face. "What about you guys? Feel like flipping the rest of us?" she asked with a slight laugh. Paul and Wilson shook their heads while Monique frowned; clearly, she and Toni were not going to get along.
"Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot!" Trey cried, holding the seat of his smoking pants. Mitchell was apologizing professedly, trying desperately to put the fire out that was currently burning in Trey's underwear. Micheal switched on the Animatrix, was turned into a hippo and gave chase after Maurananei hopped on his back. Anuok raced after the hot blooded mammals as Trey continued to screech like a harpie. This went on for several minutes until all five of them jumped into the lake with a big splash that drenched everyone but Chris, who was watching the whole thing with a wide grin on his face.
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"Is it just me, or has this island gotten weirder since last season?" Paul asked as he squeezed the water out of his soaked toque.
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After a quick toweling off, Chris continued on with the show, just a little irked that the camera wasn't on him (the early morning show lightened his mood a little). "All right then, losers old and new! It's time to get on with our next challenge!" he announced with his infamous smile on his face. All the contestants shared worried looks, all except Tajira who was more irked than Chris was. "What!? You make us free all from a plane without parachutes into a freezing lake after you blew up said plane, just so you could make us do a challenge!?" she roared.
"Welcome to Total Drama, dude." said Micheal, earning a threatening glare from Tajira. Needless to say, Tajira would not be getting along well with Micheal for any part of the season. Of course, Chris was more than happy to exploit it. "You got your bets?" he asked Chef quietly. The muscled cook had changed out of his uniform and was now dressed up in standard safari gear, complete with khaki shorts and jacket, as well as a stylish pith helmet. "I'm betting on the girl." he whispered. Chris chuckled lightly. "Seriously? I'm betting on Micheal. Dudes got a watch and not afraid to use it." he said quietly, unaware that the cast had stopped bickering and were all glaring at him. A shoulder nudge from Chef brought him to reality with a slight sheepishly grin on his face. "Any-who, it's time to add the new losers to the old losers and mix things up a bit." Chris said.
"What does that mean?" Alan asked with a cocked eyebrow.
"It means, Alan," Chris said with a barely stifled cackle. "That I will be completely scrambling the teams into new ones! Your enemies just might become your new team mates! Fun, right?" From the looks and rude gestures Chris was earning, the contestants were not having as much fun as Chris was. "Now then, Tajira, Wilson, Zelda, Caroline, Micheal, Alan, and Trey! You will be the new Rampaging Rhinos." Chris announced. "Maurananei, Anuok, Kiko, Paul, Monique, Mitchell, and Toni will henceforth be known as the new Extreme Eagles!"
"WHAT!?" Tajira roared as she stomped over to Chris. "You are not putting me on a team with that-that-that creature!" she yelled in Chris's face.
"That creature, can hear you!" Micheal yelled. "Seriously, what did I do?" he asked the rest of his new team mates quietly. None of them knew and merely shrugged.
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"Okay, I just want to state for the record, that I don't hate Micheal," Tajira said with a sigh as she pinched her brow. "I'm sure he's a nice guy and all, but I'm exactly a trust person. I was bullied a lot back home, and that's made me who I am. So . . . . don't judge me, alright?" Tajira growled to the camera, holding up a fist. There came a knocking on the side of the door, earning an annoyed look from Tajira. "Micheal, if that's you, I will tear that fancy watch of yours off your wrist and shove it down your craw after I'm done beating you senseless with it!" she roared. The knocking stopped and the sound of fleeing footsteps could be heard from outside. Tajira then realized that there was still a camera in the outhouse. "Aw, nuts." she cursed under her breath.
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Ooh! Tension!" Chris said eagerly. "But save it for the challenge! Today, we will be LARPing!" he exclaimed eagerly, most of the contestants groaning; Paul and Alan however, seemed to at least be slightly happy about it.
"So, what? We're just gonna dress up as elves or whatever and go around shooting dummies all day? Real creative, McLean," Maurananei frowned. "There is no way you're ever going to get me into a costume."
"Yeah, I figured you would say that," Chris smiled. "And that's why we've taken the liberty of purchasing this wicked awesome Virtual Reality Machine!" he announced, turning around to gesture towards a grand stage with a large computer screen and fourteen chairs. Chef, dressed in his usual pink dress and chef hat, gestured towards the screen with a smile on his face, sending shivers down the contestant's spines, though Maurananei swooned at the sight and nearly fell to the ground at it not been for Mitchell. "Welcome, to Dimension of Destruction!" Chris cried. [1]
"Wait, isn't it supposed to be World of-" Alan began before Chris rushed over and slapped a hand over his mouth, silencing him. "Ssshhh! We couldn't get the rights!" he hissed. Alan nodded and Chris removed his hand, continuing on with the challenge. "Each team will be hooked up to this advanced machine and transported into a special designed dungeon by yours truly," Chris smiled, gesturing to himself. The contestants rolled their eyes as Chris continued to inflate his ego even further. "You will be facing off against bosses and enemies, personally designed by moi. First one to defeat the last boss wins the challenge for their team. The losers will have to vote off a member of their team tonight."
"Do we get to pick what race and class we are in the game?" Paul asked excitedly.
"No! We hand picked them ourselves based on what we've managed to collect about you," he chuckled. "Now, any more questions?"
"Yeah, where did you even get this thing?" asked Zelda. "It's packing some serious technology!"
"Got it from some kid named Joel," Chris replied. "You have ten minutes before the challenge begins!" [2]
"Why do we have ten minutes?" Micheal asked.
"I need to moisturize," Chris explained.
"Of course." Micheal sighed.
"Is it almost done?" Kiko asked.
Zelda ground her teeth and quietly began counting to ten in her head. She knew that Kiko was eager to try out the prototype Animatrix as much as she was wanting to see if her invention worked or not, but the woman was starting to grind her last nerve.
"It depends. Do you have the DNA samples?" Zelda asked, turning around to look up at Kiko from the rock she was sitting on. They were currently still in the cave they had resided in before, and Kiko was sick of it. While they had managed to score a night in the Hangout of Awesomeness for almost every last challenge, she did not like having to walk a mile just to get her clothes, only to find them being searched through by a curious raccoon or bear. Kiko sighed and dug into her pocket, pulling out a snow leopard claw, a piece of Tyrannosaurus Rex skin, a deer antler, a trout scale, and a Nisilaha fingernail. Zelda took them all in her hand, not even questioning where Kiko managed to find all of them.
