It's a beautiful day outside, birds are singing, flowers are blooming. On days like these you ask yourself. WHY IN THE HELL DID I WIN FRUITS?
That was what Homer Simpson thought last time.
Stan: Let it go man you even nagging all day about that.
Peter: Haha you won useless fruits
Homer: Shut up!
Fry: I mean they are expensive so maybe you should give it a go?
Homer: Maybe you should try no not be so red haired.
Fry: Are you jealous of my hair?
Homer: N-no. I can complain if I want to.
Stan: Hahaha! Baldy! Baldy!
Homer: Why you little! *Goes to choke him like Bart*
''ENOUGH!''
The almighty orb shows up like always.
''Save your urge to kill each other for later, because today it's the time for killing''
Stan: Finally! I'll start with the Fatso. *pulls out his gun*
Peter: Whoa! Whoa! You always wanted to kill me or something?
Fry: I feel like he has some issues with fat people.
"I said save it for later! Your next challenge is going to be dangerous!"
Stan: Oh please, I deal with terrorists for a living. What could possibly be so dangerous?
Peter: A giant Chicken. It's not a giant chicken is it?
Requested by Devilboy101
basically the entire gang have to fight in a hunger game inspired arena and have to fight each other, all the while fighting off a hord of zombies, but not just any Zombies oh no, they have to either fight off a hord of zombies from Resident Evil or Left 4 Dead.
Weapons: Well Stan did win his gun from the last challenge, so he gets that and a random amount of bullets. The others get melee weapons (a Bowie knife, a camping axe, a tactical shovel, or a bat) they will have to draw what they get.
Name of the game: The hunger zombies
Reward: One of them gets there best friend. Stan (Roger), Homer (Moe), Fry (Bender), Peter (Cleveland or Joe)
Homer: Hmmm...Giant chicken *drools*
Peter: Trust me you don't want to run into a giant chicken
"Enough about the chicken! The next challenge is called The Hunger Zombies. Each of you will be put against each other while holding off hordes of Zombies."
Homer: I don't know about this.
Peter: yeah me neither.
The barrier on the neighborhood is lifted.
''Get your damm weapons or become zombies ration''
''Oh yeah? Too bad because it started now''
The guys scramble to get themselves ready, before becoming zombie chow.
They had weapons that had show. Homer gets the camping axe, Fry gets the tactical shovel and Peter gets the baseball bat meanwhile Stan had took his gun.
Fry: Says you! I played tons of video games. I have the knowhow.
Stan: This'll be a breeze for me.
Stan: Oh yeah? Then maybe i should take care of you right now *aims gun at him*
He starts to hear the zombies coming, they were not slow they were left 4 dead generic zombies.
Fry: Uh, Uh LOOK OUT ZOMBIE BEHIND YOU!
Stan: What!? *turn around*
When Stan Turns around Fry runs off.
Stan: Wait a minute...Dammit I can't believe I fell for that.
Peter: Oh crap RUN!
Everyone scatter around the place...
Homer: Got to hide, got to hide! AH!
''Let the games Begin HAHAHA!''
The fatman Runs into his house and quickly shuts the door.
Peter : I wish the guys were here. Joe or Cleveland would have made great Zombie bait.
The fatman puts the couch behind the door.
Peter: Well whatever i have this bat and this magical thingy coin i am totally ok.
'No my fat friend, you are not.'
Peter: What...who the fuck are you?!
'Me, well you can call me the Devil, or dp for short, and I happen to be a good friend of your current "GoD". Now do I have your attention?'
Peter: THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU!
The fat man said, crossing his fingers in a makeshift cross.
'...Are you done dumbass? Good now get your fatass into the kitchen, theirs a hammer and a box of nails waiting for you.'
Peter: Yes sir...what exactly am I suppose to do with those items?
'Your going to drive the nails into your bat, and create a zombie killing weapon, anymore questions?'
Peter: No sir, thank you sir.
The fatass said, before running into the kitchen to build up his weapon.
