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"There's a real chance the higher ups just know we're the best choice. That's all I'm saying."
Three people, two men and one woman, sat in an unremarkable room. The first man was talking, his feet raised and resting on a table. The other man sat working fervently at a computer, eyes glued to the screen. The woman was silent and barely moved, almost as if she was a mere ghost.
"That, or... Japan passed on this. This is a whole new venture. I've been working here for years-- Never seen or heard anything like this."
The relaxing man scoffed, causing the silent woman in the room to shift in her seat. The man receded slightly under her steady gaze, but continued with what he wanted to say anyway.
"Just-- relax. Look, I don't see a risk here. We just wait see how this works out. If it doesn't work out, it's not like there's going to be a huge clean-up. It's practically self-automated! No fuss, no muss."
"It's the other way around."
"Huh? What? Same thing!"
On the computer screen danced what appeared to be some kind of animal. It flashed a grin before hopping away, leaving the screen. The man at the computer sighed and rubbed at tired eyes.
"Off it goes. Not long now."
"If anything goes wrong, we'll be able to handle it. That's our job and that's what we're trained for. Now, where's the drinks?"
***
The sleep was far from a peaceful one. Your bodies sat in limbo, on the barest edge of consciousness, your senses picking up just enough to make sure you knew something was off. You didn't know how you got in this state or how it even lasted. It was clear you didn't just fall asleep, for this was something entirely different than that, no matter how lucid a dreamer you were. The faintest of sounds echoed had around you, the softest of touches had brushed against your skin... Whatever had been happening, you knew you were being taken far far away from home.
...
You woke up suddenly, finding yourself surrounded by an environment entirely foreign to you. Some of you woke amongst trees while others found themselves inside enclosed spaces. Before you could even have a moment to come to your bearings, a nearby monitor flashed to life, either embedded into a wall, a tree, or some other nearby surface. It showed static for a few seconds, before having promptly displaying the image of... a rabbit.
"Hey there! How's everybody feelin'?!"
The rabbit waved heartily from the monitor, a clear digital creation made from computer graphics, or so it seemed. He wore an elaborate headpiece and a red Chinese garb. Markings adorned his face, making it look almost mask-like.
"Greetings, my friends! Your king has a super awesome special announcement to make! It's time for a game... a game to the death! Wahahaha! If you wanna get outta hare and back home, you just gotta survive until the verrrry end! Wait, am I going too fast? Come on, you know rabbits are fast little buggers, so keep up!"
The rabbit crossed his arms in a very human-like manner. He tapped his foot, as if he was impatiently waiting.
"... You wanna know what's gonna happen? Hmmmm? Just lift your hands and find the collars placed around your necks! But don't screw with them, or...!"
The rabbit's arms sprang upward dramatically, the digital avatar making a noise akin to an explosion with its voice.
"You'll be dead, dead, dead! They monitor your bodies so I can get a good gander at what you guys are doing at all times! How about that, huh? See, you're alone right now, but you're actually one of twenty-five others chillin' out on this deserted island! Twenty-five warm fleshy bodies that stand between you and escape! Woohaha, my blood's pumpin' just thinking about it! Thump, thump, thump!"
Jumping up and down, the rabbit began to dance, throwing his feet into the air. He continued to dance as he furthered the explanation.
"Hold on, before you panic... don't touch that dial! This really is a game, you see. If there are no deaths in a twenty-four hour period, then, you will all, explode! That ain't no bluff! Y'see, your collars are rigged with explosives... like I said, don't mess with them! The only way to not die horribly is to be the sole survivor! Haha, it's harder than it sounds!"
The rabbit paused to chuckle to itself, shaking its head as if he found this whole situation amusing. Well, chances were he did find it amusing, whoever he was.
"But... But, but wait! You didn't think I'd give you guys nothing to work with here, did you? Within your general vicinity, you will find one survival pack and one suitcase! The survival pack contains all sort of little goodies for you to nibble on like... rations! A map and compass! A flashlight! Great for all kinds of situations! But wait, those aren't even the best part... The best part is what you'll find in the special amazing suitcase! Inside is your designated weapon, an item especially picked out just for you! With it, you'll no doubt be primed to take out your competition...! Or else! Or else, else, else!"
