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Headteacher Tony called out the register on the school bus. He was expecting some comical replies, these being the unruliest collection of schoolchildren (and teachers) that he had ever seen, but there were none. He suspected this was because the top 100 posters table doesn’t copy and paste very well at all, and the writer was a bit pushed for time.
Ratably Skink
Grix Thrives
Goatboy
Kid Rock
Turbonutter
Ant
Er-no
Your Honor
Sniper
Wookie
FantasyMeister
Meka Dragon
Ortaga
Sheepy
Mystique
AfroJoe
Ice Blaster
Tiltawhirl
Dan2K2 (Tony thought what stupid names all these people had)
SSXpro
Bonus
Tony…Oh, that was him. Cool. It sounded like a fun trip anyway, going to the zoo and all.
Stryke
Dringo
Strafex
Starlight
Longy…Tony couldn’t pronounce the two letters on the end of his name, so he just ignored them.
Time Warp
Mattyboy
The Game
Armitage Shanks
Pb
Pro Evo
Big slow
DeltaJava
SonicRav
Jetster
The Vottanator
Venombyte
ResEvil Fan
Reaper
Triple H
Fish-e
I am The Tarrent
Seifer
Slaveunit
Edgy
Fogmaster
Aliboy
Grandprix
Beware the toast
David
Adrian
Lord Semegal…Damn rich kids.
Joe Dark…Damn secret agents in training
Talkie Toaster…Damn novelty gifts
M16
Nw Jimmy
CDouch
Sibs
Slik
Mouldy Cheese…what a handsome guy
Twain
GasMark
Natbuc
Weird Wonder
Beanz
Cookie Monster…Wookies cousin, Tony assumed.
Cooky
Little Hedgehog
Shocktrooper
Mr. Snuggly…one of the teachers
Doughnut Monster
Magma Dragoon
Slipknot…He was currently smashing his head against the wall of the bus.
Monkey With Attitude
Solskjar 24
Vai
Shadow
Nomad Soul
Mr. Nice Guy
Quazimodo
Asher D
Monkey Man
Majk
Whooo Style
Rickoss
Iguana
Ben Hodgettes...what a gimp, Tony thinks.
Willow
Cjh
Darkness 2k
Lefback
Mantis
CJC
Uncle Albert
Snoop Doggy Dan
JaCee UK
Uksgamer2002
Golden Rhino
Whoo…long list that, thinks Tony. 99 of the little schmucks, + him = 100 people. How would they all fit into the zoo? It can’t be a very big zoo…Tony, an expert in farm animals, had never heard of it. Tony ducked as Monkey With Attitude swung over his head. He was used to all these animal like humans by now.
Tony takes a long sip on his drink, handily supplied by one of the suit clad government men who had insisted they come on the trip. In fact, they were funding the whole thing, which was pretty nice of them. Reminded him of a film he once watched actually…
Tony was just thinking how goddamn nice it was that they were funding it, when the door of the bus swung open, and a figure, silhouetted by sunlight, walked in the door.
Tony sighed. Shaneo was back, despite being expelled 6 times already.
“Shaneo, what are you doing back here?”
The figure looked uneasy, and replied in a Homer Simpson Double voice “Shaneo? Who is zis Shaneo? My name is Saleeva. I have a girlfriend, and I am in a band.”
He must have a new address. Damn Microsoft, giving away houses for free.
“Alright, Saleeva, come aboard. You may as well”.
Shaneo smiled, and took the last seat on the bus.
----
Soon, the drinks drugged by the government officials started to take effect. All 101 characters fell into a deep slumber.
----
Sheepy woke up in a hut. His first attempt at thought was to try and remember how much he had drunk last night – why else would he wake up lying on the floor? Sheepy rolled over onto one side, looking for anyone else. No one there. Damn. A sudden horror rushed through Sheep’s body, prompting him to jump up and look out the hut windows. No sheep. Thank God for that. He’d never lived it down after the first time.
Then he remembered – wasn’t he supposed to be at the zoo about now? Or had he managed to get drunk before he got there? The last thing he remembered was thinking how comfortable the coach seats looked…
His questions were answered by a sheet of paper he found lying where his prone body had been. It was A4, printed in black ink.
Sheepy prayed for it not to be a homework assignment.
The note read:
YOU have been selected to take part in Rattle Boyale. You have no choice about this. You will see that you have been given a weapon. The weapon is different for different people. You will not need to eat or drink, because it would just hinder the story. Basically, you all have to kill each other. The last man standing is the winner.
You cannot post more than once a day, and you cannot kill off more than one character per post. Don’t kill off people just because you don’t like them, and if you can’t remember who’s been killed off then ask me to send you a list.
Anyone can post in this story, unless I decide that you suck.
---
Sheepy looked around, and he saw his weapon. A bottle of Vodka. He decided that it would be a better weapon when empty, so he popped the top off with a *click*.