Meanwhile Fry was hiding from Stan and the zombies, He had gone in many dangerous adventures in space sure he dint had a robot or a beautiful one eye mutant to protect him but he had a weapon and some guts and he beat Resident evil 4 on medium so he was confident.
'Bet you didn't play Resident Evil 7 on Madhouse.'
Fry:...Ok? Who are you, and did you just read my mind?
'That I did Fry boy, and I go by many names, but Dp will suffice.'
Fry: Ok Dp, what's Resident Evil 7? Also what do you want?
'...Boy when you come out of this, I'll ask your "GoD" if I can show you that wonderful horror of a game, in a private setting, in the dark by yourself. But before then Fry I'm here to advise you on making your weapon more deadly yo the Zombie hord, also run into that hardware store across the street from you.'
Fry look and saw what Dp was talking about. Running across the street to hopefully avoid the hord, and running inside, Fry baracaided the entrance with a 2x4.
Fry: Ok voice in my head, what now?
'Grab the two saws on the shelf, and a roll of copper wire, and a car battery, that should be in the back. Also before I forget grab a pair of rubber gloves, your going to need them.
Fry: Ok everyone knows i am not very smart so i am going to ask. What exactly i am doing here? also why your helping me? i am special or something?
He said as he goes get all the stuff that he was asked to.
Oh your not that special, I simply like you better then the rest, well besides Homer. Anyways your building an electric shovel,which will power the saws to cut through the undead and to burn them as well.'
Fry: Wow Cool! I cant wait to see the look on their faces when they see me.
'Oh by the way Fry, behind you.'
When he turn around he is almost Kill by a zombie with a pitchfork, the generic zombie from Resident evil 4 but he dodge it uickly.
Fry: Ah! Hey this is not cool. Lets see how you like it when this happens with you.
He swings the tactical Shovel with all his current might.
With a lucky hit he got a hit right on the head with enough force to make it fall back and banm on the floor he is.
Fry: Taste my pain!
Starts to smash the Zombie face.
After a few moments of continually bashing in the zombies skull in, Fry stopped and began to breath heavily from the exertion.
'Well seeing as your able to take care of yourself, good luck and remember watch your ass.'
The Cia agent was hiding on Mr Hebert House feeling confident in the power of his gun and experience.
Stan: Why does this house has so many pictures of little boys. Are they these people house kids or something?
' No, no they are not, well besides Chris over their on the far right. The owner here is a sick paedophile.'
Stan whirled around gun at the read, pointing where he heard the voice.
'oh no a gun pointing at NOTHING! seriously dude your embarassing yourself,you cant survive with just one lame pistol in a zombie horde'
Stan: Who the fuck are you!?
'I have so many names, that they can rival the sheer number of ways people can die. I have been known as Alexander the Great, Cesar Emperor of Rome, Odin, King Author, but you shall refer to me as Dp.'
Stan: Your making that up to look important.
'Bitch, if I was making any of that up I would be giving you some advise on how to survive the zombies. But since you know better good luck you chubby bastard.'
Stan: Who are you calling chubby? I am super beefy so you know.
Then the sound of windows breaking can be heard upstairs. Stairs where just put for the Ganados (Resident evil 4) Zombies to get up.
"By the way Stan you may want to run, that or find a specialized thermalscop. And before I forget, both you and I know that you like to flex in front of a mirror, all the while singing the national anthem, all the while your beer belly hangs out for all the world to see.'
The voice dissapears as everyone now is time to work their ass off to survive the zombies and kill each other.
' So your really going to start this...challenge, without helping out the one known as Homer?'
''Oh yeah i forgot about fatso two, you think he is fine?''
'Eh he'll be fine. I think...should we check on him just in case?'
''Yeah do that''
Meanwhile Homer was running around in the street Screaming as a enemy zombie with a chainsaw and a baf on his head was trying to cut his head off.
'Well shit, looks like you could use some help.'
Homer: Yeah I could use one right about now!