Instead, she returned her attention back to the prototype Animatrix and picked up the deer antler in her hand, setting the rest down on the slab of rock she was using as a work bench. She then waved the antler over the watch and pressed a small button on the side. A violet colored ray of light panned over the antler before disappearing. "DNA sample collected." Zelda's own voice came from the watch.
"Just keep gathering samples while I work out the bugs and Planetary Scanner feature," Zelda told Kiko. The adult woman nodded and walked to the mouth of the cave, pausing for a moment and turning back to look at Zelda as she scanned the snow leopard claw. "While your at it, program my own voice into that thing. I want to hear me and only me." she ordered before leaving. Zelda sighed and went back to scanning the samples Kiko had collected for her, wondering why she was putting up with the woman's attitude.
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"Yeah, Zelda is pretty useful," said Kiko. "She's smart, clever, and knows how to use a weapon. But now that we're on separate teams, I'll have to keep my eye on her; one sign of betrayal, and she'll out of here faster than a cheetah on a rocket."
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"So Kiko the Chinese Uber-fan has Zelda the Pink Monger working on a bootleg Animatrix," Wilson hissed in a voice that wasn't his. His kind blue eyes were now dark purple once more, and his kind voice was replaced with one that was cunning and filled with deceit. "Zelda, while naive, is still too smart for me to manipulate to my will. Perhaps if I inflate Kiko's ego a bit, I may get her and her Animatrix on my side. And once she's outlived her usefulness, I'll get her to slip up and get her team mates to get her voted off!" Wilson cackled. "Should they get wary, they won't know what hit them!" Wilson cackled once more, before he gave a sudden twitch and blinked, his evil purple eyes now blue.
"Okay, serious. Am I sleep walking?" Wilson wondered, seeming to have no memory of his whereabouts.
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After the ten minutes it took for Chris to moisturize and apply another coat of his precious hair gel, all fourteen teenagers headed to the stage, seating together in their respective teams down in the chairs. Helmets on the backs of the chairs easily slid down over their heads, applying a sort of smoothing secretion to alleviate the pain. The Virtual Reality Machine gave a low hum as it powered up, Chris giving out last minute instructions as it did.
"Remember! Each team will spawn in their own separate worlds, and the first team to kill the final boss wins! In the event of a draw, we will go by how many team members are still alive. And should you noobs die before then," Chris chuckled at his gamer lingo. "You will be transported back to the very beginning of the dungeon, and you will have to travel back to where you last died. Now, LARP!" he commanded as the large computer gave a final hum, and the contestant minds were transported into the virtual world their sadistic host had set up, knowing full well that they would be experiencing horrors beyond imagination.
Caroline blinked and looked at her surroundings; she currently set in what appeared to be a musty catacombs of some kind. Dusty moss hung from the ceiling and crept up the walls as aged vines squeezed the life out of the rocks and rubble beneath her feet. The walls were smooth stone, dusted with eons of dirt and sand as she swept a hand over them. She turned around to see six other groggy figures, all of them ranging in size, shape and form. "Guys?" she asked timidly, her voice echoing through the hollow chamber.
"Yeah, it's us." a tall man moaned, rubbing his sore skull. He had a head of flowing black hair that ran down to his shoulders, his ears full of earrings and piercings that shined in the dim light of the tomb, the only light coming from the soft glow of torches that lined the walls. He was muscled, but not incredibly so, just a right blend that made him incredibly handsome. His shoulder pad armor resembled bird wings, the feathers intricately interlocking to form a formidable shield. He wore a blood red robe decorated with feathers, beads, rings of gold, animal bones, and a mountain lion skin that wrapped its clawed paws around his neck. He wore a pair of brown pants with heavy, spiked boots and knee and ankle guards. In his hand he held a long staff slightly taller than him with colorful rings around it, the end of the staff ending in a serpent's open mouth with a crystal jewel between its open maw. Caroline glanced above his head to see a near invisible word hovering there that read 'Micheal – Human, Druid' [3].
The person standing next to him was vastly shorter than him, only coming up to his waist. Clearly a girl, her long back hair was tied into a pony tail that kept the hair out of her dark, brown eyes to reveal a pair of curved horns that grew from her skull. She wore heavy iron shoulder pads that resembled skulls tipped with dark, almost black, raven feathers. She wore a short dress of red and faded gold as she absentmindedly picked dirt out from under her fingernails. She carried no visible weapon, save for the small, razor sharp pickaxe that hung from her black belt; her hands however, were glowing a mysterious and sickly green. Caroline glanced above her head to read 'Tajira – Dwarf, Warlock'. Caroline tried to stifle her laughter.
The next person did not exactly resemble a person at all, unless a giant lion had decided to stand on its hind legs and change its paws into clawed hands. The creature had blood red eyes had a large mane of dark brown fur around its neck, making it seem even darker against its brighter tawny colored coat. It had broad shoulders and well muscled arms and hands tipped with sharped claws. A long tail that flicked back and forth every now and again stuck out behind it between two sturdy legs that bent back and then forward to support the creature's weight. The large lion wore a red and gold colored chest plate and shoulder pads and a black loincloth; Two antelope skulls with the horns missing sat strapped to the shoulder pads. Red and gold colored leg and shin guards decorated its legs with a pair of oddly shaped sandles that fit his paws just perfectly. A large shield with a black rhino on it was strapped to one arm with an exaggerated and oversized battle axe being held in the other. Caroline looked up at the creature's head to read 'Trey – Leodan, Warrior'. [4]
The next person was actually even shorter than the Dwarf had been, her brown and blonde streaked hair tied up into a tight bun to keep it out of her bright green eyes, though locks of it framed her smiling face. She wore a pair of seemingly heavy gold and brown gauntlets on her hands with a pair of large gloves with bright green circles on their palms. She wore a dull red top and tight black shorts, leaving her short ankles and feet completely bare. Strapped to her back was some sort of high tech backpack with hoses snaking out of odd places that inhaled and exhaled as they pumped something through them. Strapped to her black leather belt was a single dagger that gleamed in the torch light. Above her head read 'Zelda – Gnome, Monk'.
