Ultra Dramacore
Chapter 7: Stick on the Barby!

"10 minutes until show time people!" the strong-accented voice of Bergasms broke the calm air of the Australian wilderness and Lewis found himself pulled out of his calm daydreams and back in to reality. He'd only just arrived in Australia and it was starting to get the better of him already, so much heat, so much... death, it was a lot to handle. "This is the scene where you all meet each other for the first time!" Berg continued, "now, of course, you are only just meeting each other for the first time but who gives a fuck?"

He was conveniently interrupted by the sound of the show going live and Berg pulled himself to one side and started to commentate the scene. Lewis was nervous, he was first to be introduced and he was scared. What if he hated some of the people on? He shook his head and laughed at his stupidity, he was going to hate most of them, not just some.

"Our first contestant on 'I'm a Miner, Get Me Out Of Here", he's best known for his amazing gamemode, Devil Watches; he's so cool, Mindcool had to change their name to Mindwarm - it's LewisM301!" Berg shouted through his mic and was followed by complete silence... as it wasn't being filmed in front of a live studio audience and was, in fact, in the outback. He was sure this amazing joke would've sparked some laughter back at home, though.

Lewis entered the camera's field of view and grinned, before sitting down on a chair and grabbing a can of Fosters and raised his legs. "G'day mates," he laughed, getting a dirty look from Berg.

"Now's the part where we flash to some interviews we did before hand, but we never actually got a chance to film these so we're going to skip that!" Berg laughed. "Now for our more interesting campers. He's big, he's bad, he's the meanest guy in UHC and he eats nails for breakfast. It's 323milen!"

The golden swegbair entered the stage, grinning wildly. He opened his mouth to try and speak but all that was heard was a bunch of crackling and a muffled voice saying "sweg".

"Okay, that's enough," Berg laughed, "our next camp-mate is the notorious piece of laggy shit (next to Fork)... It's Czibi, the fucking melee rusher," Berg sighed before quickly moving on to the next contestant once the ninja-guy-thingy had entered the room. "Our next contestant is Joe! Hardcore UHC player! He's got a Youtube channel set-up, what is it again, Joe?"

TheSonicJoey entered the room, sighing, "TheSonicJoey," he practically shouted.

"Hey Stollaz," Shredd grinned, bouncing as they walked home from the betting agency. The two didn't live together but they were neighbours, and Stollaz wasn't very happy about that fact, "so the Server Cup is on next week, and Lewis and Sid have both went walk-about, leaving two spaces wide-open in Team Draftcraft, how 'bout we have a go at it?"

Stollaz stopped for a second, making a very hasty decision. Was he to kill Shredd because he insulted the almight lord Draftcrafters and called it Draftcraft or was he to take Shredd up on this idea, "sure!" he grinned, then screamed for pleasure and they both laughed.

"We should head over to Burrito's house now, actually, and talk to him about it - don't want that Lolz shit poking his nose in to our spaces!" Shredd grinned, before taking off in to a sprint.

The pair arrived at the gates of Nexus Manor, aka. Smellyburrito's Residence.

"Do you have your fire resistance?" Stollaz asked, sipping on his as he spoke some how. Shredd nodded and the two jumped through the lava gate and in to the manor. This was the place where all of the hardcore Nexus people lived.

The two quickly made their way up to the front door and knocked heavily. The door was opened by a tall man, whose face was covered in shadow. His voice was deeply muffled and it was difficult to hear what he was saying, as if he was using a voice-changer.

"Hello?" the voice spoke out.

"Hi, we're here to see Burrito," Shredd chimed.

"Do you have an appointment?" the strange figure spoke once more, no emotion showing in their voice, as it was all masked by the shadows.

"Piss off," Shredd scowled, "we don't need an appointment to see Burrito, he's a fellow Draftcrafter!"

"I'm afraid I can't let you in without an appointment, no matter if he belongs to your Draftcraft grou-" the voice started but was cut off as Stollaz lunged at him and started throwing punches to his skull.

"FUCKING DRAFTCRAFTERS! GET IT IN YOUR FUCKING HEAD YOU FUCKING PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU AND FUCKING FUCK YOUR FUCKING FUCK!" Stollaz raged as he started to beat the living shit out of the figure.

A figure stood in the doorway, this one looking slightly less menacing. The orangey figure of smellyburrito42 stood in the doorway looking shocked.

"What the fuck, Stollaz?" he scowled before quickly breaking out in to laughter. When they next glanced down at the shadowed figure on the ground, all that was left was a small chip of obsidian.