[ Battle Royale Parody ] -- cowritten by Easter Bunny and Ducky
[ Chapter 3 ]
He was scared out of his wits.
Samuel Kwon (Male Student No. 4) had run his ass off after finally being called last. Unfortunately, he wasn't very fast, and he was quite lazy, so the farthest he managed to go was actually the boy's bathroom in the 300 building. He was now hidden within a toilet stall, crouching on the toilet with his arms around his knees, sweating profusely from all of the fear.
And he had just heard another explosion.
The first explosion was enough to send him into tears (at which his classmates promptly laughed at him). It signified that, contrary to Mrs. Price's sarcasm, Jennifer's head actually WAS blown off. This depressing thought was more gruesomely confirmed when he exited the 200 building only to find her decapitated body next to the door, the head blown off several meters away and a bloody worm feasting upon her boob (oh my God! Paddy!).
This next explosion, however, came from an unknown source. It was probable that somebody's head had just been blown off; this didn't matter as much, however, as the fact that it meant some people were actually playing the game! Or that some people were too fat to move around and were being blown up in forbidden zones. But it seemed unlikely.
As he was about to exit the isolated bathroom (which only had one exit) and run towards the corner of the field, he heard slow, shuffling footsteps. He quickly sat back down, squatting on the toilet seat so nobody would see his shoes underneath the stall door. He took out his supplied weapon from his day pack, a pair of glistening new chopsticks.
The steps were becoming louder.
Somebody was definitely coming towards him. He was terrified now, breathing heavily and sweating an ocean. He didn't realize his drops of sweat could be heard falling to the ground because his breathing was too loud.
The steps stopped in front of the stall door.
Samuel had now given up trying to hide his feet. He stepped off from the toilet and backed into the corner of the stall, chopsticks held in front of him like blunted short swords. The stall door was slowly opening, revealing the dark face of Johnny Nguyen (Male Student No. 1), complete with the cold, sadistic black eyes full of fluffy pink love.
"H-H-Hi, Johnny, g-g-good day today, i-isn't it?" Samuel was stuttering. His eyes meandered around the stall, and he was trying his best to stop his nervous sweating.
"You're holding your chopsticks at me. IS THAT A THREAT?" Johnny questioned. His eyes gleamed with that unique kind of 'love' that had by now become infamous.
"O-o-of course not, hehe, p-please don't hurt me," Samuel pleaded as he protectively pulled his arms around his face and groin."
"LIAR!" Johnny yelled, and swung the edge of his tennis racket straight into Samuel's temple. The sound of his skull being crushed could be heard as Johnny threw the tennis racket behind him, grabbed Samuel by the collar, and proceeded pummel him with furiously quick strikes. Eyes, nose, throat, jaw, all were bleeding or bruised by the time five seconds had passed. The drops of blood splattering to the ground mixed with his fallen sweat to create a swirling aurora of crimson.
Johnny grabbed Samuel by the neck and slowly pushed him off his feet, against the wall. "Now I will ask you again: were you threatening me?" Samuel gurgled in an effort to breathe. "What was that? Do you consider me too insignificant to answer or something?" More gurgling, this time mixed with pink bubbles frothing from his bloody mouth. "And now you spit on me? That was the worst mistake you've ever made. Besides, of course, breathing and sweating so much that I could hear you from deep within the 300 building. I always DID tell you that you needed more exercise, didn't I?"
SNAP.
Johnny Nguyen had finished this statement at the same time that he finished snapping Samuel Kwon's neck. His bloody head fell into the toilet, mixing the color of blood into the yellow color of unflushed urine.
Johnny grabbed his legs and dragged him out of the 300 building's bathroom. A smear of blood was formed as his bruised face was dragged across cement and dirt, across the quad towards the entrance of the 200 building. His body was dropped atop Jennifer's.
