Note: I will now explain the format that was used for these stories. All 45 playable characters of Chrono Cross were included and GameFAQs users were to vote on one character to save and one character to kill (hence the S and K next to each name at the top of the round listing). Characters that were saved did the killing and received immunity into the next round and ties in votes resulted in multiple characters being killed or receiving immunity. Keep in mind these voting results were the interactive part of the story and the other writers and myself had a definite plot in mind the whole time. The author of each round is listed in bold underneath. Also, Rounds 1-4 were originally taken care of by someone else who did not write stories like this, so we had to rewrite them right before our finale (meaning in actuality Round 5 was the very first round every written by the writing team). Thanks to I AM SERGE from GameFAQs for helping us edit these.
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Round 1 - Glenn (S), Korcha (K), Mojoy (K)
Deep within the dense green forest, a broad river carved a meandering line through the vegetation. A clearing, the result of a mudslide from heavy rains, sat at the edge of the river. The calm, wide river's murky brown water was like a dirty mirror until ripples radiated from a clump of mud that flew from the shore. There, two fighters were battling it out. One had a red mohawk, wore summer clothes, and wielded a fishing pole. The other sported candle headgear, had a straw body, and had his dukes up.
"That's nice work, Mojoy, but I'm too fast for that!" said the one with the mohawk.
"Boogum! I will have to try-um harder, then. Here I come, Korcha!" Mojoy charged at Korcha with his arms waving frantically in the air. He swung them at Korcha's torso, but the Guldovian saw it coming and easily dodged it. Mojoy's momentum caused him to stumble a bit, and Korcha took full advantage of it. He aimed for Mojoy's head with his free hand. The straw doll leaned back until his giant nail touched the ground, evading the attack with much more ease than Korcha.
"You may be-om good at evading attacks, but no one can coompare-om to me in that category!" Mojoy proudly proclaimed.
Korcha quickly back-stepped, brought the fishing pole back, and swung his arm forward, releasing the line at a wide arc. Mojoy could not escape this time, and the fishing line wrapped itself around the straw good-luck charm, constricting the movement of his arms.
"I have other ways to catch people! I'm gonna getCHA now!" The redhead rushed toward Mojoy and hit him hard in the chest with the pole, knocking him awkwardly on his side. Korcha leaned over the helpless Mojoy and pointed his pole at his throat.
"Ha! Looks like I win, Mojoy!" Korcha gleamed.
Unexpectedly, a sword impaled itself into the mud less than an inch from Mojoy's body. The fishing lines around Mojoy fell limp to the ground.
"What?! Who's there?! Show yourself!" Korcha demanded.
"Leave that person alone, rogue!" A green blur emerged from the camouflaging undergrowth and shoved Korcha back. He stooped next to Mojoy and helped him to his feet. "Are you alright, sir?"
"Um, yeah, I'm okay-om, Glenn," Mojoy replied as he wiped the mud from his straw.
"Then step aside as I handle this knave." Glenn picked up his sword, unsheathed his other one, looked back at the stunned Guldovian, and charged.
Korcha stepped back and brought his hands up defensively. "W-wait! It's not whatCHA think!"
The dragoon paid no heed to his pleas to reason. He raised his first Einlanzer high above his head while holding the other in front of his face as protection from any blows from below. Korcha desperately blocked the sword with his fishing pole. It saved his life but left him defenseless, as his pole was turned into splinters upon impact with the legendary sword. Left with no choice, Korcha decided the only chance for survival would be to fight back. He heedlessly ran up to Glenn with his fist pulled back and face determined. His face instantly changed into a shocked, painful expression, and his eyes rolled back until only his whites showed. Korcha fell to the mud dead, his chest impaled by the dragoon's Einlanzer.
Glenn withdrew his sword from the body and sheathed both swords without a word.
"No!! Why did-om you do that foor?! Why did you kill him?!" Mojoy angrily shouted at Glenn while frantically running toward his slain friend. "Right through the chest..." He whispered as he subconsciously touched the nail lanced through his own chest.
"Friend? He was about to kill you! What kind of friend does that?!" Glenn was taken aback. This was the last thing he expected the straw doll to say.
Mojoy got up and stepped toward the dragoon, confronting him. "He was my friend. We weren't really fighting-om; it was only training. We were excited about the start of the coontest, so we decided that it would-om be best for us to start practicing."