"So, you got all that? Huh, huh, huh? Kill. Survive. Win. It's that simple! Get hopping, and have a nice trauma!"
The rabbit waved goodbye, and the monitors shut off with little fanfare.
26 Contestants Remain
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Sensory deprivation.
One of the things Bruce warned him about that some of the rogue gallery might try. Mainly guys like Scarecrow who used that Fear Toxin of his to get into your head, making your worse fears come to to the surface. Making it easier for him to gain the advantage. Bruce took the safety of those he took under his wing seriously and Jason Todd was never meant to be an exception to that rule.
Until that one bad day.
...
As Jason staggered to his feet and the feelings of drowsiness slowly wore off, he couldn't help but feel helplessness course through his body, even if was just for a brief moment.
"AGH!"
Jason lashed out at whatever was closest to him, which left him striking right above wherever the monitor happened to be stationed as it began to play and Jason could feel his blood immediately beginning to boil. The way this rabbit talked, the way it looked! It all seemed like something he would do. Just another one of his stupid childish machinations all meant to dig under Bruce's skin.
Jason's entire frame shuddered with ragged breaths, not out of tiredness or anything of the sort, but just the thought that the Joker had somehow taken advantage of him again and put him somewhere where he had no idea where. It disgusted Jason to his very core and it was all he could to restrain himself from kicking the monitor in with his boot. As he continued to listen begrudgingly however, he'd slowly reach his hands up to feel the collar around his neck.
"Son of a bitch..."
No, stuff like this was out of the Joker's usual paygrade. Either he was working with someone who had more resources to shake a stick at or this was some new villain that Jason had failed to keep tabs on. His own mistake there he supposed. But until he figured out a way to unhook this collar without blowing his head up in the process, he'd just have to role with it.
Once the rabbit finally finished speaking and the monitor's image faded, Jason smashed his foot right at the screen with the intent on shattering it into a million pieces. Even if this wasn't the Joker, something about that rabbit annoyed him anyway. But he wasn't going to get out of here by being angry. So, taking deep breaths, Jason turned towards the items that had been explained to him. What caught his interest the most was the weapon inside the case. Walking over, Jason knelt down to open it and see just what kind of weapon he had to defend himself from whatever nutjobs were roaming around here.
The shattering of the monitor happened to partly mask the approach of a lone girl, who staggered into Jason's vicinity in a daze, her eyes downcast as if in deep sadness. She looked lost, her body totally numb to her surroundings. She rubbed against the surrounding brush and trees with little care, alerting Jason to her presence before he could get that suitcase open. Not that being quiet would have hidden her-- It was easy to spot the girl with her blonde pigtails shining brightly in the small amounts of sunlight that pushed through the treetops. She stumbled forward a few more steps before noticing him in turn, freezing in place one she realized she was not alone.
She was scared beyond words.
The girl visibly shivered and took a quick step away from the man before her, mouth open wide in surprise. Her breathing came out ragged, touched by the sounds of a slight whimper. On her neck was a collar like Jason's, indicating she was another player in this game. However, she held no survival pack or suitcase. She'd likely left it behind in her daze.
"Go... Go please..."
Feeling somewhat calmer after smashing the monitor, the only thoughts left on Jason's mind were to open the suitcase and take care of whoever got in his way, but the sound of incoming footsteps stopped him and made his hand instinctively reach inside his jacket to grab a pistol. But there would have been nothing there.
"Great..."
Just as he was trying to think about how to go about this if his opponent was armed, Jason's guard lowered slightly upon seeing who had actually stumbled across him. Seemed just like a little kid. Well if there were any inklings on Jason's mind of the people behind this shitshow having some kind of morality, they were soundly snuffed out. In this case, Jason would have normally figured her to possibly be be some kind of decoy. Someone who seemed innocent and unfitting for this type of place, only to lure in some poor fool who'd want to play protector. And just when you'd least expect it?