"I did you a bit of a favor there since I heard you liked� Paddy and Patty so much. Sick bastard. Hey, congratulations, killing you was fun. I like being the male antagonist!"
Johnny walked away, now armed with bloody chopsticks, which he decided would be more fun to wield than a simple tennis racket.
28 Students Remaining
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Tannie Duong (Female Student No. 11) was in baseball's locker room. She had recently seen a disgusting, putrid, and frighteningly obese monster inhabiting an airduct in the 300 building. After using her supplied weapon, a flamethrower, on it, she promptly ran away, across the quad, onto the track, and finally into the private locker room. She was sure she'd be safe here.
"Want to play cards?" It was the voice of Kim Vu, in the locker room with her. She had followed Tannie after the monster-burning incident, seeking the protection that her flamethrower could provide.
"No, I'm too worried that somebody might find a way past the barricades we set up. I'll just keep watch."
Kim relaxed on the couch and sighed, staring at the ceiling. She was planning on following Tannie and waiting for her to burn away anything in her path, then at the very end, killing her. She snickered as she thought of the look of surprise that would be on her sad, worthless face. She could've probably just killed Tannie now and stolen the flamethrower, but that was too risky.
"So Tannie, what do you think of the game so far?"
"Actually, it's not too bad," she said as she burned magazines she'd found in a back room, "I got the perfect weapon: a flamethrower."
"Well, what if other people got machine guns or something? Your flamethrower's range isn't that great."
"You've got to be kidding me. Fire pwns all! Sweet, beautiful, tantalizing flames� sweeping over everything� engulfing everything in its bright, purifying light� yes� YES! AHAHA!" Tannie screamed, as she slowly watched the magazines transform into mere cinders.
Kim sighed. She was starting to wonder if she picked the right person to tag along with.
The lights flickered.
"What the -" Tannie was asking, but just then the lights died out completely. They were left in pitch blackness.
"Tannie! Tannie!" Kim screamed, as she groped around for her companion.
"Hold on Kim! I know how to solve this!" Tannie yelled, as she pushed the ignition on her flamethrower and commenced to burn Kim's left arm into a charred black crisp.
"AHHHH!" Kim screamed, but as her arm was burning, Kim noted by the light of the blaze that the barricades had been blown away.
"Sorry about that!" Tannie yelled.
"Don't worry about it! It's just a flesh wound! What we should really worry about is how our barricade there just got blown away!"
"What? What do you me-"
A smashing sound reverberated throughout the room. Tannie screamed as she felt something wooden slam into the back of her skull.
"What the-" Kim was about to say, but just then several fine wires whipped out from the darkness, slashing five fine lines of red across her cheek. She let out a high pitched squeal before the wires came back and slashed with such force across her throat that her voicebox was punctured. Blood splattered out of her neck and cheek, and she coughed up red as she tried to scream for help.
"Tan- *cough*" Kim screamed, before what felt like a plank of wood smashed through the back of her neck, severing her spinal cord and leaving her paralyzed on the ground, making feeble twitches from time to time. She was still alive, but barely, left to suffer alone and with a punctured voicebox.
By now Tannie had recovered from the blow to the back of her head. She equipped her flamethrower and started creating fiery arcs in a 360 degree radius around her, screaming in terror as she did so. The weapon burst forth streams of destruction before it finally ran out of fuel and she was left standing there, breathing and sweating heavily, sure that she had finally taken out the menace.
She was hit in the back of the head again. She fell to the floor, but was hit again and again, a perpetual pummeling until her brains started oozing out. And then she was kicked to the side, to the same place the now-dead Kim Vu was.
The lights flickered for several seconds, then came on.
And there was a girl sitting on the couch, Susie Thai (Female Student No. 1) reattaching the strings of her bloody banjo and strumming a song.