"Oh, I didn't know...I'm sorry." Glenn looked down at the mud on his boots.
The flames spouting from the candles on Mojoy's head burst into a red blaze. "You're soorry? I don't believe-om you! You don't look sincere at all!"
"How dare you!" Glenn was insulted.
"You are much too rash. You do not think-om before you act; you slash and gash-om before knoowing the entire situation! And I think you secretly enjoyed killing-om the booy, didn't you? You took pleasure in taking his life."
"Of course I didn't! That's preposterous!" Glenn refuted the accusations, growing angrier by the second.
"Glenn, you really need-om to learn to loove, and I will teach you hoow!" Mojoy spun himself into a cartwheel and rolled into Glenn, knocking him into a muddy puddle. The dragoon quickly picked himself up and drew his swords.
"Don't make me laugh! You, a straw doll, are attacking me, a trained dragoon with two Einlanzers? You don't stand a chance!" Glenn scoffed at Mojoy's aggression.
"I sense-om bad luck for yoou!" Mojoy countered as he leaned back onto his nail and spun horizontally, aiming his kicks at Glenn, who extended his sword out in anticipation of the attack. The Einlanzer struck against the bottom of Mojoy's straw legs, cleanly slicing about six inches off each leg. The straw doll righted himself on his stumps, a little shorter, but still in the fight.
Glenn stepped back in case Mojoy counterattacked and tried something different. Suddenly, the air around Mojoy spontaneously combusted, wrapping the straw doll in flames. 'That thing is made of straw so it should be weak to fire,' Glenn reasoned. Things didn't turn out as planned when the flames died down, revealing the straw doll still standing, albeit a little smoky. 'Curious opponent...'
Returning to more conventional attacks, Glenn continuously swung his blades, hacking off bits and pieces of Mojoy, until there was only a torso and a head laying on the ground. Instead of striking with the Einlanzer, he opted for a different approach. He grabbed onto the nail imbedded in Mojoy's chest and pulled. Mojoy could do nothing but look into Glenn's eyes with horror as the nail was completely removed. In the gaping hole in his chest, a shining light was emitted, lighting up Glenn's face. He stepped back, holding his arm in front of his face to shield the light from his eyes. Glenn watched as flames emerged from the shining hole and immediately spread all over the dry straw body, like he was kindling.
"Bad luck for yoou..." were the last words of Mojoy, the good-luck charm.
"What is that supposed to mean? Is it some sort of omen?" Glenn pondered the words as he walked back to camp. "I have no need for such worries! No one can beat me! I have this contest in the bag!"
As Glenn entered the camp, he bumped into Marcy, who was in a rush. "Watch where you are going, brat!" He snapped.
"Humph! I have no time to, like, deal with you! I have to get some healing herbs," Marcy said as she stomped past the fuming dragoon.
"Healing herbs? What for?" Glenn called to Marcy.
"Like, it's for Poshul. She has fleas," Marcy replied as she left the camp and entered the jungle.
"Fleas, huh? I will make sure to stay away from her, then," Glenn noted while walking into his tent, his head held high. "Anyone else, though, I will gladly take on!"
By: TenkoStar17
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Round 2 - Draggy (S), Grobyc (S), Harle (S), Irenes (S), Janice (S), Marcy (S), Pierre (S), Pip (S), Serge (S), Poshul (K)
When Leena woke up the next day, she noticed that Poshul was already up. She was milling about in the sand and scratching with all her might.
"That's odd," she remarked. "Poshul is the latest sleeper of us all."
At breakfast, Leena asked if anyone else noticed that Poshul was stirring.
"Like, duh," Marcy replied. "Poshul was, like, up all night. She kept, like, barking and rolling."
"Poshul rolled over moi!" Harle said angrily. "I am t'inking zat Poshul 'as ze fleaz, no?" Harle inquired.
"I vould study it, but I 'ave little equipment," Luccia said.
Just then, Serge and Orlha came up to the breakfast table, chasing a frantic Pip.
"What's going on?" Leena asked. Serge gave no reply, although he looked extremely uncomfortable.
"It's that damn Poshul! She started scratching her head and she gave Serge and Pip fleas. We've been trying to get Pip to take a bath but he keeps running away," Orlha said, thrusting her hands onto her hips.
"No way, I don't wike baths!" Pip shouted.