The next person towered over the gnome, nearly as tall as Trey. He had pale, gray skin that seemed very unhealthy looking; one could actually see the blue and green veins under his skin. He had glowing blue eyes that seemed to be portals to the Underworld itself, nearly hidden under the heavy, iron horned helmet. He had massive shoulder pads decorated with spikes and a broad chest plate that covered his ribcage; one could actually see it, and glimpses of yellowed bones covered with bits of flesh through the separations in the armor. He wore iron hip guards with dark purple cloth and large skin and ankle guards above his exposed, bony feet. Black gauntlets that kept his bony fingers exposed decorated his wrists, and an incredibly large and over exaggerated sword was strapped to his back, blue smoke curling off its sharpened edge. His title card read 'Wilson – Undead, Death Knight'. Caroline could feel shivers go down her spine as she passed over him to look at the last person in her gang.
The last member of her team had pale blue skin and was seemingly bald and devoid of any hair at all. The closest thing to hair were the four tentacles on his chin that made him look like had a beard; each tentacle had two golden braces around it. A purple flame flickered from his skull amongst a pair of short horns as his eyes glowed blue with truth and justice in them. He wore leather and steel shoulder pads on his broad shoulders and golden colored body armor to protect himself. Gold and bronze colored leg and ankle armor covered his lower half, leaving his cloven hooves exposed to the elements. A large gold colored battle hammer was slung over his shoulder and a smooth, reptilian like tail curled out from behind him as Caroline read his name. 'Alan – Draenei, Paladin'.
"You don't look so bad yourself, Caroline," Alan smiled. She glanced down to look at herself, stunned at what she saw. She had light violet skin and a much bigger bust than she had if she had been human. Light green armor covered her unmentionables and nether regions, tough green and brown ankle armor covering her legs and feet. She wore green cupped shoulder armor that framed her small face and gauntlets on her wrists and arms. In her hands she had a strong looking bow seemingly carved out of a tree branch, easily concluded when she saw the leaves sticking out from the ends. A quiver stock full of arrows was strapped to her back, just behind her wavy, blue hair. "What am I?" she asked, hardly believing what she heard was her voice; it was so soft and gentle, yet with a hint of warm power hidden deep within. Micheal gulped, unable to look away from his gorgeous girlfriend, and finally was able to speak.
"Caroline – Night Elf, Hunter." she managed to croak. Caroline's violet face turned a deep shade of red as she smiled sheepishly. "Um, onward?" she asked timidly.
"Onward!" Alan cried gleefully, raising his hammer into the air.
"Onward!" his team mates roared as one, raising their weapons into the air and clashing them together as if they were glasses full of wine at a dinner party. With excitement running through their veins, Alan led the way down the only exit to their room with wonder and joy in his eyes. After they had passed several grime filled tunnels decorated with the bones of the defeated, they entered a large, dank cavern. Sharp stalactites jutted from the ceiling, ocassionally dropping down into the black abyss below with a hollow splash that echoed. A large island rose up from the black depths, easily almost a hundred feet above the inky black water below. Two narrow lanes connected the island to opposite ends of the cave, one of them stretching out before Alan and his team, beckoning them to cross it.
They did cross it, weapons raised and ready to strike at a moments notice, though their moments when Trey and Alan had to pause to let Zelda and a very grumpy Tajira scurry by, lest they be trampled upon. After a short while, they crossed the long stretch of rock and walked onto the wide platform, ready for battle. At first nothing happened. Then a sound came to their ears, a sort of clicking noise. The sound began to echo in the cavern as the sound got louder and louder. The Rhinos quickly rushed to the center of the rocky platform, weapons drawn and ready to strike as almost three dozen creatures scurried up from the depths and onto the island. They were blue in color, dark on the top than on the bottom and were rounded. Caroline quickly identified them as crabs, but they were not like any crabs any of them had ever seen; one large claw was bigger than the other, and its six jointed legs had what looked like yellowish hair on them. Two rows of razor sharp teeth lined its mouth, some of them not even fitting inside the crustaceans maw. Another difference was the fact that they were about the size of Tajira and Zelda, making them glance at each other nervously.
"ALAN BROOOOOOOOOOOKS!" [5] Alan roared at the top of his lungs. Before anyone on his team could move, the Draenei Paladin charged forward and brought his hammer down on one of the hungry crabs, crushing its shell flat against the rock and killing the creature. The others, spurred forward by their unofficial leader's courage, gave a battle cry and spread out to attack the crabs with vigor.
Caroline reached back for an arrow and set in her bow, shooting at a crab faster than most people could react. The arrow shot through the air and pierced right through the crab's shell with ease, killing it instantly. A gnashing sound met her pointed ears and she whipped around to shoot three more arrows through three more crabs that had tried to sneak up on her, killing two and injuring one; Caroline put the creature out of its misery by crushing it beneath her boot.
Trey, roaring like the animal he was, swung his giant axe low and took out a whole platoon of the creatures, slicing most of them in half with a mighty swing of his weapon or crushing them under his powerful fists. When dealing with one particularly annoying crab, the Leodan Warrior resorted to wrestling moves, tossing his axe aside to pounce upon the creature and crush it beneath his elbow. The crab was caught under the blow but scurried up his arm and attacked his head, grabbing his ears in its claws. Trey instantly reached up and tore the crab from his head, feeling a numbing pain in his ear as a piece of it came off in the crab's strong grip, a tiny stream of blood tricking down his head. The crab realized it just made a very big mistake as was instantly crushed between Trey's strong fingers, fatality killing it.
Down below her team mate's gazes, Tajira scrambled to fight any crab that got to close. Unfortunately, having short legs meant she got there slower than her much larger team mates did, meaning they often finished off a crab she had selected before she could attack it. Tajira growled and whirled around to face a seemingly enormous crab. She was not normally frightened, but when one saw the world from the eyes of a very short person, you tended to develop new types of fear. She quickly raised her hands in front her face, hoping to shield herself when the crab lunged at her. Suddenly, a fiery orange glow surrounded her hands, smoke curling from them as a ball of fire was thrown straight at the crab. The crustacean easily dodge it, but was now weary as Tajira got a maniacal grin on her face. She quickly raised her hands to the sky and clapped them together, the entire cave lighting up as great balls of fire rained down from the ceiling down towards them. Her team mates glanced up and quickly ducked to the ground, covering their heads as fire rained down on them, incinerating most of the giant crabs. After about 6 seconds, the fire storm ended and the smell of baked crab could be smelled in the air as the Rhinos got from the ground.