26 Students Remaining
:: Student List::
:: Chapter 1 ::
:: Chapter 2 ::
:: Chapter 4 ::
:: Chapter 5 ::
:: Chapter 6 ::
:: Chapter 7 ::
:: Chapter 8 ::
Samuel Kwon (Male Student No. 4) had run his ass off after finally being called last. Unfortunately, he wasn't very fast, and he was quite lazy, so the farthest he managed to go was actually the boy's bathroom in the 300 building. He was now hidden within a toilet stall, crouching on the toilet with his arms around his knees, sweating profusely from all of the fear.
And he had just heard another explosion.
The first explosion was enough to send him into tears (at which his classmates promptly laughed at him). It signified that, contrary to Mrs. Price's sarcasm, Jennifer's head actually WAS blown off. This depressing thought was more gruesomely confirmed when he exited the 200 building only to find her decapitated body next to the door, the head blown off several meters away and a bloody worm feasting upon her boob (oh my God! Paddy!).
This next explosion, however, came from an unknown source. It was probable that somebody's head had just been blown off; this didn't matter as much, however, as the fact that it meant some people were actually playing the game! Or that some people were too fat to move around and were being blown up in forbidden zones. But it seemed unlikely.
As he was about to exit the isolated bathroom (which only had one exit) and run towards the corner of the field, he heard slow, shuffling footsteps. He quickly sat back down, squatting on the toilet seat so nobody would see his shoes underneath the stall door. He took out his supplied weapon from his day pack, a pair of glistening new chopsticks.
The steps were becoming louder.
Somebody was definitely coming towards him. He was terrified now, breathing heavily and sweating an ocean. He didn't realize his drops of sweat could be heard falling to the ground because his breathing was too loud.
The steps stopped in front of the stall door.
Samuel had now given up trying to hide his feet. He stepped off from the toilet and backed into the corner of the stall, chopsticks held in front of him like blunted short swords. The stall door was slowly opening, revealing the dark face of Johnny Nguyen (Male Student No. 1), complete with the cold, sadistic black eyes full of fluffy pink love.
"H-H-Hi, Johnny, g-g-good day today, i-isn't it?" Samuel was stuttering. His eyes meandered around the stall, and he was trying his best to stop his nervous sweating.
"You're holding your chopsticks at me. IS THAT A THREAT?" Johnny questioned. His eyes gleamed with that unique kind of 'love' that had by now become infamous.
"O-o-of course not, hehe, p-please don't hurt me," Samuel pleaded as he protectively pulled his arms around his face and groin."
"LIAR!" Johnny yelled, and swung the edge of his tennis racket straight into Samuel's temple. The sound of his skull being crushed could be heard as Johnny threw the tennis racket behind him, grabbed Samuel by the collar, and proceeded pummel him with furiously quick strikes. Eyes, nose, throat, jaw, all were bleeding or bruised by the time five seconds had passed. The drops of blood splattering to the ground mixed with his fallen sweat to create a swirling aurora of crimson.
Johnny grabbed Samuel by the neck and slowly pushed him off his feet, against the wall. "Now I will ask you again: were you threatening me?" Samuel gurgled in an effort to breathe. "What was that? Do you consider me too insignificant to answer or something?" More gurgling, this time mixed with pink bubbles frothing from his bloody mouth. "And now you spit on me? That was the worst mistake you've ever made. Besides, of course, breathing and sweating so much that I could hear you from deep within the 300 building. I always DID tell you that you needed more exercise, didn't I?"
SNAP.
Johnny Nguyen had finished this statement at the same time that he finished snapping Samuel Kwon's neck. His bloody head fell into the toilet, mixing the color of blood into the yellow color of unflushed urine.
Johnny grabbed his legs and dragged him out of the 300 building's bathroom. A smear of blood was formed as his bruised face was dragged across cement and dirt, across the quad towards the entrance of the 200 building. His body was dropped atop Jennifer's.
"I did you a bit of a favor there since I heard you liked� Paddy and Patty so much. Sick bastard. Hey, congratulations, killing you was fun. I like being the male antagonist!"