"And you don't get it before me!" Janice shouted. The rabbit girl looked undeniably agitated as she shifted and tried to eat her breakfast without moving too much.
"We have to, like, take care of that flea bucket!" Marcy spoke up. Leena looked hurt, but she started to feel an itch about her.
"Fine, but I want no part in it."
"I don't either. I've got to get the bar ready," Orlha responded.
Serge, Pip, Janice, Marcy, and Harle hid in the bushes. Poshul had been rolling around in the sand ever since she had fleas. They had to put the dog down and end her fleas once and for all.
"Tally ho! It seems you want to do something about le itch." Pierre came up to the group.
"Don't forget me, rarrr!" Draggy roared.
"Good, now that, like, Draggy is here, we can, like, set Poshul on fire," Marcy reasoned.
"Marcy, vous are zo devious." Harle said with a smile. This was going to be interesting.
"Like, shut up, Harle!" Marcy shouted. The girls were locked into a staring match until the bushes startled rustling. Someone was coming!
" Grobyc-has-a-question-to-those-who-are-stronger. What-is-it-that-gets- into-Grobyc's-joints-and-causes-discomfort?" The metallic cyborg asked.
"Whoo! It's a flea!" Janice shouted exuberantly. "Poshul has them and she gives them to us!"
"Then-Poshul-must-be-eliminated. She-makes-the-team-weak," Grobyc decided.
"Allons!" Harle said.
The group launched a full frontal assault against Poshul, who confusedly looked at the group.
"Whath going on, Sergiepoo?" Poshul asked innocently. Pip wanted to bite Poshul, until he realized that fleas would get in his mouth. Marcy couldn't punch the dog for the same reason. Pierre was going to slash the mutt, but he started fretting that fleas would eat his sword.
"Idiote! Fleaz do not eat metal!" Harle shouted, ready to spare the dog and kill Pierre instead.
That's when Draggy, following Marcy's advice, spit a fireball at Poshul. Her fur caught on fire so she immediately ran into the ocean, and a cloud of steam blocked the group's vision of her for a moment. When it rescinded, Poshul was nowhere to be found.
Scouting around in the water, the group saw bits of Poshul's singed fur, presumably still flea-infested, but the dog herself was missing. Harle pointed out to the water when she saw something moving. Upon closer look, it was the streamlined shape of Irenes.
"Mademoiselle Irenes, did you see Poshul anywhere?" Pierre called.
"She was clouding de water, son of man, so I used my tail and hit her away." Irenes responded. Serge and Harle looked into the sky and could swear they saw a giant purple ball flying over the horizon and out of sight.
"I was in charge of the cleaning of de oceans back home. I could get anyt'ing out with my tail." Irenes gave a deviously evil look towards the group and then proceeded to spit water on them. "I t'ink dis will get rid of t'ose fleas."
"Irenes!" Pierre shouted. The group had taken cover behind the "hero" and he bore the brunt of her salt-water bath.
After the group bathed in a nearby lagoon, they returned to the table, where many of the other castaways, who had not been flea-infected, were up and milling about.
"Hey, where'd the dog go?" Karsh asked. He was in charge of clearing the trash today, and he had to give Poshul all of the bones and leftovers that no one else wanted.
"She had ze fleaz zo she went for a long swim," Harle responded. "At least we don't 'ave problemz like zat anymore."
As soon as Harle had finished talking, Sprigg started with a loud, obnoxious hiccup. Marcy smacked her hand against her head.
By: Matt620
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Round 3 - Guile (S), Leena (S), Orlha (S), Sprigg (K)
Doc stared at Sprigg, who was complaining that she had lost control of her Dopplegang ability.
"So, dude, what is the problem?" asked Doc.
"It all started the day I drank that woter. Somethin' the bloody 'ell was wrong with it," Sprigg explained. "And now I can't..." Hiccup
Sprigg turned into a Beeba. "It Beeba strange," said Sprigg, who sounded like she was a Beeba. Hiccup
Sprigg turned back into her normal dwarven self. "So, wot can ya do?"
"I have no idea," said Doc, as Orlha ran into the room.
"Doc, we have another patient!" exclaimed Orlha. "Leena said that she found Guile passed out in the forest last night, and she wants to make sure that he is okay."
"I'm fine," said Guile, who was being pushed into the tent by Leena.
"People don't randomly pass out in the woods!" exclaimed Leena. "You are going to be checked out by Doc!"