'Take a left through the alleyway here.'
Homer runes through said alley way, narrowly dodging the zombie with the chainsaw. He kept running down the, thankfully empty, alleyway.
'Good, now keep running down the way, until you come upon a open back door to one of the buildings.'
Homer simply nodded and kept going, until he spotted a ajar door. Sadly it was covered by three zombies.
Homer: D'oh! What am I going to do? The damn door is covered by three of those things!
'Calm down Homer, remember you got a camp axe, use it on one of the zombies, and theirs a loose pipe you can use to kill the others. Also its whacking day.'
Homer: Ok Homer Jay Simpson, Its time to honor the pants you use. Oh geez i hope i can do this killing zombies thing.
He gets his weapon ready and Swings at one of the zombies and with a lucky hit he kills one of them with the axe. Though the chainsaw guy was getting close and those two dint look like they wanted to go down easy.
Homer kick the dead zombie off his axe, and then proceeded to throw it at the zombie on the right, nailing it between the eyes. Quickly Homer dodged the last zombie, grabbing the steel pipe as he ran inside the building.
Using said pipe, Homer jammed it between the door and the wall. After a few moments of calming down his racing heart, and getting as much air in him as he can.
'Ah good, you made it. After you regained you breath, head upstairs, theirs a surprise for you.'
Homer: Ahgnn Stairs? Just kill me already.
He starts going upstairs groaning all the while like all fat guys who hate exercise do.
After a few moments of continually climbing up the stairs, Homer arrived to an unlocked door, and when he open it he almost fainted. For in that room was the mother load of weapons and food.
Homer: Wow!
The yellow fat dude sees a doomsday prepper hideout, filled out with MRE'S, a Semi-auto shotgun, an Ak-47, a .50 Cal Sniper rifle, a freaking Anti Tank rifle, and lastly a prototype railgun.
'Pretty Sweet right?'
Homer:...I think I'm in heaven! I'm going to live!
Homer shouted out to the heavens! Even thanking the voice for helping him through that nightmare in the alleyway.
'Just try not to waste your time eating the rations ok?'
Homer: I promise nothing.
Stan really had no idea on what he was doing. For one he was running low of ammunition, and had to resort with using a tire iron as a melee weapon, while he was running away from a hoard of Zombies, which mind you CAN FUCKING RUN!
Stan: Ohshitohshitohshitohshitohshit!
' Ah I see that the chubby gaylord is learning a valuable lesson, in respect to your betters. Hows the extended cardio?'
Stan: Gaylord? I am very straight thank you ver much, i have two kids to prove and one hot wife. How in the fuck zombies can run? arent they suppose to be all slow.
' Not these one, their a bit faster and stronger then their normal rotten looking counter parts. Oh and fyi their called Crimson Heads.'
Stan: I dont fucking care about their names.
He turn around shooting his last bullets at the Crimson heads.
But they just kept coming, not taking notice of the bullets being shot at them. It was at this moment, when Stan heard the last of his bullets left the chamber, and the clicking that followed, he new he fucked up.
Quickly, with out even thinking, Stan jumped through a window, which was about 7 storeys up. Luckely he crashed landed onto a roof of a car, softening his fall somewhat.
Stan: Ouch! My back. Why i am so sloppy?
He throwns his gun away and then prepares his iron tire to bash any skulls for a good ol machine gun.
Though deep down, which Stan will never admit in public, he enjoy up close and personal encounters with his enemy's. It simply add fun into the encounter.
Another zombie from the Resident evil 4 shows up, he was using a pitchfork.
Stan: So you think you can kill me? try tough guy
But then his head explodes and a parasite called las plagas comes out of his head, it was the type with a shapr appendage that would swing around a deadly cut. It was gross.
Stan: Oh shit?!
Stand yelled out, and dodged out of the way of the Las Plagas sharper tentical, as it cut the car that Stan landed on in two.
Dude was now fucked he dint had and guns or flash grenade to make that freak show go die die and soon he would be the one but now he could run faster then that thing with no head right?