Johnny walked away, now armed with bloody chopsticks, which he decided would be more fun to wield than a simple tennis racket.
28 Students Remaining
-----------
Tannie Duong (Female Student No. 11) was in baseball's locker room. She had recently seen a disgusting, putrid, and frighteningly obese monster inhabiting an airduct in the 300 building. After using her supplied weapon, a flamethrower, on it, she promptly ran away, across the quad, onto the track, and finally into the private locker room. She was sure she'd be safe here.
"Want to play cards?" It was the voice of Kim Vu, in the locker room with her. She had followed Tannie after the monster-burning incident, seeking the protection that her flamethrower could provide.
"No, I'm too worried that somebody might find a way past the barricades we set up. I'll just keep watch."
Kim relaxed on the couch and sighed, staring at the ceiling. She was planning on following Tannie and waiting for her to burn away anything in her path, then at the very end, killing her. She snickered as she thought of the look of surprise that would be on her sad, worthless face. She could've probably just killed Tannie now and stolen the flamethrower, but that was too risky.
"So Tannie, what do you think of the game so far?"
"Actually, it's not too bad," she said as she burned magazines she'd found in a back room, "I got the perfect weapon: a flamethrower."
"Well, what if other people got machine guns or something? Your flamethrower's range isn't that great."
"You've got to be kidding me. Fire pwns all! Sweet, beautiful, tantalizing flames� sweeping over everything� engulfing everything in its bright, purifying light� yes� YES! AHAHA!" Tannie screamed, as she slowly watched the magazines transform into mere cinders.
Kim sighed. She was starting to wonder if she picked the right person to tag along with.
The lights flickered.
"What the -" Tannie was asking, but just then the lights died out completely. They were left in pitch blackness.
"Tannie! Tannie!" Kim screamed, as she groped around for her companion.
"Hold on Kim! I know how to solve this!" Tannie yelled, as she pushed the ignition on her flamethrower and commenced to burn Kim's left arm into a charred black crisp.
"AHHHH!" Kim screamed, but as her arm was burning, Kim noted by the light of the blaze that the barricades had been blown away.
"Sorry about that!" Tannie yelled.
"Don't worry about it! It's just a flesh wound! What we should really worry about is how our barricade there just got blown away!"
"What? What do you me-"
A smashing sound reverberated throughout the room. Tannie screamed as she felt something wooden slam into the back of her skull.
"What the-" Kim was about to say, but just then several fine wires whipped out from the darkness, slashing five fine lines of red across her cheek. She let out a high pitched squeal before the wires came back and slashed with such force across her throat that her voicebox was punctured. Blood splattered out of her neck and cheek, and she coughed up red as she tried to scream for help.
"Tan- *cough*" Kim screamed, before what felt like a plank of wood smashed through the back of her neck, severing her spinal cord and leaving her paralyzed on the ground, making feeble twitches from time to time. She was still alive, but barely, left to suffer alone and with a punctured voicebox.
By now Tannie had recovered from the blow to the back of her head. She equipped her flamethrower and started creating fiery arcs in a 360 degree radius around her, screaming in terror as she did so. The weapon burst forth streams of destruction before it finally ran out of fuel and she was left standing there, breathing and sweating heavily, sure that she had finally taken out the menace.
She was hit in the back of the head again. She fell to the floor, but was hit again and again, a perpetual pummeling until her brains started oozing out. And then she was kicked to the side, to the same place the now-dead Kim Vu was.
The lights flickered for several seconds, then came on.
And there was a girl sitting on the couch, Susie Thai (Female Student No. 1) reattaching the strings of her bloody banjo and strumming a song.
26 Students Remaining
:: Student List::
:: Chapter 1 ::
:: Chapter 2 ::
:: Chapter 4 ::
:: Chapter 5 ::
:: Chapter 6 ::
:: Chapter 7 ::
:: Chapter 8 ::