Part dump. Anyways, that's end of the chapter, I've already got like the next to written, and I don't have motivation to write moar until I get kind of caught up here, so I gotta start posting more parts. Let me know if this was too much.
So why were we down two players, and they hadn’t suffered a casualty yet? I lay hunkered under a bed in a medieval village, watching the stats, since there wasn’t a TV this time.
It wasn’t nearly as exciting. If I was on the bed, rather than on the dirt below it, I’d probably be asleep.
It was just me and Argo now.
A chime sounded, and I hurriedly checked the scores. One of their men was eliminated. I kind of halfheartedly cheered my teammate on. Hey, if she won, I wouldn’t have to get shot. With a map like this, there were guaranteed to be longbows.
Then again, I felt like getting clubbed by a spiked thing might hurt just as bad. Maybe there were no good ways to die. That thought depressed me. I was going to have to go through this every weekend. Way to ruin my days off.
Two more enemy deaths in quick succession, followed half a minute later by Argo’s. She had put up quite the fight. I decided to get it done and over with, and crawled out from under the bed. The hut was made of thatch and mud and logs and I don’t honestly know what else. Outside, I was surrounded by woods. I debated on climbing a tree, but then realized I’d be shocking incompetent at that, so I ended up just wandering through the woods.
When I happened upon the other contestant, I almost gave myself away. The words “hey, you got me” were on the tip of my tongue, when I realized, that I had, in fact, gotten them. They were completely oblivious to me, and I was sitting pretty with the upper hand, and well, no weapon. That was a downer. I didn’t feel like strangling somebody today. I stepped behind a tree, and considered my options. I could attempt a kill, or I could merely reveal my position and hope the blow was mercifully brief.
If last time was any judge, people weren’t a fan of me and squad #81, so I didn’t trust my opponent. I ripped a piece of bark off the tree and barreled for the person. My leg wasn’t built for running so it was more of an awkward dragging lope. I felt like screaming a war cry, but I also was very conscious that I was wearing spandex and he was wearing spandex and we were being spectated. I just wanted this over.
He somehow didn’t hear me coming. I came closer and closer and then suddenly he whirled to face me. I impaled myself on his blade, and that was that. I stood there, staring at the sword in my abdomen, then glanced over my shoulder and saw that it was, in fact, poking all the way out my back. Whoah, pretty cool. That was some serious coding. Then the pain kicked in and I glanced pleadingly at my killer, “mind removing that thing?”
“Hey, sure.” He said, and pulled it out. It hurt coming out too. “Were you planning on stabbing me with that bark?”
“Not really, but I brought it along in case the opportunity presented itself.” I glanced around. “Which way to the elevator?”
Cool map! Well that seemed like a good plan but apparently not.
Tacks grumbled and kicked stuff and swore, but this time her anger was focused on herself, so I merely sat back and enjoyed the spectacle.
“Should’ve brickin seen it coming!” She screamed, kicking a bench. “Brickin pathetic! Can’t brickin believe it! We should’ve brickin won that! A team rating of brickin 3! And we lost!”
“You like saying brickin a lot.” I remarked.
“Shut up, you brickin nuiscance.” She growled.
“Hey, I almost killed somebody.” I said, in an attempt to awaken some sort of pride in my progress.
“I saw.” She said, giving me a dead eyed stare. “I’m honestly not sure if you were going for the kill or a hug.”
I frowned at the snub.
“Good work, Argo.” Tacks said, deflecting the attention to the only hero we had. “You played a good game.”
“Thanks.” Argo said, accepting the compliment coolly, and a little uncertainly. I got the feeling she wasn’t used to carrying the team.
“DeadBeat, what happened?”
“Well, after they shot you, I charged.” He shrugged. “And then they shot me too.”
“What a pack of idiots we are.” Tacks cursed on her breath. “This is going to hurt.”
“Sure did.” I felt my abdomen. “I’m still feeling it.”
“I meant our reputation.”
“Oh. I don’t give a darn about that.” I shrugged nonchalantly.
She walked calmly over, and gripped me by the neck, lifting me bodily off the ground, which was no small feat. I sure couldn’t lift myself. “You should, meatsack, you should.”
“Well, maybe I do…just a little.” I wheezed.
She squeezed harder, before letting me drop to the ground. “Them assigning you to us was revenge for being so good.”
“They didn’t consult me about that.” I felt my throat, giving her a venomous look.
“Well, they didn’t consult us about it either.” She turned away to go change, Argo walking with. “This team’s going to squat.”
I glanced at DeadBeat. “Me and you, eh?”
“Whatever.” He said, and headed down the opposite hallway, towards the guy’s locker room. I followed, already composing the rest of the day in my head. The game. I’d play the game. Like, for 12 hours.
Part dump. Anyways, that's end of the chapter, I've already got like the next to written, and I don't have motivation to write moar until I get kind of caught up here, so I gotta start posting more parts. Let me know if this was too much.