But as Stan tried to run, the plagas was able to get in hit on Stan, which cost him his left arm. The sheer force of the attack sent him crashing through a glass window of a building.
Stan: AHHHHH! MY ARM! MY FUCKING ARM! YOU BASTARD!
'Careful Stan your blood smell and screams will make more problems to fall upon you'
Stan: Oh fuck you man, what could be worst then losing my ARM!
Nemesis: STANNN.
' That Stan, is called Nemesis, and found its prey, namely you. Good luck.'
Stan: I wish Roger was here...he would probally be friend that thing and then later become his sex partner.
He said remembering how Weird his alien freeloader was.
'Stan stop thinking about your alien lover/friend/whatever, and either run or fight your choice.'
Nemesis: STANNNN.
Stan: FUCKKKK!
Meanwhile With Peter...
Peter at the moment was having a blast, he hadn't spotted any zombies at the moment and didn't need to do anything, besides stopping at the clam and getting a drink.
Peter: Man this is the life, i even get out of the house to get a drink and nothing.
Then he hears steps that makes the ground tremble.
Peter: What the fuck?
He walked over to the window, and saw a horrifying sight.
The beast punches the bulding making a lot of it be destroyed in the process.
Peter:...Yep, me and my big mouth, it always gets me into trouble.
The giant began to roar in Peters general direction, sending out a mini shock wave.
El Gigante: RRRRRAAAHHHHHHHH!
Peter simply stared at the monster, eyes wide in fright.
Peter: I think I just shit myself.
He rubs his pants and smell it
Peter: Yep for sure.
Then he runs like his life is in stack which it is. All in his hands was a baseball bat and a bottle of drink.
Peter: Cmon Peter think! What did Grand auto theft teached you?
'Try making a cocktail molotov i guess'
Peter: It's not that.
'Shoot a hooker, until she's dead?'
Peter: It's not that either...oh wait now I remember, I need to steal a car!
'Where your going to find a car that is totally open and functional right now?'
Peter: There's one right there.
Said Peter, pointing at a Semi-truck, which happens to be outfitted with a bulldozer blade.
'...Ok didn't see that there a second ago?'
''Oh yeah that was me DP!''
'Hey Billy Bob! I'm working here!'
''Sorry i am going to watch Dragonball Super byeeeeee''
'Wait what!? Wait for for me, he crazy bastard!'
Peter: I shall kill that guy over there and be victorious
The fatman gets inside the machine of a car and goes all the speed up against it.
Peter: I shall kill that that thing over their and be victorious! That or die a horribly slow and painful death!
Peter ran for the semi-truck, all the while the El Gigante walked towards it's victim. Luckely Peter made it to the truck, and was able to fit his fatass into the cabin.
Once inside, Peter frantically searched the cabin for keys, hoping that he wasn't screwed over, until he lifted down the sunvisor and the key dropped down into his awaiting palms. Cheering in triumph Peter put the key into ignition and the truck roared to life.
He started making his obnoxious laugh as he goes all speed up.
Meanwhile Homer was eating some food he found on his special little place while he thought he was one hundred percent safe from the chainsaw zombie with the bag on its head.
Homer: Thank god I found this place, I was starting to get hungry for awhile there.
He said, opening up another MRE and preparing it.
If only he know that the zombies where not having any of that shit as dangerous new types where getting closer to his place.
What Homer didn't know that a newer type of zombie was walking towards his door, after dealing with the remaining zombie, with it's head crushed into the brick wall, and the chainsaw user was missing his lower body, arms, and had his chainsaw cutting his torso in two.
The Tyrant through the door, like it wasn't even their, and slowly made it's way up the stairs. Slowly as it creeked along the staircase, making it moan because of the Tyrant's seer weight.
Homer for his part, sensed a disturbance, heard the moaning of the staircase, quickly he grabbed the biggest gun he could find, the Anti-tank rifle, and aimed it at the door, while using the bed to hold it in place.