BAM!
... But this kid didn't even seem to have any weapons on her. Either she was really doing her best to keep up the façade that Jason had alluded to or she genuinely was unsure of how to go about dealing with a place like this-- which he couldn't quite blame her for. Jason had it hard himself even before he met Bruce, but he wasn't forced against his will to murder other people or risk having his head blown up like confetti.
Still, Jason wasn't going to take any chances. He slowly took a step back from the girl with his suitcase and survival pack in hand.
What reason would she have for him to go like she instructed? Was she being pursued by someone else? Or maybe a group of people?
"I'm tired, I don't know where I am, and I'm pissed off, kid. Are you being followed?" Jason asked. The girl was no problem but he couldn't say the same if she was being pursued and hadn't just come to Jason looking for some kind of protection.
The girl froze once again as Jason took a step back from her, looking like a deer in headlights. Her wide, bright eyes looked upon Jason with more than just fear, awe and worry evident in the way her hands shook. She hadn't expected him to do what she asked, especially not if everything the rabbit said was true. This guy was probably a killer. He looked like a killer. He looked like he had the means to do what she couldn't, and that meant she needed to be away from him.
The girl began to waver on her feet as her mind bounced around these thoughts, her hand reaching out to grab the tree next to her for support. She knees shivered and buckled, the girl looking far too overwhelmed with everything that was happening. She made a strangled noise as she gasped for air, suddenly needing so much of it yet not feeling like she had enough. It was clear she was hyperventilating, her body doubling over as if wracked in pain.
"I can't...!" The girl wheezed between strained gasps and her eyes watered under the extreme conditions. "I... I can't be here...!" Red-faced, the girl began clawing at her neck, her strangled gasps sounding louder and louder. "K-Ka..."
Well, that didn't exactly put Jason's concerns to bed. She hadn't answered his question, which left the window open for other people to hear her chatter and come a racing to murder the two of them when Jason simply wasn't as prepared as he would have liked. Given the circumstances, at least. But despite how cold Jason may have been when dealing with criminals, he made it a point to make sure all the thugs under his employ kept their drugs away from schools and, by extension, kids. So none of them ended up running into a fate possibly worse than what Jason himself got.
But that was back in Gotham where Jason knew how to work the rotten system. Murder a few crimebosses and bring their heads in a duffel bag to show to the other crime lords and you had them eating out of the palm of your hand. If they didn't? Then they were just another head to add to the collection. He didn't need a burden on him when he still didn't even know his surroundings, but leaving the kid stranded out here when it was clear her mind just wasn't coping with what was happening seemed like a fate worse than death.
So, slinging the suitcase over his shoulder Jason sighed.
"Kid, if you want... You can tag along with me. At least until I get a better idea of where the hell we are--"
Jason was cut short when the girl gave a rough pull on her collar and it began to emit a loud beeping noise. She was too flustered to even register it, still clawing madly at it in a feeble attempt to remove it from her neck.
Oh no.
Oh no that wasn't good at all.
Jason's thoughts had been cluttered by flashbacks to the Joker and unrelenting anger at the former to keep track of every single detail the the rabbit had said. But he didn't need to be a great listener to figure that tampering with the collars around their necks was a good way to end up dead without someone doing the deed for you. Watching as the girl's eyes glistened with tears and she clutched and clawed at her collar in a pitiful act of desperation, Jason struggled on what to do.
If he saved the kid then she was clearly too far gone for him to even consider salvaging. She'd just be baggage that Jason would have to support and keep alive. Basically just another mouth to feed and to keep breathing. Was the risk really worth the reward which was saving a kid from a shithole like this? But if he didn't do anything, then the kid's head was gonna go up in a mess of grey matter, bone, and everything else.
He didn't have long to decide.
Mulling over the decisions in his head, Jason's heart race increased until he finally came to a decision.
What would Bruce do?