Awesome! I know the feeling. Nah this was the perfect amount I think.
“There doesn’t appear to be any detrimental effects to touching the ground out here.” I tapped it with my foot. “Nope, no lava.”
~<>~
“Expectations versus reality is always a letdown.”
“…seeing as you don’t seem to like getting hurt.”
I stopped and considered this. Was this maybe, possibly worth putting some effort into? Nah, I’d be bad at anyways. What was the point of delaying my inevitable death in the game? “Do you teach how to best pick a hiding place?”
“Try hiding behind tree trunks and humming really loudly.” She said, her face still open and friendly, but something behind that façade was grinding.
I checked my watch. How was I going to survive another half an hour of this?
xD
That's totally me in school.
Pardon me for stating the obvious here, Nate, but you really did not make a good first impression. I sympathize with the not-trying attitude, though.
He somehow didn’t hear me coming. I came closer and closer and then suddenly he whirled to face me. I impaled myself on his blade, and that was that. I stood there, staring at the sword in my abdomen, then glanced over my shoulder and saw that it was, in fact, poking all the way out my back. Whoah, pretty cool. That was some serious coding. Then the pain kicked in and I glanced pleadingly at my killer, “mind removing that thing?”
“Hey, sure.” He said, and pulled it out. It hurt coming out too. “Were you planning on stabbing me with that bark?”
“Not really, but I brought it along in case the opportunity presented itself.” I glanced around. “Which way to the elevator?”
Tacks grumbled and kicked stuff and swore, but this time her anger was focused on herself, so I merely sat back and enjoyed the spectacle.
“Should’ve brickin seen it coming!” She screamed, kicking a bench. “Brickin pathetic! Can’t brickin believe it! We should’ve brickin won that! A team rating of brickin 3! And we lost!”
“You like saying brickin a lot.” I remarked.
“Shut up, you brickin nuiscance.” She growled.
~<>~
I glanced at DeadBeat. “Me and you, eh?”
“Whatever.” He said, and headed down the opposite hallway, towards the guy’s locker room. I followed, already composing the rest of the day in my head. The game. I’d play the game. Like, for 12 hours.
Part dump. Anyways, that's end of the chapter, I've already got like the next to written, and I don't have motivation to write moar until I get kind of caught up here, so I gotta start posting more parts. Let me know if this was too much.
Part dump. Anyways, that's end of the chapter, I've already got like the next to written, and I don't have motivation to write moar until I get kind of caught up here, so I gotta start posting more parts. Let me know if this was too much.
It's never enough Seriously though I love this story
Argo’s subtle hint worked, and I showed up to practice, on-time and in-suit. Tacks snarled when she saw me. “Alright, who told him?”
Argo held up a hand.
“You get to teach him hand-to-hand, then.” Tacks said, with a sort of sadistic pleasure. “I hope you regret your decision.”
I was just glad it was her and not DeadBeat.
We squared up, and she inspected me, as if looking for defects or something. She shook her head. “Okay, let’s do this.”
“You’ve got my undivided attention for…” I checked my watch. “54 minutes and 27 seconds.”
She ignored me and threw a slow punch. I didn’t know what to do, so I batted it away, like a bug.
“Those are some pathetic instincts.” She tried again. I just backed up. She stepped forward. I stepped to the right.
She frowned, and pointed to a box drawn on the ground. “You gotta stay inside here.”
“There doesn’t appear to be any detrimental effects to touching the ground out here.” I tapped it with my foot. “Nope, no lava.”
Tacks appeared at my shoulder. “I will hang you up by your mini dreadlocks and let DeadBeat use you as a punching bag if try to make your own rules.”
“Thanks Tacks!” Argo said brightly. “Okay, moving on.” She threw another punch. I awkwardly ducked beneath it, twisting to the side.
She kept throwing punches. I never retaliated, and kept awkwardly ducking. She eventually stepped away. “I had imagined you’d be better at this.”
“Expectations versus reality is always a letdown.”
“…seeing as you don’t seem to like getting hurt.”
I stopped and considered this. Was this maybe, possibly worth putting some effort into? Nah, I’d be bad at anyways. What was the point of delaying my inevitable death in the game? “Do you teach how to best pick a hiding place?”
“Try hiding behind tree trunks and humming really loudly.” She said, her face still open and friendly, but something behind that façade was grinding.
I checked my watch. How was I going to survive another half an hour of this?
Lol. XD F to pay respecc though for Argo owning up. O.O
I get the odd feeling that he could actually do okay if he tried...idk why.
She is going to snap if you keep being a pest Nate...
Anyways, that's end of the chapter, I've already got like the next to written, and I don't have motivation to write moar until I get kind of caught up here, so I gotta start posting more parts. 
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I know the feeling. 
Have you ever watched a ton of Got Talent videos specifically? 
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