"I love the smell of burnt crab in the morning," Alan sighed, taking a deep sniff and smiling. "nice use of your rain of Fire, Tajira."
The Dwarf smiled and bowed as her team mates politely clapped. "Anyone a healer?" Trey asked, pointing towards his bloody ear. "I don't wanna take too much damage before we battle the boss." Caroline nodded and raised her hands to lightly touch his head. A warm, healthy green light filled the cave before dying down, Trey's wound completely healed. Before the Leodan could thank Caroline, the sound of giant wings met their ears, and the Rhinos were once again in their battle stances, ready to face whatever monster came at them.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? I'M A BEEP! BEEP! DWARF!" swore Maurananei. Her team mates of varying species flinched and covered their eyes as Maurananei continued to rant. Her brown colored hair was pulled back into a braided ponytail that kept stray locks out of her magenta eyes, exposing the large scar over her left eye. She wore dark purple, almost black armor that covered her entire upper body and arms. Her shoulder pads were made to look like dragon skulls, their sapphire eyes glowing in the dim light of the dungeon. She had a sword with a golden dragon eye in the hilt. Above her floated the words 'Maurananei – Dwarf, Warrior'.
"At least you're not an Orc," Kiko grumbled. She towered over every single one of her team mates, her head barely grazing the low ceiling of the tomb. She had short, messy, purple hair that drifted over her eyes. Her sickly green skin and her slight under bite made her look slightly dim, but her golden colored eyes showed wisdom, and her pointed ears were full of gold earrings and hoops. She wore massive, rounded shoulder pads with curved spikes jutting out at the highest point and rust colored gauntlets with gold colored designs with a flowing brown and green robe covering the rest of her body. A large belt with a brass buckle was wrapped around her waist, decorated with the skulls of humans and animals that Orcs could easily crush between their massive hands. Strapped to her back was a large staff with an . . . . interesting end; it was a single, massive eye in the clutches of a dragon claw. On either of the eye rose two horns that curved forward and then back, framing the glowing eye. The words 'Kiko – Orc, Warlock' floated over her head.
Paul seemed to be himself, nothing incredibly odd about his appearance. He had long, flowing hair tied back into a short ponytail, a stray lock flying free from his head. He had a furry mustache and short goatee for facial hair and bright brown eyes. He wore a full body armor with three large spikes on his shoulder pads and a pair of large black, metal gloves on his head with a skull on his belt and wrists. A pair of daggers were strapped to his belt, glowing an ominous violet. An iron, spiked helmet with a long, flowing feather on top was carried under his shoulder as he leaned nonchalantly against a wall, waiting for Maurananei's ranting to end. Above his head, the words 'Paul – Human, Rogue' floated.
Next to him stood Anuok, her skin an unhealthy and sickly shade of gray. Her cold eyes glowed green and she quietly moaned, as if she had a horrible stomach ache. Her white hair was hidden beneath a navy blue and gold hood attached to her long robes. Her attire was intricately made with gold colored waves and rays, reaching her feet so that they were framed with ruby red. She wore a gray colored chest plate over her breasts and dark blue and gold colored shoulder guards, gray and gold colored cuffs at her elbows. Her fingers were long claws as she unsteadily shuffled on her bare feet, the words floating above her head reading 'Anuok – Undead, Mage'.
Mitchell, needless to say, was not even close to being human. He looked something like a large eagle. He possessed no wings, his arms instead ending in scaly hands tipped with razor sharp talons. He had the same thing on his feet, making them more anatomically correct for a bird. He had a golden beak with a black tip and was covered from head to talon in dull, red feathers. He wore a heavy black and gold collar around his neck and metal shoulder armor with black and orange spikes. Gauntlets of the same color lined his feathery arms and he wore a leathery loincloth attached to a belt. In one taloned hand he twirled around three flaming rocks as he leaned on his spiked mace with the other, waiting for Maurananei's cursing to end. The words 'Mitchell – Aquilian, Shaman' floated above his head. [6]
Toni had violet colored skin and long, flowing blonde hair that fell over her pointed ears and shoulders between her dark green shoulder pads ringed in crow feathers. She wore armor over her bust and a metallic skirt tipped with brown colored spikes, green gauntlets on her wrists. Ankle and shin guards of the same color lined her legs, though she seemed to be bare footed. In her hand she clutched a tall staff, the end shaped like an eagle's claws holding a glowing blue orb of mystical energy. The words above her head read 'Toni – Night Elf, Druid'.
Monique, the last person in the group who was also waiting for Maurananei to shut up, was covered in smooth, light blue skin with glowing blue eyes. A pair of blue, antelope-like horns curved up and back from either side of her forehead, curling over her long, flowing black hair that fell down over her shoulders. Behind her pointed ears, thin tendrils curled down amongst her hair, each one having two golden braces around them. Her feet ended in cloven hooves and a long, thin tail sprouted from the base of her spine. She wore green gloves ringed with gray fur and a similar hunting outfit consisting of a green and red top and a short skirt ringed with fur. Brown hunting boots with golden laces were on her feet and she wore a leather belt with two satchels hanging from it; a large hunting rifle was strapped to her back, and almost two dozen throwing knives strapped to her chest. The words 'Monique – Draenei, Hunter floated above her head. "Yo, Maurananei! Shut the freakin' BEEP! she roared, her voicing echoing through the empty tomb.
Maurananei finally stopped yelling and managed to recompose herself as her team began the slow and silent trek down the slime covered tunnel. The entered the same vast cavern the Rhinos had entered without the Eagle's knowing and marched to the center of the island. Within moments, the monstrous crabs had flowed up and over the edge of the island, their claws clicking and clacking together with rage and hunger.
With a yell, Monique whipped the gun from her back and pulled the trigger, shooting two crabs dead before they even got up over the edge, listening with sick satisfaction as she heard two splashes in the water below. She whipped the gun around again and shot another crab as it jumped at her, using her gun like a baseball bat to whack it away into the dark abyss.
Paul closed his eyes and put his fingers together, silently muttering incoherent words. He suddenly disappeared before everyone's eyes, as if he had never existed in the first place. A crab to Maurananei's left was sudden killed, screeching horribly as its carcass was suddenly hefted into the air and tossed over the side, the same thing happening to three other crabs before Paul slowly appeared, a wicked smile on his face. "And I can do this in the real world, too!" he cried gleefully.
