IZM 4: The GAUNTLET of PAIN
Written by Lord Timothy
Scene 4
View fades in on the main outdoor assembly area. It's a large open field with a few trees. Everyone's milling about as usual, with a few kids hanging out of the trees. Fang is kneeling under one tree, constructing a nifty-looking hat out of branches and leaves. (Imagine that!) Near her Ozymandias and Nic are discussing the origin of the spoken language
Sara is sitting against a tree on the other side, reading "Mort" by Terry Pratchett. Off to her left, Zim is huddled in a ball, rocking back and forth, muttering various phrases about filth and meat-children. Off to HIS left is GiGa, reading a large copy of "Crime and Punishment"
Dib is standing somewhere near the center of the horde of students, completely trapped by the conversing masses. Next to him is a girl with long red hair going down to her shoulders, and dark brown eyes. She's average height and averagely skinny. She's scowling at the ground, with her hands in her pockets, rocking back and forth on her heels
Dib: Are you stuck here too?
Girl: Well that's one way to start a conversation.
Dib: Huh?
Girl: I'm Bik.
Dib: Okay... I'm Dib.
Bik: I know.
Dib: You do?
Bik: I've seen your dad's show. You're crazy, aren't you? Poking Dib in his abnormally large head
Dib: Not really.
Bik: I didn't think so.
Dib: Just out of curiosity...
Bik: What?
Dib: Oh, nothing. I'm just wondering what the origin of your name is.
Bik: Well that's not exactly a soup question.
Dib: Huh?
Bik: Never mind. If it makes you feel any better, I would too.
Dib: You would what?
Bik: Like to know the origin of my name.
Dib: I'm having trouble following this conversation...
Bik: Turning away from Dib and stroking her chin So it would seem... Narrowing her eyes So it would seem...
Dib: Who are you talking to?
A girl starts to walk by Dib, stops, and looks at him strangely. She has dark brown eyes and skin, and is very thin and wiry. Her hair is black, short and curly. Her head, hands and feet look oddly disproportionate
Girl: Has anyone ever told you your head is big?
Dib: Sighing All the time...
Girl: Offering her hand The name's Kossen. Do you have a name, or should I just call you bigheaded kid?
Dib: Shaking her hand I'm Dib. My dad's Professor Membrane, though everyone thinks I'm crazy except Bik there. Pointing at Bik
Kossen: Turning to Bik and extending her hand again Hi Bik. Don't worry about it. I'm Kossen.
Bik: Shaking her hand You seem very social.
Kossen: Guess the excitement is infectious... just like the Ebola virus.
Bik: Interesting choice for comparison. Glancing to the side momentarily The Camp Director is back.
Dib: He is? Turning Oh. He is.
The Camp Director is standing on a raised platform at the front of the assembly area. He surveys the masses, raises a pistol from his belt, and fires it in the air. The crowd falls utterly silent
Camp Director: WELCOME TO YOUR SECOND DAY AT CAMP! For the next week, you shall all be subject to a complicated series of challenges! First, you shall all be divided into teams! HYAH! Hits a button
A line of men jog out in matching camo gear. They pick up kids and throw them around. When their task is complete, the crowd is divided into 20 or so teams. Dib is in a team with Kossen, Nic, Ozymandias, and 4 other students. Zim's team consists of him, Fang, Sara, GiGa, Bik, and 3 other students. The rest our various bunches of kids all looking awkwardly at one another
Camp Director: The groups you have been placed in will be your team over the course of this week! You should get to know your group, their strengths and weaknesses! Because you will travel together as a team through... Holds up a fist and strikes a pose, speaking in an echo-y voice the GAUNTLET! HUWAH! Hits the button again. A huge map unfurls before the crowd. Camp Director pulls out a long rod and prods at various points on the map This is where everyone will begin. Each team will go a different route, which will all eventually meet up at the same point. On the way, you will encounter various challenges that require TEAMWORK to pass! Oh, and one more thing... Pushes the button once more. A line of guys in camo run out once more, breaking up into groups Each team will be pursued by a special team. If any of you are captured by the special team, you will be brought back here, and fail the class! Now each team must choose a Leader!
Zim: Turning towards his team ZIM shall lead us!
Bik: Who's Zim?
Zim: I AM ZIM!
Bik: Psh. Figures.
Zim: YOU SHOULD ALL FOLLOW ZIM!
GiGa: Wavering his arms Wait, wait, wait. Why don't we take a vote? I mean, I'M a very talented leader as well...
Fang: If it's between you and the green kid, I'm with the green kid.
Sara: I second that statement.
Bik: Scratching her head Whatever.
GiGa: HOW CAN YOU- oh well. What about you three? Gesturing towards the other three kids
One of the kids has red hair and pale brown eyes. He's hunched over, looking shifty-eyed around him. Another has spiky blue hair accompanying a pair of blue eyes, and mellow-looking for the most part. The last kid has messy brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a very primitive look on his face
Red Head: My name's Rocko... I'm with the green kid.
Spiky Blue Haired Kid: Psh. I guess I'll go with that. I'm Fred.