Knowing his old teacher and friend like he did, Jason knew that without a doubt Bruce would have done everything in his power to save the child. But even Bruce at the end of the day was human and even he had his limits. If he couldn't talk the kid down or didn't have a trusty batarang to maybe use to knock out the collar's controls with one good toss. Then all that's left was to try to talk the kid down.
All or nothing.
"Kid, stop! Don't mess with that! You'll die!"
For just a fleeting second, the girl seemed to register what Jason was saying. Her panicked movements paused for that brief moment, the girl knowing she truly did not want to die. She had listened to most of what the rabbit had said before wandering off, and so she became dimly aware of the rule she had broken. She messed with the collar, meaning it was going to explode. The undeniable truth was made plainly clear in the girl's mind.
She was going to die.
Knowing this, the girl resumed her panicking, clawing at the collar and her neck with greater fervor. She started to scream, the beeping going faster and faster, beating in tune with the girl's racing heart. She began to fling herself at the tree next to her in an attempt to break the collar, her eyes stuck on Jason with a pleading expression. Was there something he could do? Was there something anyone could do? A few more fleeting seconds passed, and the beeping stopped. Had she stopped--
The girl couldn't finish her thought before a great force overwhelmed her. An explosion was heard throughout the woods as it turned out the rabbit had been telling the truth.
***
Across the island, the monitors once again flashed to life. It couldn't have been more than a minute or two since the digital animal had signed off. The rabbit hopped on to the screen, looking absolutely boisterous.
"Heyoo! The day just started and already we got a nice juicy death served up! Congratulations, the rest of you won't blow up today! Maybe! Still doesn't mean you shouldn't get out there and bust some heads! Come on, make me hoppy!"
The rabbit paused to clear his throat, reeling himself in slightly to put on a slightly more serious tone.
"Now, who died? Just this once, I'll tell you right now, but I'll usually keep this kind of thing until the end of the day. You know, to keep your spirits up, up, up! I'm the king of this island, so it's my duty to keep track of these things. This time, it was poor contestant number twenty-six, blown to death by messing with her own collar! I told you guys not to do it, so don't blame me! With that out of the way, I should go... have a nice time!"
The monitors shut off promptly.
25 Contestants Remain
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Survival Pack Contents
- Rations
- Map
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Four square kilometers in size.
North Side
Port
Once used to ferry tourists to the island, the port now sits alone and abandoned. A few small buildings sit nearby that hold records of when the island was in use, but all fishing gear has been removed from the site.
Coral Reef Beach
Located West of the Port is the coral reef beach, once popular for its lack of sand. In the shallow waters, one can observe fish and shellfish. Overseeing the beach are tall formations of red rock.
Helicopter Crash Site
The site of a mysterious crashed helicopter. Located in an open field, one taking shelter within the debris will likely see anyone incoming far ahead of time.
Lighthouse
Located on the the North-Eastern edge of the island, the lighthouse has stood the test of time. While it hasn't been operational in years, it remains as reliable place to establish a fortification.
Gazebo and Garden
A lone gazebo sitting on an elevated hill and surrounded by a long unused garden, its location just South of the port. While it was once used for relaxation, chances are there won't be time to use it for its intended purpose.
Warehouse
Located between the Gazebo and Lighthouse stands a large and drab warehouse. It once contained important equipment for the island, but has been stripped clean since. Desks, chairs, and old furniture can be found within.
Caves
A line of caves naturally built into the North side of the island's center. Although dark and cavernous, they should likely be free of dangerous animals.
South Side
School Building
Within the village stand this one-room establishment where desks and various school supplies can be found within.
Open-Air Baths
Located at the edge of the village is a seaside unisex outdoor bath where one would wash away their troubles while listening to the sound of the surf. Three reservoirs sit empty, encased in concrete.
Village Square
Surrounding the village square is a small number of houses, most only about one room each. At the center sits a well. No well pump remains, so extracting whatever water sits in the deep well is impossible.
Ranch
What was once considered a symbol of the island sits a sprawling cattle ranch, nestled between the rock formations on the South edge of the island's center. It is a deathly quiet place.