Toni cocked an eyebrow, but let the comment slide as she raised her staff into the air and then slamming it into the ground. A white and purple light washed over her, changing her form into something far more useful. Muscles began to pile on top of every single part of her body as she grew bigger and bigger, until she was nearly as tall as Kiko the Orc. Thick, coarse, brown fur sprouted on every part of her violet body as her fingers were sucked back into her knuckle, leaving only the tips and nails. Toni's nails began to grow, longer and longer until they were nearly six inches long and incredibly sharp. Her face bulged forward into a large muzzle, her flat chewing teeth becoming sharper and more designed for tearing and ripping. Her ears migrated to the top of her head as she was forced to use her arms as extra legs, falling forward onto them as a small tail popped out of her spine, completing the morph.
The crabs shared nervous glances as a now very angry grizzly bear stood over them, drool dripping from its jaws. With a hoarse roar, she rushed forward into the fray, swiping at crabs with her massive paws and sending them over the sizes. She opened her jaws and grabbed a fleeing crab in her teeth, easily biting through the carapace and killing it. Within moments, every last crab was dead and pushed over the edge of the platform, splashing into the brackish water. In another flash of white and purple light, Toni reemerged in her Night Elf form, a satisfied smile on her lips. "I could get used to this Virtual Reality," she smiled, her usual expression of annoyance replacing it before anyone could see. Unbeknownst to anyone in the group, she had been like this for the entire day, clearly miffed by something. Clearly, she was not eager to share.
A hissing sound echoed throughout the cavern, and the Eagles got into battle position as half a dozen sea snakes slithered up and over the island edge. True to their names, each snake had a set of feathery gills and fins on its head as well as a wide paddle on the end of the tails. Each slithering serpent had glowing green eyes and a pair of large fangs that curved down from their mouth. Hissing angrily, the snakes leaped forward, Kiko catching two of them in her mighty fists and crushing one of their skulls with ease. The other snake managed to slip out of the Orc's mighty hands and around her neck, rearing up and sinking its large fangs into the exposed flesh. Kiko roared and tore the serpent from her shoulder, crushing the animal's skull and tossing it over the side as she crushed a third snake under her bare foot.
Anuok, a sickening moan escaping her pale lips, raised her clawed hands and let a ball of swirling, yellow energy form between her finger tips. A particularly large sea snake rose up in front of her, ready to strike her face just as she released her grip on the energy ball and through it at the snake, watching as the energy ball hit the snake in the chest (do snakes even have chests?) and consumed it in a bright flash. Seconds later, the bright light dissipated to reveal a small, brown hunting bird of the falcon species. The raptor hopped forward, cocking its head and screeched as a stray snake dove for it, flapping it s wings to dove the attack. It wheeled about in the air for a few seconds before diving down and grabbing the snake in its talons, jabbing its beak into the snake's brain and killing it. The bird then alighted down on Anuok's shoulder and began to peck at the snake carcass as Anuok gently stroked the bird's feathers.
Maurananei cried out as a serpent dove after her, skillfully waving its long body from side to side to race after her. The Dwarf suddenly tripped over one of Kiko's massive feet, falling to the ground as the snake hissed and rose up, preparing to dive down and strike at her with its sharp fangs. Just before the snake could hit her in the face, Maurananei reached for her sword and swung it wildly, slicing the sea snake's head off and splattering her face with oozing green blood. The dwarf silently cheered herself, falling flat on her back, exhausted.
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"I know it's just our minds that do all the work and such, but this Virtual Reality thing leaves you so tired," Maurananei yawned before she suddenly lost consciousness and fell asleep, slumping to the floor of the disgusting outhouse confessional.
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The last snake was quickly taken care of by Mitchell. As the serpent tried to make a quick escape, Mitchell drove his taloned foot down, trapping the snake in his razor sharp claws. He then lifted up his foot and picked the snake up in his hand, raising his other hand unleashing a jet of flame, roasting the sea serpent to a burnt crisp. "Well, that's that." he cawed, dusting off his hands. A low rumbling shook the cavern and the group banded together once more, weapons pointed outwards and ready to strike at a moments notice.
"Are those . . . . giant bats!?" Zelda screamed, jumping out of the way of the one of the creatures as it swooped low. There were three bats, each of them about as big as a car. They had massive wings and fangs that jutted out from their jaws, blood red eyes filled with hunger. The three monsters landed on the platform, creeping forward by walking on their wings, roaring and snapping their jaws.
Micheal raised his staff and stabbed it into the ground, a red and black colored light washing over and changing his appearance. Scales ran up to his elbows as his fingernails grew longer and curved, forming into eagle-like talons. Brown feathers began to sprout on the rest of his arms and upper body, the feathers turning snow white when they reached his head. His nose and mouth melted together into a hard, horny beak colored yellow. His eyes became gold and sharp, able to see the smallest details from long distances away. A pair of broad and grand wings sprouted from between his shoulder blades, flapping involuntarily as tawny, golden colored fur sprouted from his hips downward. His legs bent backwards, forcing him to fall forward on his bird legs as his feet ground together and became paws. A long lion's tail grew from the base of his spine, completing the transformation.
Micheal screeched and gave his giant wings an experimental flap, taking to the air.
"Duck!" Trey roared, throwing himself to the ground.
"No, it's a Gryphon," Alan corrected him as Caroline yanked him to the ground, Micheal swooping low over their heads and slamming his bulk into the monster bat, tearing at its wings with his talons and claws and sending the squealing animal over the edge and into the abyss below. The Gryphon wheeled in the air and landed back on the platform, cawing as a red and black light surrounded and changed it back into Micheal. "Darn it," he grumbled as he picked up his staff, rolling to the side as a second monster bat swung a giant claw at him.
Zelda frowned and clapped her hands together, the green circles on her palms lighting up and loudly humming until a beam of green energy blasted an advancing bat in the chest. The monster roared and surged forward, opening its jaws to swallow the bite size Dwarf before it. Zelda grabbed her pick axe and jumped into the air as the bat's jaws closed on the spot she had been moments ago. Using her momentum to her advantage, she thrust her pick down into the bat's skull and brain, instantly killing it. She landed on the bat's head and gave it a good kick. "That's for trying to eat me," she growled, jumping off the bat's head and running to join her team in attacking the final monster.
