CHAPTER TWO:
"Redneck"
It was 3:21PM, late afternoon, a day later. You sat in your apartment room, awaiting the inevitable, as Starkweather's goons idly came in, a large Desert Eagle trained at the base of your skull, "Move it, you know the drill." Well, it beats getting knocked silly again. So you comply. Most of you, at least: Jenna, Gil, Jake, Bryan, Michael, Alyce sprawled across the lobby floor, their forms eaten away by a drug commonly known as 'Krokodile.' Whoever struck, managed to force the drug via IV. It wasn't pretty. Adam glanced at Jenna, a tear streaming down his cheek... side-by-side with Lydia.
"Ahhh- our traitor has struck SIX times in a row! Lovely. Oh, and it appears a majority of the votes went to Cody. Beep! Wrong! Guess again, Space Cadet! He's not the traitor."
TWO HOURS LATER...
The Cerberus drove off, the burlap sack on your head removed as all 18 of you were tossed into a forest. You try to move only to find- CHINK- one ankle is shackled to another partner. You're stuck. That's not the bad part, however: You're ALL separated far, far away from each other. Leaving only two of you to defend yourself.
A trickle of rain comes down from the dark, gray skies... the forest trees blow lightly at the wind. You peer off into the distance: You see an amusement park from afar, it appears inhabited as such joyous lights illuminate in the distance. Perhaps it's your next goal?
"Ahah! Welcome to this little enchanted forest outside Carcer! It's filled to the brink with a gang known as 'The Skinz.' A buncha in-bred, racist, fucknuts more than willing to lynch you and show your sorry dead ass toward their mother-slash-sister. Wonderful, right? In any other case, in this scene, you're to head up to that amusement park a few miles away. Go there. Now."
A pause.
"Oh yeah, and to all you 'naturalists' out there. Heh, heh, heh... you're not permitted to steal any clothes or wear any. It will be provided to you once you reach your destination."
A looooong pause.
"Aaaaand, one final note: I want you to CUT the head off of a bigot and bring it over toward the entrance. No exceptions this time."
[Beep!]
Here's the coupling:
Adam & Lydia: I have a military-grade silenced MP5, that's it. Lydia, unfortunately, for the entertainment of our 'viewers,' is sporting absolutely no clothes save for socks and shoes.
Cody & Tyler: Strangely enough, Cody is without clothes. Both boys are armed with machetes. They seem to be near a waterfall.
Gage & Chris: Both are clothed. Both men are sporting Remington 500 shotguns.
Jack & Laura: Both are clothed. However, only Jack has a weapon. A butcher knife. They appear to be near a Skinz campsite, ranting and raving about "niggers" and "mudbloods."
Natalie & Grant: Both are clothed. However, Grant is holding an alcohol bottle filled with whiskey, Natalie is sporting a crossbow. You know, like Daryl from The Walking Dead.
Leesa & Salwa: Nothing special. Both are clothed, each are sporting 9mm Berettas.
Nathan & Mark: Both are clothed, well, Nathan appears pantless. One of them as a hunting rifle, the other has nothing. Choose who has the weapon.
Amber & Batrisyia: Nothing special. Both have bowie knives, and they're surrounded by at least a hundred wild wolves.
Nia & Aleksey: Strangely enough, since Nia is a bit 'quiet,' it's up to Aleksey to fight his way through. He's armed with a Soviet-era AK-47, with a vintage stamp of Stalin on it, next to... a picture of Barack Obama? That's weird.
Welcome to ROUND TWO! Vote for the traitor and the traitor will decide his/her next kill! This round will end mid-day, Sunday! Oh, and resume posting!
