DISCLAIMER: Nick is a person, so I don't own him. In fact, he owns all of you, because he's THE FREAKING SPACE POPE!
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Another warp hole opened above the beaches of Battle Island, and a man fell out, screaming and tumbling through the air.
His name was Nick, a Texan who was friends with Anna and Sara, and knew of Ian. He was originally on the RPG forums that Anna and Sara frequented, but after those forums died he moved to BN. Now, it seems as if that might have been a mistake…
He hit the ground with a large thud.
"Ow…" he said; his body sore from what felt like one hell of a drop.
"Hello," The Voice said, oddly not appearing in front of him.
Nick rolled over, and looked towards the sky.
"God…?" he asked.
The Voice paused.
"Not really, but my identity doesn't matter. What matters is that you're stuck on this island, fighting against the wrath of your imagination and the imaginations of your fellow Badgerians."
"Um… what?" Nick asked, a confused look on his face.
The Voice sighed.
"Basically, it's like Survivor. Only, it doesn't suck, and we get an unhealthy amount of carnage for my viewing pleasure. Does that answer your question?"
"I think so…" Nick said. "But what do I defend myself with?"
"Your weapon is buried in the sand. Now, I'm going to go, as I'm tired of explaining the rules to newbies. You'll either figure it out or die. Either way, it doesn't matter to me."
The Voice then faded away, probably gone to do something more exciting.
"Wow, I never knew disembodied voices could be so rude!" Nick said. He then sat up, and began digging through the sand in the large crater his impact had made.
After a few minutes of digging, he unearthed a rather large puppet.
"You're kidding me…" he said, looking at the creepy puppet.
He sighed, and strung the puppet onto his back.
"Well, I had better go explore the island. Hopefully, someone will fill me in as to what the hell is happening…"
And with that, Nick stood up and walked down the beach.
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Roy looked across the beach.
"Shit, Mother's about to kill Anna!" he yelled, panicking.
He sighed and drew Ascalon, running towards Mother.
Hopefully this doesn't get me kicked out of the game… Roy thought to himself.
He leapt into the air, bringing Ascalon behind him as he did.
"No one kills the first non-unibrow chick I've seen in God-knows-how-long!" he yelled, as he brought Ascalon down on the back of Mother's skull.
Mother's body crumpled and fell. Roy grinned as he pulled Ascalon out of the back of Mother's head.
He bent down close to her body.
"I can smell you're still alive… if only barely," Roy said, licking the blood that flowed from her open wound.
His eyes became red as Drac took over.
"And now I finish you…" he said, grinning.
Anna stood there, her jaw open.
"Unibrow?" she asked, confused.
The she noticed Roy become Drac.
"Oh shit! You just killed her to get me!" she yelled, and turned and fled.
"Wait! I just wanted to ask you out!" Roy, still somewhat himself, yelled.
Anna, however, was running away screaming.
After a matter of seconds, however, she was out of breath.
"I'm sorry Miss Hull, I know I should have practiced running more!" she squealed to herself.
She spun around and scribbled out another sentence.
This caused Drac to trip over Mother's body, and fall face first into the ocean.
Anna sighed. That should give me some time to escape… she thought to herself, as she ran away from Drac.
Drac finally managed to stand up, and fumed.
"God damnit! Why doesn't anything go my way?!?"he yelled.
"Still… alive…" Mother groaned, reaching her hand up.
Drac spun around and faced her, his eyes filled with anger.
"Shut up you old hack!" he yelled, and swung Ascalon like a golf club.
Mother was decapitated, and her head flew off into the ocean.
Drac sighed, and sheathed Ascalon.
He looked at Mother's lifeless body, and grinned.
"Well… wasting IS bad…" he said as he picked up the headless body.
"So I might as well suck her dry!"
Drac then sucked out all the remaining blood from Mother's body, and threw it to the ground.
After a few moments, he shifted back into Roy.
"Damn… I think I'm going to be sick…" Roy muttered. "I hate it when Drac does that."
He looked around.
"Hey, where did Anna run off to?" he asked, looking around.
"WHY DOES NOTHING GO MY WAY GOD?!?" he yelled, falling to his knees, shaking his fists at the sky.
He sighed, and stood up. Sticking his hands in his pockets and lowering his head, he walked off towards the smoldering ruins of the burnt town.
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Scott awoke back in his hideout, and looked around.
Night had fallen, and smoke rose up from the distance, but no sign of anything else…
"NO ONE'S FOUND ME YET?!?" he cried out in anger.
He sighed.
"Okay… if I simply wait for someone to attack me, who knows how long I'll be sitting here? But if I look for them, I'm bound to get lost…"
Scott scratched his head.
"This sucks…" he said.
After sitting for a few more minutes, he stood up and grabbed Kafzeil. He propped it on his shoulder, and began to walk away from his hideout.
As he whistled a merry little tune, a rumble of thunder was heard in the distance.