Her team mates had surrounded the creature and were attacking it from all sides, Trey and Wilson slashing at it wings and cutting them to ribbons. Wilson swung his sword and sliced off a wing entirely, the appendage dropping to the ground and covering Tajira entirely. Caroline drew her bow and shot an arrow into the bat's neck, stunning it. Wilson took the opening and swung his sword in a wide arc before thrusting it forward, slicing off the bat's head and stabbing it in the chest. A beam of light suddenly erupted out of the bat's eyes and mouth, blinding the Rhino's as it suddenly exploded into dust.
"Anyone feeling full?" Wilson asked as he shouldered his sword. When the others shook their heads, he shrugged it off and turned at the sudden sound of the island began to shake and rumble, a small circular platform rising out of the center of the island, a cloaked and hooded figure standing on it. The Rhinos raised their weapons as the figure pulled down its hood to reveal a pair of beady black eyes and a mouthful of sharp teeth.
"Fang the Hyrdomancer," Alan breathed, lowering his sword slightly. The mutant shark nodded and opened its jaws, a jet of water rushing out and hitting all of them full force, knocking them down as Fang raised his stubby arms, roaring. Skittering sounds could be heard as more giant crabs crawled up the sides of the island, clacking their claws together as they licked their chops. Alan frowned and brought the handle of his hammer down on a crab that got too close. "You take care of the crabs. Fang's all mine," he growled to his team mates.
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"Back home, I always played these MMORP games when ever I was bored. After a while, I kind of got hooked," Alan said sheepishly. "Sometimes, I get a little carried away." he added.
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"Normally, I'm not one to take orders," Micheal admitted, leaning against the rotting wall of the outhouse confessional. "But, I gotta admire Alan's leadership skills; I may not have liked the guy before, but he's proven he's pretty trust worthy. I'd gladly follow him into any battle!" he finished, saluting the camera, just as the outhouse wall gave a loud creak and fell, Micheal falling through a wide hole in the confessional.
"Stupid outhouse!"
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"ALAN BROOOOOOOOOOOKS!" Alan roared, raising his hammer and charging straight at the amphibious shark without hesitation as his team mates charged at the advancing crabs. The Paladin swung his war hammer in a wide arc and smashed it downward as hard as he could into the ground, sending a tremor that knocked Fang off his feet. Alan raised his hammer, ready to repeat the attack again, only to be hit in the face with a jet a of pressurized water that sent him flying back into a small platoon of scuttling crabs that had attempted to sneak up on him. The crabs were knocked over the side and into the dark abyss, Alan scrambling to his feet before Fang could strike again. The shark grinned maliciously as he clapped his hands together. Twin geysers of water rose up from the abyss below, twisting and arcing through the air as they shot straight at Alan. The Draenei saw the attack coming and swung his mighty hammer, knocking both attacks aside and into two small groups of approaching crabs, totaling them and sending them over the sides.
With another almighty war cry, Alan charged forward, hammer raised as he ran at the shark. With every ounce of strength he had, he slammed it down onto Fang's head, hearing a sickening crunch as cartilage tore. Fang stumbled and fell, but wasn't out of the fight. He staggered to his feet and growled at Alan, showing his sharp teeth.
Just then, three teeth fell out.
Now Fang was angry. Not just angry, furious. Forgetting he had the ability to conjure up more minions or control the massive lake of water, the amphibious shark charged forward, mouth agape as he converged on Alan. Caroline managed to get a break from killing crabs to see the attack and fired three arrows in rapid succession, hitting Fang in the gills. The attack did nothing to stall the shark as he lunged forward and caught Alan in the gut, sinking his fangs into his armor and gut. Alan cried out from the surprise of the attack and fell over, Fang jumping on top of him and snapping his jaws to try and repeatedly bite through Alan's armor. The chest plate, but everyone knew that his health was dropping with every attack; eventually, he would die from either blood loss or shock and he would have to start over. Drawing her bow, Caroline notched three arrows and shot them at Fang, one of them sinking into the hydromancer's eye and the other two pepper his side. Trey growled and raised his axe, tossing it through the air and watching as it sunk into Fang's leg, chopping it clean off before spinning back to him like some sort of boomerang. Fang dropped to the ground, close to death as Alan pushed his carcass of of him.
Breathing heavily, the Draenei Paladin raised his hammer over his head. "Time for you sleep with the fishes, sucker," he growled before swinging his hammer down and fully crushing Fang's head, killing him. The Rhinos cheered and raised their weapons as they gathered around a triumphant Alan as he stood over Fang's dead body. The Paladin smiled before stooping down and reaching inside Fang's jaws, ripping out a handful of teeth. Caroline turned green at the sight. "Why are you doing that?" she asked, barely keeping her lunch down.
"In every MMORPG, you can earn some awesome stuff from bosses. You go back enough times, and you'll eventually get something. It's called farming," Alan explained. "Since Fang didn't drop anything, we'll take his teeth. They've gotta provide us with something other than a cool look." he added, tearing a stray strand of rope from his armor, taking a small dagger from his pocket and stabbing a hole through the teeth. He then strung the rope through the teeth and tied them around his neck, making a necklace out the shark teeth. Micheal reached down and pulled out two teeth, fitting them into the eye sockets of one of the skulls on his uniform. The others proceeded to do the same, Caroline scooping the teeth that had fallen out of Fang's mouth and stabbing them into her shoulder pads.
"Everyone set?" Alan asked, swinging the hammer over his shoulder. One by one, his team mates answered, and the battle party continued on through the dungeon, leaving the giant cavern behind and walking down another long tunnel and entering a box-like room. The room had moss on the floor, odd plants growing out of the green carpet in the low light, reaching for the cobweb covered ceiling. There were no other exits out of the room, and the way they had come quickly sealed up by an old stone door triggered by their presences. "Well that's just great," Tajira growled, stomping her foot in frustration.
Alan sighed and pinched his brow. "Everyone look around for a pressure plate or something." he instructed. The group then spread out across the room, lightly tapping the walls and listening for hollow spaces within the walls.
"You look real good, you know." Micheal whispered to Caroline, her purple face turning red. Micheal always seemed to know just what to say in almost every situation, and always seemed to know how to entertain her, whether he intended to do it or not. Such was the case when he tripped over a rock and fell flat on his face. The rock rumbled and slowly sank into the ground as a large door to everyone's left rumbled open, a wave of hot air escaping into the room. "Nice job." Caroline smiled, helping Micheal to his feet. The happy couple marched after their team into a hot and boiling cavern, a moat of lava encircling a hot island in the middle of the room only accessible by hopping across small rocks in the hot magma. While the team was wary of the excess amount of lava in the room, Alan seemed to be worried about something else.