Hiccup!
"Sprigg? Whoa, those were some strong drugs, dude, cause you're hot now!" said Doc.
"Thank you for curing my hiccups," said a voice that didn't belong to Sprigg. Where Sprigg had been standing was now a female figure.
"Sprigg?" asked Orlha.
"Sprigg no longer exists," said the female. "I am Flea."
"Flea? Where? I'll smash it!" exclaimed Leena.
"Wow! You're a hot chick," Doc stared at Flea.
"I'm a guy!!!! Male, female, what's the difference? Power is beauty."
"Flea is a dangerous person," said Guile. "We must destroy him."
"Have we met? You look really familiar," asked Flea. "Oh well, I guess it's time to fight." Flea blew a kiss at Doc. Doc pulled out his throwing dagger and threw it at Orlha, grazing her arm.
"That was a charm spell," noted Orlha. "Leena, let's smash that Flea!" Orlha and Leena got out their weapons and ran towards Flea. They appeared to form an X, but instead of completing the strike they started smacking Flea.
"Get away from me!" yelled Flea, who spun around like a whirlwind and blew the girls to the side of the tent. While Flea was distracted, Guile snapped Doc out of his confusion.
"Doc, throw that vial now!" Guile yelled.
Doc flung the vial at Flea's face. The vial shattered, splattering Flea with acid.
"My beauty! It's melting!" Flea screamed.
Guile levitated his rod in Flea's direction, aiming for his stomach. The rod ripped through Flea's stomach and came out the other side.
"No, I...." Flea turned back into Sprigg.
"Sprigg!" exclaimed Leena. "Are you alright?"
"It was the woter," Sprigg said faintly. "Thank... you..."
Doc grabbed Sprigg's hand, checking for a pulse. "She's dead, Leena. Orlha, get me a drink."
By: Alanna82
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Round 4 - Irenes (S), Marcy (S), Macha (K)
Although they had only been on the island for a few days, everyone was getting sick and tired of only nibbling on fruits and berries for sustenance. Norris and a few others had decided to go hunting and shot a few unfamiliar animals. They looked good to eat, however, much to the hunting party's dismay, they tasted like total and utter crap. Even now if anyone was to mention animal flesh to the solider, he would run off into the woods somewhere and divest his belly of whatever food had found its way into it.
It became a unanimous decision that a cook was needed quite badly if the group was going to live on this island any longer. That's when Orcha decided the group should have a cook-off. Anyone who wished to become the island's new chef would have to win the culinary competition first. Not only would the winner be in charge of all meals, but he or she would also be allowed slightly bigger portions and a little plushier tent. Entries came from all around and at the height of the sun's zenith in the sky the competition was set to commence.
Wanting no part in the actual cooking, but eager to sample all the delicious food just the same, Kid had volunteered to be the judge. She also recruited Serge and Pip as her subordinates, just in case she needed a second opinion or started to get full. A quick scan over the cooks and the thief just began salivating as the aromas hit her square in the face. Slaving over their respective grills and cauldrons, from left to right, was Starky, Orcha, Marcy and Irenes, Leena, Funguy, and Macha.
"Well, guess we should start with the little alien first," said Kid. Serge and Pip nodded in agreement. The group walked over to Starky's pot. There were various animals and herbs in different states all around the diminutive extraterrestrial. Kid averted her eyes, trying not to think about the combination bubbling in the cauldron.
"Hewwo, Stawky," smiled Pip, as he bounded up to his friend.
"Why, hello to yoou, Piip," said the alien, as he rushed to get everything ready for the judging team.
"What do ya have here?" asked Kid.
"It's a fiine blend of animal meeat, herbs, and spiices, all topped ooff with a special sauce," replied Starky, as he produced three bowls and proceeded to fill each of them up halfway with his concoction. "I believe yoou will liike it."
Each of the judges downed the contents and they all looked quite pleased at the results. No matter where Starky came from one thing was apparent: the little guy could cook! Kid then decided to ask the alien a little more about the dish.
"So, what's in the special sauce?" she wondered.
"Oh, that..." Starky began as he beckoned everyone closer. "Don't tell anyone since it iis a secret, but I saw thiis bear in the woods. He sprayed thiis yellow substance all over a nearby tree and theen licked it. I went over too examine and saw iit was quite high in nutrients. So I decided to use it iin my soup."