Homer: I dont know who you are but you disturbed my lunch time so i will shoot you right in your dang head you bitch.
The door was thrown off its hinges, barley missing Homer who dodged out of the way in the nick of time. When he looked up, their in the door way stood a 6'4 greyed skin, mountain of a man, bald was his head, and pupilless.
All the same Homer to aim.
Homer: Smile you son of a bitch!
He pulls the trigger expecting a beautiful headshot.
It happens in slow motion.
The bullet leaves the barrel, and the sheer force behind it sent Homer flying backwards through the pile of weapons, food and ammo, and eventually through the wall. Luckly he was able to snag the semi-auto shotgun and the Ak-47, even some bullets for both guns mid flight.
He went soaring out of the building at high speeds over to the next building over. Breaking through the glass, and landing on top of a warn out mattress broke his fall.
Homer: D-did i get it? jesus fucking christ this was insane, are all anti tank weapons like they just throw your world upside down when you shoot them?
'Yes, yes they are. And as for your wannabe attacker, he's down.'
Homer: WOOO HOO! go homer go homer your them an zombie hunter and killer baby
'Whoa, hold on a minute, I said he was down, I didn't say he was dead.'
Homer: What? But that was an anti tank rifle that throw me out of the damm bulding and i shot right in front of him.
'You shot, and damaged him to the extreme, and because of that he'll be coming after you now.'
Homer: Ohhh fuck! I need to finish this quick or i be eaten
'No, what you need to do is run for that building on the other side of town, and hope that the Tyrant is in a forgiving mood. I would run now.'
Homer: God dammit.
"Sup are you guys dead yet?"
' No they are not, I'll give them this, they may be retarded, but their surprisingly durable. Especially Peter and Homer.'
''Maybe we should speed things up, we still have more challenges so how about we mark the location of one bulding where they all can met? with the excuse that if they dont do that the most deadly zombies will show up at once?''
meanwhile Fry was killing many generic zombies with his eletric Shovel with the saws that he learned thanks to someone he even had luck killing the ones that run fast.
Fry: Hahaha yeah! this is gross but i will survive
As he killed the last of the zombies, something slammed into him, sending him and whatever hit him to the ground. After he caught his breath, moaning out in pain all the while, he slowly stood up, and looked at what hit him.
Fry: What the hell? What is that?!
' That Fry is a Rail Gun.'
Fry: D-dammit who fired that? I gotta get myself up
'It wasn't fired, it simply was thrown from an explosion of epic proportions. And it may or may not have been me who help guid it here to you.'
Fry: So its mine? looks heavy
'It is, and it's really not that heavy, though it does have some kick.'
Fry: I wonder where i can use this.
'Oh I'm pretty sure you can figure it out, you might want to head to that tall building over their in the other wider of town.'
Fry: Why? is there something good for me?
'Oh you'll see.'
''do you think Peter and Stan are still alive after El gigante and Nemesis arrival?''
'Honestly? Just barley, and I'm pretty sure their screaming in fright.'
"Oh thats cool"
''Sure! show me a overall of what is shaking''
'Well, from what I can see, Stan and Homer are already at the top of the building, fighting each other and fighting the now mutated Tyrant, and Peter is making his way up said building, he's being followed a large hoard of zombies. Fry on the other hand is making his way over via rooftops, anything else?'
''What happened to the nemesis?''
'I actually have no idea.'
''Really? ahhn man, well i bet its ok''
Back to the guys who where fighting.
Stan: Give up noq, i took one of your weapons
Homer: The Ak-47? It's empty, luckily is still got my trust shotgun.
Said Homer as he fired at Stan, who dodged out of the way, and tried to fire back, but found that Homer was telling the truth.
Stan: FUCK!
He said, tossing the weapon at Homer, who simply moved out if the way.
Peter: Watch me world because i am coming
"Fucking unbelieavble how he survivez"
'I know right?! Seriously if that's not plot armor, I don't know what is.'