"What's that smell?" he wondered aloud, sniffing the air.
"Oh, you mean the 10,000 gallons of hot, liquid death?" Tajira asked sarcastically, still irked that she was a Dwarf while the others seemed to have much more intimidating forms.
"No, no. It smells more like . . . brimstone." he explained after sniffing the air carefully.
"How can you possibly tell brimstone from molten death!?"
""Brimstone smells more bacony."
"We're all gonna be bacon if we don't move!" Tajira roared, jumping as the rock beneath her feet was suddenly sucked under the lake of broiling magma. She jumped to another rock, skipping as fast as she could to the larger island in the middle. The sound of giant wings beating came to their ears, and they all instinctively got into the kill circle, weapons pointed out like the quills on an angry porcupine. A great figure about the size of a small whale descended from the heavens, its skin blacker than night as it landed with a loud crash!
"Is that ugly thing a dragon or Chef Hatchet?" Wilson wondered.
"What's the difference?" Micheal joked, drawing an angered roar out of the creature. Indeed, the ugly brute of a monster did bear resemblance to the psycho cook. The huge creature had the massive head of Chef attached to a long, serpentine neck that ran out from a heavy body. Four, bent and sturdy legs grew from it, a pair of huge wings sprouting from its mighty back. A long tail sprouted out from the base of the spine, and a small collection of horns on the beast's head formed what looked like a small cook's hat. "Is this weird or freaky?" Trey asked Zelda, bending down to speak to her.
"Both," she answered. "And please don't bend down to speak to me. It somehow feels demeaning."
Trey nodded and drew to his full height, taking the axe off his back and throwing it with all his might, watching as it whirled around the room like a boomerang and sank deeply into Dragon Chef's neck. The might beast roared in anger, reaching up with a claw and tearing the weapon out, ignoring the bloody wound as it opened its maw and unleashed a jet of flame. The Rhino's eyes widened as they jumped aside, barely dodging the attack as they all took a small amount of damage.
"Okay, I know this whole Virtual Reality thing numbs pain, but YEOW!" Micheal yelped. He quickly rolled aside to dodge another jet of flame aimed at him and jumped up, slamming his staff into the ground and changing back into his Gryphon form once more. The mythological beast screeched and surged across the magma rock island swooped under a startled Caroline and taking to the air with the Night Elf on his back. Caroline quickly picked up on what her boyfriend had in mind and notched three arrows, drawing back the string on her bow and letting the arrows fly, watching as they sprouted from Dragon Chef's neck. The beast roared and flapped his wings, swinging his mighty tail and knocking Alan and Trey off their feet, Tajira and Zelda ducking underneath the attack The two little people ran under Dragon Chef, thankful that their small size made them unnoticeable to the monster. With quick timing, Zelda blasted at Dragon Chef's vulnerable underbelly as Tajira drove her pick axe into the area of skin between a claw and toe, causing Dragon Chef to roar in agony.
Wilson raised his sword into the air, commanding its glow to strengthen as he raised his hands into the air and suddenly thrust the weapon down, thrusting it into the rock and watching as a deep crack formed in the crust. The crevice stretched down into the black abyss, seemingly going to straight down to the Underworld. This was quickly proven when a dozen faded souls soared out of the pit, moaning and screaming and rattling their chains as they attacked Dragon Chef, swiftly dodging the swing of his tail and claws and blinding his vision. Up in the air, Caroline was hanging on for dear life as Wilson's attempts to help only made things harder for her and Micheal. With all the new souls in the air, Micheal had to twist and turn more violently to avoid collisions with them and Dragon Chef's wild attempts to swat them away. They were suddenly blown off course by a beat of Dragon Chef's wings and blown out over the broiling pit of lava, Micheal keeping his wings steady as he swiftly avoiding colliding with a lavafall.
And then the worst possible thing happened.
In a flash of red and black light, the mighty Gryphon disappeared and was replaced by a stunned Micheal in midair with a startled Caroline on his back. The two shared a worried look before screaming and plummeting down towards the pit of liquid death, screaming in agony as they were bruned alive and killed, despite the Virtual Reality machine making pain nonexistent.
Alan watched the whole scene as he dodged Chef's lethal jaws, cursing himself for not warning his team mates about mana usage. Should any of them use up too much mana, as all special moves such as transformations used it up when active, they would be rendered defenseless as their mana slowly grew back and forced them to use passive attacks. Unfortunately, it also killed them in Micheal and Caroline's case. Alan knew they would respawn at the beginning of the dungeon, alive and well, but it would take them a while to get back to the lava pit. With two team mates down, the Rhinos had to watch each other's backs carefully.
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"Do I blame Alan for my death?" Caroline asked the camera sweetly. "Not at all. Do I regret choosing him as unofficial team leader instead of choosing Micheal? Not in the slightest," she smiled. "We all agreed that Alan was the better leader in this situation, and he promised to lead us to victory. If a few of us die horrible deaths along the way, so be it. That doesn't mean I haven't developed a slight phobia of lava or Chef." she added, shivering at the thought of the psycho cook. It was then that she noticed the hole in the rotting confessional wall, a confused look crossing her face. "What kind of beaver would possibly want to eat this trash heap?" she wondered.
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With a mighty roar, Trey charged Dragon Chef head on, dodging the monster's fiery attacks and jumped at his head, mercilessly clawing his face as he scrambled to get on his head and away from his fiery jaws. Once he had secured himself to Dragon Chef's head, gripping the sides with his ankles and claws, he grabbed hold of the hat-like cluster of horns on his head and yanked back as hard as he could. The behemoth roared in pain and annoyance, spreading his wings and bucking like a wild bronco, causing a miniature earthquake down below as the Rhino's scrambled to dodge his wild dance.
"Is that who I think it is?" Maurananei asked, breathing heavily from her fight the sea snakes. A dark blue cloaked figure stood before them, his glowing red eyes the only visible part of his face. That and his rows and rows of razor sharp teeth. The finger reached with stubby fingers and yanked the hood off of its head, revealing it to be none other than Fang. Without warning, the amphibious shark clapped his hands together and raised them towards the heavens, a large wave of water rising above him to come crashing down on the island, nearly washing the Eagles into the black abyss.