"Ulp," Kid said, turning a slight shade of green. "Ummm... I think we should go look for someone else. Thanks, Starky, but humans don't eat the stuff that comes out of animal's front sides. Let's get outta here!" She ran off to the next table, leaving a perplexed Starky.
"Not out of thee front?" he questioned to himself. "Maaybe out of the back...yees, that muust be it..."
Orcha was baking a succulent blend of fish, venison, and other meats. Everything was surrounded with roots and a wide assortment of greens. The presentation was beautiful and the three judges' stomachs were audibly rumbling.
"Here's some fish for ya," Orcha handed Pip a plate. "And some goose for Serge and venison for Kid."
They all chewed over their meals and seemed quite happy with the results.
"Orcha, that was great!" exclaimed Kid. "Regardless of what everyone else makes, you have a good shot at gettin' the job. Keep up the good work!"
"Don'tCHA be forgettin' me," the overweight chef added, as he winked at her. "I'll be the best cook this island has ever seen!"
Next on the list was the dynamic duo of Marcy and Irenes. The scene here was quite different from the previous stations. Ingredients were in disarray, the mixture was bubbling in an eerie way, and both women just seemed to be throwing things into the pot haphazardly.
"Bloody hell! What's goin' on here?" Kid inquired.
"Ummm...uhhhh... like, nothing Kid," answered Marcy. "We were just about readying the meal."
"Ya, it ist our masterpiece," Irenes chuckled, to which Marcy elbowed her aunt in the ribs.
The little Deva then readied a bowl of her food, took one whiff of it, and threw some powder on top. "Here try this," she said as she offered the liquid up to Kid.
The thief took one sip and immediately spit it out.
"What is this stuff? You call this food?! It has enough garlic in it to kill every last one'a us!" Kid spat.
"That was only to cover up da scent..." Irenes began.
"Which is still disgustin'! You two might be good at some things, but clearly cookin' ain't one'a them!"
"Why the gawwic? Was thewe a vampiwe?" asked Pip.
"I dunno, Pip. Let's move on ta the next person," Kid replied.
The judges walked away and Glenn approached the two distraught cooks. He was flashing his cocky smile and laughing at both of them. Marcy shot him the nastiest look she could muster.
"Like, what's your problem?" the little girl wondered, anger seeping into her voice.
"You," Glenn answered. "You have definitely tried to do too much with too little. You try to fight, you try to cook, and you try to be cute. Too bad you fail at all of them."
"And you're one to talk," Marcy shot back. "You go around all day, like 'I'm Glenn, I'm a great swordsman, look at me with my two blades...blah blah blah blah...', but no one even cares. If it weren't for those Einlanzers you probably couldn't even harm a fly, since we all know it could outsmart you!"
"Watch your tongue, brat!" Glenn barked. "I could easily take someone down without using my swords. My intellect is nothing to be scoffed at."
"Then do it," Irenes stated. "Next person that ist disposed of by you must be without da swords."
"Fine, I accept your challenge and agree," Glenn huffed. "But just remember, that next person might be you." The dragoon stared right into Marcy's eyes before he turned and left.
"What a jerk," Marcy sighed. "I swear I'm going to teach him a lesson one of these days."
"Ya," agreed Irenes. "Why do you t'ink the dish was rejected? It looked fine to me and we even got Macha's advice."
"Yeah, we did...hey..." Marcy said, an idea forming in her head. "Macha was the one that told us to use garlic originally to cover up any bad smells we had. I bet it was her fault that our dish was rejected. She just wants to win it for herself!"
"Well, two can play at dat game," laughed Irenes. "Come with me, dear niece. It ist time for some revenge." The relatives then walked off into the woods to discuss their plan.
The girl from Arni had been slaving away over a hot stove and oven all day and had just placed her food out to cool off. There were pies, brownies, cookies, and various other sweets. Everything looked great, but there was no food around that could actually be part of a meal.
"Hey, Leena," Kid piped in. "All those desserts look all well an' good, but there ain't any other dishes. What gives?"
Leena looked around in shock and then back to her own table of goodies.
"Well, I didn't have time to look over all the rules since I was rushing and I decided to ask someone what to do. Doc told me to make brownies, so I figured I would make other desserts too. Only when coming here did I see..." Leena began to trail off as a slight flush filled her face.
"Well, I guess to be fair we'll still sample the food," Kid interrupted, as each of the judges grabbed some of the sweets to try them out.