Primitive Kid: GENGHIS IS HIS OWN LEADER! YAH!
Zim: Impatiently So it is settled. ZIM IS THE LEADER!
GiGa: Petulantly Fine. Whatever.
View does little fly-around, weaving between the groups, and settling on Dib's group. A girl with pale blonde hair with light blue tips and spooky blue eyes is speaking. She has a scar running down her cheek and is slightly taller than your average skool student
Phoenix: It sounds to me like we're in for a heck of a week.
Dib: Right now I think we should just worry about deciding on a leader.
Phoenix: Raising her eyebrows And I suppose you're hoping that will be you?
Dib: Well, I do have-
Boy: You?! Leader?! You've gotta be kidding me!
Dib: Who are you?
Boy: I'm Tony. What's it to you anyway?!
Ozymandias: Sighing We're doomed. Picking fights and we don't even have a LEADER yet...
Nic: Doing a one-handed handstand for no particular reason I dunno... it doesn't sound so bad...
Ozymandias: You mean the GAUNTLET?
Nic: Nah, being doomed. I heard it's very advantageous to have on a resume.
Dib: Raising an eyebrow What are you TALKING about?
Nic: Scratching her head with her free hand Ya know... I really have no clue!
Other Guy: Why don't we all just work together and decide as a group instead of choosing a leader?
Phoenix: There's a thought. Umm... who are you?
Other Guy: The name's Roshi. I've been in this sort of situation before. All you really have to do is keep your cool.
Phoenix: Wait wait wait. You've been in a situation like this BEFORE?
Roshi: Not really. But it sounded cool, didn't it? Anyway, if we just all work together, we should be fine.
Dib: Sounds good. What do you two think? Gesturing to another girl and Kossen
Kossen: Personally, I think I'll make it with or without you guys. For those of you who don't know me, I'm Kossen. So we've got me, Dib, Ozymandias, Nic, Phoenix here, Roshi, Tony, and Minerva.
Minerva: We're doomed.
View swivels around to focus on the Camp Director again
Camp Director: You will now receive your packs. They contain everything you will need. They already contain rations for the rest of the week, as well as several items. That is all! All other personal items are being held until your return! Now we shall proceed to the start point! HYAH! Flames shoot out of nowhere as the Camp Director strikes a pose, fist outstretched
Fade out
End Scene 4
A/N: Sorry that took so long. There was a LOT of stuff I had to figure out. Now that I've got that all sorted out, things should really get moving again. But I'm still not sure how fast. This chapter was mostly everybody getting to know everyone else, and laying out the situation. I expect the rest to go pretty smoothly.
Written by Lord Timothy
Scene 4
View fades in on the main outdoor assembly area. It's a large open field with a few trees. Everyone's milling about as usual, with a few kids hanging out of the trees. Fang is kneeling under one tree, constructing a nifty-looking hat out of branches and leaves. (Imagine that!) Near her Ozymandias and Nic are discussing the origin of the spoken language
Sara is sitting against a tree on the other side, reading "Mort" by Terry Pratchett. Off to her left, Zim is huddled in a ball, rocking back and forth, muttering various phrases about filth and meat-children. Off to HIS left is GiGa, reading a large copy of "Crime and Punishment"
Dib is standing somewhere near the center of the horde of students, completely trapped by the conversing masses. Next to him is a girl with long red hair going down to her shoulders, and dark brown eyes. She's average height and averagely skinny. She's scowling at the ground, with her hands in her pockets, rocking back and forth on her heels
Dib: Are you stuck here too?
Girl: Well that's one way to start a conversation.
Dib: Huh?
Girl: I'm Bik.
Dib: Okay... I'm Dib.
Bik: I know.
Dib: You do?
Bik: I've seen your dad's show. You're crazy, aren't you? Poking Dib in his abnormally large head
Dib: Not really.
Bik: I didn't think so.
Dib: Just out of curiosity...
Bik: What?
Dib: Oh, nothing. I'm just wondering what the origin of your name is.
Bik: Well that's not exactly a soup question.
Dib: Huh?
Bik: Never mind. If it makes you feel any better, I would too.
Dib: You would what?
Bik: Like to know the origin of my name.
Dib: I'm having trouble following this conversation...
Bik: Turning away from Dib and stroking her chin So it would seem... Narrowing her eyes So it would seem...
Dib: Who are you talking to?
A girl starts to walk by Dib, stops, and looks at him strangely. She has dark brown eyes and skin, and is very thin and wiry. Her hair is black, short and curly. Her head, hands and feet look oddly disproportionate
Girl: Has anyone ever told you your head is big?
Dib: Sighing All the time...
Girl: Offering her hand The name's Kossen. Do you have a name, or should I just call you bigheaded kid?
Dib: Shaking her hand I'm Dib. My dad's Professor Membrane, though everyone thinks I'm crazy except Bik there. Pointing at Bik
Kossen: Turning to Bik and extending her hand again Hi Bik. Don't worry about it. I'm Kossen.
Bik: Shaking her hand You seem very social.
Kossen: Guess the excitement is infectious... just like the Ebola virus.