Cliffs
The cliffs at the island's South edge are treacherous, but offer a grand view of the ocean. The area here is elevated, giving anyone on the edges a view of both the Ranch, the Woods, and anyone attempting to climb up the cliffs.
Woods
While wooded areas generally exist across the island, the woods that extend from the southern cliffs to the village are the most vast and plentiful. A river can be found running through this area.
Also includes a compass and flashlight.
Assigned Weapons
- Scoobert "Scooby" Doo
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Remington 870 Pump-Action Shotgun (12 gauge) - Mukuro Ikusaba
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Scalpel - Curly Brace
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Beretta 92FS Semi-Automatic Pistol (9mm) - Harley Quinn
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Boomerang - Hammer Girl
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Glock 17 Pistol (9mm) - Jason Todd
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Three Hand Grenades - Nathan Drake
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Sickle - Robert E.O. Speedwagon
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Ball-peen Hammer - Hideo Kawamura
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Deck of 52 Playing Cards + 2 Jokers - Max Payne
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Railroad Spike - Mike Erhmantraut
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Screwdriver - Erin
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Crossbow - Michiko Malandro
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Yo-Yo - Sara Lance
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Trench Knife - Wilson Fisk
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Aluminum Baseball Bat - The Survivor
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Stun Baton - Cyberconnect2
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Length of Rope (12 feet) - Chihiro Fujisaki
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Fork - Stick
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Uzi Submachine gun (9mm) - Daisy Fitzroy
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Six sticks of dynamite - Frank Castle
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Army Knife - Isabel "Dizzy" Flores
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Roll of Duct Tape - Jinx
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Potassium Cyanide Pill - Nick Wilde
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Colt Python Magnum Revolver (.357) - Snake-Eyes
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Hacksaw - Primrose Everdeen
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AK-47 (7.62×39mm)
Starting Locations
Port
- Snake-Eyes (Dock)
- Mukuro Ikusaba (Fishing Shack)
- Max Payne (Port Records Building)
Coral Reef Beach
- Sara Lance
- Jinx
Helicopter Crash Site
- Daisy Fitzroy
Lighthouse
- Curly Brace (Lighthouse Top)
- Robert E.O. Speedwagon (Lighthouse Bottom)
Gazebo and Garden
- Erin
Warehouse
- Wilson Fisk (Inside Warehouse)
- Mike Erhmantraut (Outide Warehouse)
Caves
- Nathan Drake
- Scoobert "Scooby" Doo
- Stick
School Building
- Chihiro Fujisaki
Open-Air Baths
- Nick Wilde
Village Square
- Michiko Malandro (By Well)
- Frank Castle (Small Homestead A)
- Harley Quinn (Small Homestead B)
Ranch
- Hammer Girl (Ranch Building)
- The Survivor (Cattle Field)
Cliffs
- Cyberconnect2
Woods
- Isabel "Dizzy" Flores
- Hideo Kawamura
- Jason Todd
- Primrose Everdeen
~Cast List~
@T.O.M. as Red Hood/Jason Todd
@C.T. as Frank Castle
@Ringmaster as "Hammer Girl"
@OrlandoBloomers as Wilson Fisk
@The Silver Paladin as Mukuro Ikusaba
@CrunchyCHEEZIT as Robert E.O. Speedwagon
@Ramboing as Nathan Drake
@Archmage Jeremiah as Jinx
@Cromartie Sarkissian as Sara Lance
@Indolent as Isabel "Dizzy" Flores
@Lizzy as Michiko Malandro
@Jeremi as Snake-Eyes
@york as Curly Brace
@Bomb as Cyberconnect2
@DapperDogman as The Survivor
@Schnee Corp Lawyer as Harley Quinn
@TheColourlessRainbow as Nick Wilde
@Krieg as Daisy Fitzroy
@Gummi Bunnies as Hideo Kawamura
@LuckycoolHawk9 as Scoobert "Scooby" Doo
@Gwazi Magnum as Stick
@Verite as Max Payne
@Josh M as Mike Erhmantraut
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