"Vewy good," smiled Pip. Serge nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, I like 'em too," said Kid. "But we just haven't seen enough of your cookin' to crown ya head chef. You could always help out in the kitchen, though."
"Ummm...I'll think about it," sighed Leena as she walked away, feeling a little dejected. Serge watched her as he walked off, feeling a little sad for his friend. A judge was supposed to remain impartial, though, and what Kid had said was right. Give Leena time and eventually she might make things as good as Orcha.
It was hard to miss Funguy as he was singing a raucous song while flipping steaks over on the grill. Every so often, he would powder them with some of his spores, but the intervals between these garnishings were completely random. He didn't even seem to notice the judges approaching, almost smashing Serge in the head with his spatula.
"Oi, watch it there, Funguy!" Kid called out. "Ya almost beamed Serge in the head!"
"Sorry," he apologized. "You'll love what I'm cooking, so it'll all be worth it."
"Awe they done yet?" wondered Pip.
"As a matter of fact, they are!" smiled the demi-human. "Bon appetit!"
The steaks smelled fine but upon biting into them they felt very rubbery. The more the judges chewed the more they came to realize they weren't eating meat. Instead it was some kind of vegetable mixture made to look like a steak.
"What is this stuff? It tastes so..." began Kid.
"...Absolutely wonderful?" interrupted Funguy. "Yeah, they're tofu steaks. I swore off meat ever since I transformed. I got more in touch with nature and live off the land now. Aren't they just the greatest or what?"
"Or what," mumbled Kid, her mouth still full of the tofu monstrosity.
"What was that?" asked Funguy.
"Nothing," Kid replied. "We'll get back to you. Tough decision and all. You know how it is."
"Take your time," Funguy chuckled, as the three ran off to go spit out the food somewhere. "Kids. They always want to eat healthier, even if they don't know it. I wish my Lisa understood that. Oh well." Oblivious to everything else around him, Funguy finished making the rest of his tofu abominations.
Macha was beginning to ready her gumbo together when Irenes and Marcy came over.
"WhatCHA want?" asked the matronly figure.
"Nothing, we just, like, want to wish you the best of luck," said Marcy. "Too bad your garlic idea didn't help us."
"I'm sorry," Macha apologized. "Sometimes things don't always turn out like we hope. It's a learning experience, hun."
"Yeah, I know," Marcy said. In the corner of her eye she winked at Irenes. The mermaid then dumped a whole handful of rotten shrimp into the gumbo and mixed it up real quickly.
"It smells great, ya," Irenes exclaimed, as she brought her face up from the bowl. "Well, good luck, Macha."
"Thanks a lot, girls," said Macha. "And don't worry, things will start to go your way in due time."
"Like, they're about to right now," snickered Marcy to Irenes, as the two left.
'"Hmmm...better check it one last time before the judges come round," Macha said to herself. After tasting the new soup, something seemed a little off to the woman from Guldove, but she couldn't place exactly what it was. "Oh, Macha you worry too much don'tCHA know," she laughed to herself.
"Ready for us, Macha?" Kid asked.
"Ready as I'll ever be," croaked Macha. Startled at the sound of her own voice, she could feel her airway constricting slightly.
"Smells good," Kid remarked. "Hopefully it tastes great too."
"Yes...hun..." struggled Macha, as she prepared a bowl for Kid and the other two. Beads of sweat began to pour down the woman's face.
"Are you alright, there?" wondered Kid with a concerned look on her face.
"...Fine..." said Macha, with her hands on her throat.
Kid looked a little dubious, but began eating the gumbo just the same. It tasted fine until she bit on something that squished in her mouth and left a rancid taste. She pulled it out only to discover the offensive food item was a rotten shrimp.
"Ewwww...these shrimp are sick," said Kid, waving the rotten animal in front of her face. "What are ya tryin' ta pull?"
Macha realized Marcy and Irenes had tricked her. They hadn't come over to wish her luck, but to mess up her cooking. Things were much worse for her, though.
"...Allergic...shell...fish..." Macha struggled to say as she slumped to the ground. "Get...Doc..." Her breathing was very labored and her eyes had taken on a glassy look. Her lips and neck had also swollen up to almost ridiculous proportions.
"Serge! Get help quick!" Kid said to her companion. With a nod, he was off and running to find the island's resident physician.
"Keep stwong," consoled Pip.