"Like goku getting his ass kick by EVERYONE and still have energy"
' That's one way to put it, another would be Spongebod and Patrick's friendship. No matter what happens, they will remain friends.'
" Like Stan and Peter Marriage. Ok who you bet will win?"
Fry: Cmon fry push it
'If I were to take a guess...Fry.'
Fry: I will miss you eletric shovel
As Fry took a step onto another rooftop, he slipped on a wet cement, making him fall on his back, and discharging the Rail Gun, making it fire into a certain distant building. Basically cutting said building in half, and another building behind it.
Fry: Holy mother of shit! Ahnn...was railguns this strong?
'My good sir, you have no idea.'
The guy had no idea where his bullets had just hit besides the buldings.
''Hey...so i think you dint realize but you made some big mayhem here that i think even zbomies would run from that...also you won''
Fry: Wait what?
' Fry you just won the entire tournament in one fell swoop...couldn't have done it better myself.'
Fry: Oh...geez so i kill them? oh man did they suffer a lot?
''Well some of them got their head blown up into pieces and some died almost right away before they hit the ground of the bulding so its a big mess''
Fry: Damm! i feel kinda bad even though i had to do this.
''Dont worry we fix this shit up and then later you getyour reward''
'Awesome, so were done torturing those guys with zombies?'
''For now yes but your free to come by''
In a snap of a finger Fry is back to the same neighboorhood of the main characters of family guy.
Fry: Wow!
Then three coffins show up in front of him. When they open up he sees Stan,Homer and Peter who came back from the dead. Not as zombies thought.
''Bet none of you met god to go to heaven''
Peter: Pfff Heaven maybe nice but God is weird, is all about dont touch me and stuff.
Stan: I have some small troubles with him.
Homer: Hell was nice that time i ate the world all Donuts.
''Ok stop! You guys lost and Fry won so he gets the reward''
Fry: YEAH! what did i win?
''Your Best friend to be here''
Fry: Wait what?
Bender: Fry, my meat sake from another, how yeah been!
The robot said, appearing behind Fry. Who jump in fright, at his friend's arrival.
Fry: Bender?
bender: You know i got confused when i got here and that guy said a bunch of stuff but hey! lucky us that are not working right?
Stan: Is that a robot?
Peter: And he is drinking beer.
Homer: Can i have some?
''Hey guys how do you feel to have even more people here? lets say...female''
Everyone: HELL YES!
Bender: Eh...I really don't care.
Two big boxes that could fit a human show up and start moving.
''Before this im telling you this is none of the people you know''
The first box reveals a red haired tall woman with a rather big bust, huge hips and a large behind. She wears a pale green blouse-shirt with a wide collar, white apron, dark green pants and her hands you cann see her wearing Yellow Gloves for cleaning.
The second woman also had big hips but seemed to have more volume even then the first one or maybe a little more on hern hips and ass instead of bust. She also had red hair and her head was in the shape of a square head and big circular eyes. The rest of her appearance consists of a midriff tank top, capri pants, and boots.
D's M: Uh...were the hell are we?
Debbie: What?! Where?! Who?!
Both women said in confusion, wondering what the was going on.
"Hello ladies."
''And Welcome to a world you will not get out until i say so hahaha! congratulations on being choosen to participate in my challenge utopia where people from beyond will give you guys challenges and rewards for your trouble''
D's M: Say what now? is this some sort of dream?
Debbie: Hahaha very funny ok guys please stop.
''Im afraid this is no joke or prank my dear big hip ladies, this is real and we! are gonna have fun hahahahaha! although not sexually because people cant really challenge things like sex''
Fry: What about sexy things?
''Thats ok as long as its not sex''
' Not yet anyways, and on another note little lady in the apran, what do we call you?'
Martha: ahn...Martha.
"Great name. Well this is the end for now,enjoy knowing each other"
'See you next time!'
The voices dissapeared out of nowhere leaving the Milfs jaw dropped.
Bender: So...who wants to drink?