Paul jumped to his feet and twirled his daggers around his hands at a lightning speed, watching with satisfaction as they began to glow a sickly green. He then quietly chanted a word and rushed forward at what seemed to be the speed of light, clearly too fast for Fang's eyes to track. The Rogue shot forward, zig-zagging this way and that up to the shark, dodging the balls of pressured water that were thrown at him. With a sudden yell, Paul jumped up and jabbed his daggers down, watching them sink deep into Fang's hide. The blow didn't kill the Hydromancer, but it clearly irritated him. The shark tore him loose and threw him back to his team mates, bowling Paul right into Maurananei and Kiko and knocking them down.
Maurananei frowned and raised her pick axe above her head and thrust it down as hard as she could into the ground. The island began to rumble, rocks tumbling loose from the edges and splashing into the black chasm below. A deep crack formed from the point where the pick axe met the ground, growing wider and wider as ran right under Fang, sending him down into the blackness. Maurananei yanked the pick axe free from the ground, and the chasm suddenly closed with a loud bang and a sickening crunch as blood spat forth from it. The Eagles winced at the sickening scene, but pushed it aside. "C'mon, men! No telling how far the Rhinos are," she said, swinging her pick axe over her shoulder. Her team mates followed her, ready to leave. That is, until they noticed that one of their members didn't move.
"C'mon, Kiko! Get up!" Toni yelled, giving a swift kick to the Orc's massive bulk. When she didn't move, Toni (with difficulty) rolled the Orc onto her back and put an ear to her chest, her face paling when she didn't hear a certain sound. Cursing, she picked up her staff and pushed past the rest of her team mates without a word, the others following after sharing confused and worried looks. Anuok shambled after Toni as fast as she could until she was limping next to the Druid. With a swirl of her hands, the Undead Mage formed a foggy question mark between her finger tips. Toni glanced up and sighed.
"The sea snakes got her. Apparently one of them bit her, and the venom eventually killed her," she sighed, taking a mental notice of Anuok's new falcon friend as it continued to peck at the carcass of one of the creatures. "And from the look of that corpse on your shoulder, the spines on the fins also injected poison into her blood stream, killing her faster; Paul ramming into her was the final straw, cutting her health to zero." she summed up. Anuok's face fell as she let her hands drop to her sides, the ghostly question mark disapating.
The Eagles eventually entered a small cube like room, the floor covered with a thick carpet of moss and strange glowing plants. Cobwebs hung heavily from the ceiling, stray and very large spiders skittering amongst them, but ignoring the band of heroes. Without another word, Toni walked over to a large rock and pressed her staff down on it, watching as it slowly sunk into the ground. The entrance to the room suddenly closed, and a section of the wall to their left suddenly opened up into a fiery cavern ringed with a moat of lava fed by falls of magma. The Eagles entered the cavern, following their unofficial and irritated leader.
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"The person who suggests I like Kiko is getting a skunk bath, got it?" Toni threatened to the camera, ignoring the gaping hole in the outhouse's wall.
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Anuok glanced at the hole in the outhouse and smiled lightly before taking out her notepad and scribbling something on it. After a couple minutes, she holds it up to the camera, the note reading "Toni is obviously annoyed by something. Clearly, it's not something in the game". Anuok then closed the notepad and suddenly ducked to the floor as a raccoon flew overhead through the hole in the outhouse and out the other side, creating a second hole. A miffed Sasquatchanakwa appeared through the first hole and made a rude (and censored) gesture at the raccoon, giving Anuok a confused look. The mute physic pumped her fist and left the outhouse via the new hole, taking care to hop over the dazed raccoon.
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"Wow. Those kids must really hate you," Chris smiled as he watched the Rhinos successfully dismember Dragon Chef. The angry cook growled and turned his gaze away from the screen currently showing the Eagles attacking a clone of his Dimensions of Destruction form. With a light chuckle, Chris turned to address the camera. "Well, folks, it looks we've just about run out of time! How will the new cast fare in the days to come? Will the veterans tear them to pieces before then? And what the heck is bugging Toni so much? Find out when we return to, Total! Drama! Pahkitew's Vengeance!"
Yeah, big surprise! A two parter!
Truth be told, I wasn't planning to do this, but I just couldn't off my lazy BEEP! to do anymore work. I really did want to continue on with the chapter, but I feel this might be a good place to pause. Of course, this means I'll have to post the next chapter next month and add ina bonus chapter with that. Consider that my Christmas present to y'all when the time comes. Now then, did you like the new contestants? Let me know what think down in the comments below.
Now if you've noticed things like this: [1], then I've taken a small leaf out of The Kobold Necromancer's book. I've obvious got some notes on this, and I just did this to avoid confusion within the story.
[1] Clearly (at least for all you nerds out there ;) this is a parody of the ever famous and popular World of Warcraft MMORPG. Clearly, I have no creativity of my own.
[2] Something else I borrowed from The Kobold Necromancer. Joel is Necromancer's OC for his incredibly famous and popular Total Drama stories Total Drama: Comeback and Total Drama: Battegrounds. If you have not read their stories, I highly recommend you read them, especially if you love the old cast and the few contestants who didn't get a lot of time in the spotlight.
[3] I actually did a lot of World of Warcraft research to make this as authentic as possible. Obviously (as all you WoW players would know) humans can not be druids. However, seeing as they are the only class that can shape shift themselves, it was kind of obvious that Micheal would be the only Human Druid in existence.
[4] The Leodan's are a race of humanoid lions based off of the Worgen race from World of Warcraft. Clearly, I have a little creativity left in the tank to come up with such an awful name, yet an awesome race.
[5] I stole this idea from The Kobold Necromancer. Obviously, I have no imagination of my own. According to him however, Leeroy Jenkins, the most infamous paladin alive, is known from coming back from an AFK break and charging straight into battle shouting his name at the top of his lungs. If you someone like this, at they've got guts. Which you will probably be soon seeing as the countless enemies slice them to ribbons ;)
[6] A knock off of the Tauren race from World of Warcraft. Originally, Mitchell was supposed to be some sort of humanoid rhino, but I thought better. Glad I did.
Now that's over with, I hope all of you that submitted the new characters are happy with how I portrayed them. THIS DOES MEAN I WILL BE ACCEPTING ANYMORE APPLICATIONS! As of three chapters ago, APPS ARE CLOSED.
As you were, ladies and gentleman.