Serge had found the physician and was practically dragging him by the arm over to the scene. The situation had taken a turn for the worse, though. Doc felt all over Macha for a pulse but came up with nothing.
"Awww, dude. Why? Why?!" screamed Doc. He then began to pound the ground next to Macha's dead body. "It...never...gets...any...easier..."
Just then a bell rang off in the distance.
"Ooh, lunch time," the physician said, licking his lips. He then ran off to get his meal.
Kid, Serge, and Pip walked over to the head of the group to make their announcement.
"Thanks to all the chefs who competed, but we have came to a decision," Kid boomed. "Our new cook is...Orcha!"
There was much cheering and applause as the obese man got up and did a little dance. People laughed at him, glad for a change in the dismal atmosphere that had plagued them recently.
"Who da man? Who da man?" chanted Orcha. "I'm da man! Hot CHA CHA!!" Not looking where he was going, Orcha's stomach bumped into Glenn.
"Get that thing off me you fat slob!" yelled Glenn.
"Looks like someone isn't going to get any dessert tonight with that attitude," Orcha chided the dragoon. A good number of people laughed at Orcha's comment. Glenn turned red in the face and stormed off in anger.
Off to the side Luccia and Grobyc were discussing something in hushed tones.
"Why-did-you-have-to-do-it-sister?" asked the cyborg. "The-steam-room-was- fine-as-it-was. The-dimensional-crosser-was-unnecessary. Now-you-have- weakened-our-current-reality."
"Shush!" replied Luccia in a terse whisper. "It von't affect anyone. Just keep quiet and no one vill know..."
"As-the-dimensional-walls-break-down-our-dimension-will-grow-more-and-more- unstable. It-might-even-collapse-in-on-itself!"
"I'm vell avare. Just say nothing and it should all be fine."
Just then a little figure clad in green clothes and a strange hat walked up to them. He held a wooden shield in his right arm and wielded a peculiar sword in his left. The person seemed to be looking for something very intently on the ground, as he was chopping grass away with well-timed horizontal swings. Finally, he found what he was looking for as he grabbed a collection of rocks. Holding them up in the air, they shone with a light above his head while music played somewhere in the background. The little person vanished as quickly as he appeared. Both Luccia and Grobyc were shocked at what they saw as they just stared at each other.
"I-hope-you-are-right," Grobyc said, eyeing his sister in disgust.
Deep within the woods, Glenn was walking and kicking a rock in anger.
"Stupid fat man," Glenn snarled. "Thinks he can make fun of me...I'll show him..." Not looking where he was going the dragoon ran right into the middle of a group of men in orange jumpsuits.
"What are you doing here?" Glenn wondered.
"We should be asking you da same thing, punk!" said one of the bigger men. "We were in da Emerald City one minute and da next thing we know we're sitting in some kinda forest. What's sup with that?"
"I can't really help you there," Glenn said, trying to go around the group of men.
"Then can you at least show us to da fresh meat?" the big man pleaded. "If you get my drift..."
"Fresh meat..." mused Glenn. He then remembered the bumbling oaf that had ticked him off recently. A plan began to formulate in Glenn's mind, one that didn't even involve his swords.
"Stick with me, gentlemen," Glenn said as a devilish grin spread over his face. "And I'll show you all the 'fresh meat' you can handle."
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Round 5 - Kid (S), Serge (S), Sneff (S), Mel (K)
Sneff wanted to show Serge and Kid his new magic trick, but he was a little worried as it had not been perfected yet.
Kid told him not to worry and convinced Mel to help him out.
Mel got onto the table and proceeded to be sawed in half. Only after a lot of screaming had Sneff realized that he had picked up the wrong saw. Silly Sneff!
"Take that, you little brat!" spat Kid, in between bursts of laughter. "That will show you next time you think of swiping my elements!"
Serge, of course, said nothing as Sneff frantically searched for a mop and bucket.
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Round 6 - Glenn (S), Orcha (K)
Orcha was relaxing in the steam room after a long hard day of cooking. You know, manly work.
Glenn walked in. "Orcha, I'd like to talk to you about something," said Glenn, calmly.
"Sure, whatCHA want to talk about?" asked the fat oaf.
"Well, it's about your pick-up skills. They're, how you say, lacking," replied Glenn.
"WhatCHA saying?!" shouted a shocked Orcha. "I'm a chick magnet!"