Bik: Interesting choice for comparison. Glancing to the side momentarily The Camp Director is back.
Dib: He is? Turning Oh. He is.
The Camp Director is standing on a raised platform at the front of the assembly area. He surveys the masses, raises a pistol from his belt, and fires it in the air. The crowd falls utterly silent
Camp Director: WELCOME TO YOUR SECOND DAY AT CAMP! For the next week, you shall all be subject to a complicated series of challenges! First, you shall all be divided into teams! HYAH! Hits a button
A line of men jog out in matching camo gear. They pick up kids and throw them around. When their task is complete, the crowd is divided into 20 or so teams. Dib is in a team with Kossen, Nic, Ozymandias, and 4 other students. Zim's team consists of him, Fang, Sara, GiGa, Bik, and 3 other students. The rest our various bunches of kids all looking awkwardly at one another
Camp Director: The groups you have been placed in will be your team over the course of this week! You should get to know your group, their strengths and weaknesses! Because you will travel together as a team through... Holds up a fist and strikes a pose, speaking in an echo-y voice the GAUNTLET! HUWAH! Hits the button again. A huge map unfurls before the crowd. Camp Director pulls out a long rod and prods at various points on the map This is where everyone will begin. Each team will go a different route, which will all eventually meet up at the same point. On the way, you will encounter various challenges that require TEAMWORK to pass! Oh, and one more thing... Pushes the button once more. A line of guys in camo run out once more, breaking up into groups Each team will be pursued by a special team. If any of you are captured by the special team, you will be brought back here, and fail the class! Now each team must choose a Leader!
Zim: Turning towards his team ZIM shall lead us!
Bik: Who's Zim?
Zim: I AM ZIM!
Bik: Psh. Figures.
Zim: YOU SHOULD ALL FOLLOW ZIM!
GiGa: Wavering his arms Wait, wait, wait. Why don't we take a vote? I mean, I'M a very talented leader as well...
Fang: If it's between you and the green kid, I'm with the green kid.
Sara: I second that statement.
Bik: Scratching her head Whatever.
GiGa: HOW CAN YOU- oh well. What about you three? Gesturing towards the other three kids
One of the kids has red hair and pale brown eyes. He's hunched over, looking shifty-eyed around him. Another has spiky blue hair accompanying a pair of blue eyes, and mellow-looking for the most part. The last kid has messy brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a very primitive look on his face
Red Head: My name's Rocko... I'm with the green kid.
Spiky Blue Haired Kid: Psh. I guess I'll go with that. I'm Fred.
Primitive Kid: GENGHIS IS HIS OWN LEADER! YAH!
Zim: Impatiently So it is settled. ZIM IS THE LEADER!
GiGa: Petulantly Fine. Whatever.
View does little fly-around, weaving between the groups, and settling on Dib's group. A girl with pale blonde hair with light blue tips and spooky blue eyes is speaking. She has a scar running down her cheek and is slightly taller than your average skool student
Phoenix: It sounds to me like we're in for a heck of a week.
Dib: Right now I think we should just worry about deciding on a leader.
Phoenix: Raising her eyebrows And I suppose you're hoping that will be you?
Dib: Well, I do have-
Boy: You?! Leader?! You've gotta be kidding me!
Dib: Who are you?
Boy: I'm Tony. What's it to you anyway?!
Ozymandias: Sighing We're doomed. Picking fights and we don't even have a LEADER yet...
Nic: Doing a one-handed handstand for no particular reason I dunno... it doesn't sound so bad...
Ozymandias: You mean the GAUNTLET?
Nic: Nah, being doomed. I heard it's very advantageous to have on a resume.
Dib: Raising an eyebrow What are you TALKING about?
Nic: Scratching her head with her free hand Ya know... I really have no clue!
Other Guy: Why don't we all just work together and decide as a group instead of choosing a leader?
Phoenix: There's a thought. Umm... who are you?
Other Guy: The name's Roshi. I've been in this sort of situation before. All you really have to do is keep your cool.
Phoenix: Wait wait wait. You've been in a situation like this BEFORE?
Roshi: Not really. But it sounded cool, didn't it? Anyway, if we just all work together, we should be fine.
Dib: Sounds good. What do you two think? Gesturing to another girl and Kossen
Kossen: Personally, I think I'll make it with or without you guys. For those of you who don't know me, I'm Kossen. So we've got me, Dib, Ozymandias, Nic, Phoenix here, Roshi, Tony, and Minerva.
Minerva: We're doomed.
View swivels around to focus on the Camp Director again
Camp Director: You will now receive your packs. They contain everything you will need. They already contain rations for the rest of the week, as well as several items. That is all! All other personal items are being held until your return! Now we shall proceed to the start point! HYAH! Flames shoot out of nowhere as the Camp Director strikes a pose, fist outstretched
Fade out
End Scene 4
A/N: Sorry that took so long. There was a LOT of stuff I had to figure out. Now that I've got that all sorted out, things should really get moving again. But I'm still not sure how fast. This chapter was mostly everybody getting to know everyone else, and laying out the situation. I expect the rest to go pretty smoothly.