"Not with those!" retorted Glenn, pointing to Orcha's chest.
"My man boobs?" cried Orcha. "But they are my pride and joy."
"Yeah, well, they have to go," said Glenn. Glenn rustled around inside his pack and pulled out a decidedly feminine undergarment. "Here, put this on," Glenn indicated to Orcha.
"A bra? Those are for girls!" Orcha said confused.
"Don't be silly, big guy. It's a 'bro'. Chicks dig 'em," reassured Glenn.
"Well, OK, if it's so I can get some action, then I guess it's fine," reasoned Orcha as he slipped the bro on. "Thanks a bunch, Glenn. You're a true friend."
"No problem," said Glenn, as he walked out of the steam room. Once outside he grabbed a nail and hammer and proceeded to hammer a sign up. He then turned to a bunch of seedy looking characters that were waiting outside the steam room. "He's all yours guys," said Glenn as he walked off.
The sign on the door said 'OZ' and the men rushed in. Orcha was never heard from again.
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Round 7 - (Marcy)
Pt. 1
It was getting pretty heated out there on the island.
After frantically scrambling around and scheming and such, there was no clear-cut winner.
So the round continued...
(This was due to the fact that Marcy had the most amount of kill and save votes, creating a paradox. We let the voting remain open, but this problem was not resolved. Instead, we then took the idea of a paradox and wrote the second part.)
Pt. 2
Marcy, Kid, and Irenes were talking amongst themselves as proud members of The Orphans Club.
"So who do ya like the best?" asked Kid.
"I like Turnip," replied Irenes. "His green hair ist so sexy."
"Good luck on that one," added Kid. "NeoFio's got her vines all over him. Even though everyone thinks I'm inta Serge, I really have a thing for Skelly. Somethin' 'bout the undead does it fer me. What about you Marcy?"
"I like Fargo," piped Marcy. "At first I was like, he's so old, but then I was like, whatever!"
At this statement Kid and Irenes stopped their conversation and stared at Marcy. In the distance some crickets chirped.
"That's just sick, Marcy!" shouted Kid. "He IS yer Dad, ya know? And another thing, how did ya even get into The Orphans Club? 'Cept for your mom, all yer family is right here."
"Like, whatever, I have no family," sulked Marcy. "Maybe when I get bigger I can, like, start one. With Fargo..."
Kid and Irenes just shook their heads. "Well anyway, Glenn said to head over to the campsite soon. He's been feelin' a few weird distortions in this dimension," explained Kid. "Just to be sure, we should all be next to the Astral Amulet in case we need to dimension hop. Head over in ten minutes. OK, Marcy?"
"Like, I heard you the first time," snapped Marcy. With that Irenes and Kid walked off toward the group.
After picking up a few sticks and playing around for some unknown purpose, something caught the child's eye.
"OOOOHHhhhh...YARN!" screamed Marcy as she went over to play with it. As she was making string animals, the whole island suddenly shook violently. There was a huge ripple in the center of the island where the campsite was, and then all was still.
"Like, uh-oh," squealed Marcy. She looked around her and saw no one else. To make matters worse, the edges of the island seemed to be going black and falling off. It seemed like this dimension was coming apart at the seams.
"Like, double uh-oh," said Marcy forlornly.
Meanwhile, the group was all coming to their senses, as they had just dimension-hopped to a more stable reality. Glenn was counting everyone off when he suddenly stopped.
"Hey, anyone seen Marcy?" he asked.
"That stupid little girl!" spat Kid. "I told her to come to the campsite!"
"Hey, Miss K, is there something we can do? Nyak-nyak-nyak!" blurted Skelly.
Kid thought about it for a minute and then had an idea. "Hey mate," she called out to Serge. "Do ya still have that Cross doo-hickey?"
Serge nodded his head.
"Do ya think you could Cross her into this world, then?" asked Kid.
Serge shrugged his shoulders.
Slightly annoyed at the seemingly unending pantomimes, Kid rolled her eyes. "Well, do ya think you could try?"
Serge, shook his head up and down emphatically with a grin on his face. He then pulled out the Chrono Cross and strained his face in an effort to concentrate.
"Do you think it will work, amigo?" asked Greco to Doc.
"Either it will or that dude is going to have one serious bowel movement, dude," replied the medical school graduate. "Whichever one happens though, this is going to be gnarly!"
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