Ratably Skink
Grix Thrives
Goatboy
Kid Rock
Turbonutter
Ant
Er-no
Your Honor
Sniper
Wookie
FantasyMeister
Meka Dragon
Ortaga
Sheepy
Mystique
AfroJoe
Ice Blaster
Tiltawhirl
Dan2K2 (Tony thought what stupid names all these people had)
SSXpro
Bonus
Tony…Oh, that was him. Cool. It sounded like a fun trip anyway, going to the zoo and all.
Stryke
Dringo
Strafex
Starlight
Longy…Tony couldn’t pronounce the two letters on the end of his name, so he just ignored them.
Time Warp
Mattyboy
The Game
Armitage Shanks
Pb
Pro Evo
Big slow
DeltaJava
SonicRav
Jetster
The Vottanator
Venombyte
ResEvil Fan
Reaper
Triple H
Fish-e
I am The Tarrent
Seifer
Slaveunit
Edgy
Fogmaster
Aliboy
Grandprix
Beware the toast
David
Adrian
Lord Semegal…Damn rich kids.
Joe Dark…Damn secret agents in training
Talkie Toaster…Damn novelty gifts
M16
Nw Jimmy
CDouch
Sibs
Slik
Mouldy Cheese…what a handsome guy
Twain
GasMark
Natbuc
Weird Wonder
Beanz
Cookie Monster…Wookies cousin, Tony assumed.
Cooky
Little Hedgehog
Shocktrooper
Mr. Snuggly…one of the teachers
Doughnut Monster
Magma Dragoon
Slipknot…He was currently smashing his head against the wall of the bus.
Monkey With Attitude
Solskjar 24
Vai
Shadow
Nomad Soul
Mr. Nice Guy
Quazimodo
Asher D
Monkey Man
Majk
Whooo Style
Rickoss
Iguana
Ben Hodgettes...what a gimp, Tony thinks.
Willow
Cjh
Darkness 2k
Lefback
Mantis
CJC
Uncle Albert
Snoop Doggy Dan
JaCee UK
Uksgamer2002
Golden Rhino
Whoo…long list that, thinks Tony. 99 of the little schmucks, + him = 100 people. How would they all fit into the zoo? It can’t be a very big zoo…Tony, an expert in farm animals, had never heard of it. Tony ducked as Monkey With Attitude swung over his head. He was used to all these animal like humans by now.
Tony takes a long sip on his drink, handily supplied by one of the suit clad government men who had insisted they come on the trip. In fact, they were funding the whole thing, which was pretty nice of them. Reminded him of a film he once watched actually…
Tony was just thinking how goddamn nice it was that they were funding it, when the door of the bus swung open, and a figure, silhouetted by sunlight, walked in the door.
Tony sighed. Shaneo was back, despite being expelled 6 times already.
“Shaneo, what are you doing back here?”
The figure looked uneasy, and replied in a Homer Simpson Double voice “Shaneo? Who is zis Shaneo? My name is Saleeva. I have a girlfriend, and I am in a band.”
He must have a new address. Damn Microsoft, giving away houses for free.
“Alright, Saleeva, come aboard. You may as well”.
Shaneo smiled, and took the last seat on the bus.
----
Soon, the drinks drugged by the government officials started to take effect. All 101 characters fell into a deep slumber.
----
Sheepy woke up in a hut. His first attempt at thought was to try and remember how much he had drunk last night – why else would he wake up lying on the floor? Sheepy rolled over onto one side, looking for anyone else. No one there. Damn. A sudden horror rushed through Sheep’s body, prompting him to jump up and look out the hut windows. No sheep. Thank God for that. He’d never lived it down after the first time.
Then he remembered – wasn’t he supposed to be at the zoo about now? Or had he managed to get drunk before he got there? The last thing he remembered was thinking how comfortable the coach seats looked…
His questions were answered by a sheet of paper he found lying where his prone body had been. It was A4, printed in black ink.
Sheepy prayed for it not to be a homework assignment.
The note read:
YOU have been selected to take part in Rattle Boyale. You have no choice about this. You will see that you have been given a weapon. The weapon is different for different people. You will not need to eat or drink, because it would just hinder the story. Basically, you all have to kill each other. The last man standing is the winner.
You cannot post more than once a day, and you cannot kill off more than one character per post. Don’t kill off people just because you don’t like them, and if you can’t remember who’s been killed off then ask me to send you a list.
Anyone can post in this story, unless I decide that you suck.
---
Sheepy looked around, and he saw his weapon. A bottle of Vodka. He decided that it would be a better weapon when empty, so he popped the top off with a *click*.
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Sorry SHAUN.
Fine, CJC did it.
Sheesh don't have a cow* about it
*haha don't have a cow man.Who the hell am I?
Bart Simpson?!
Fine, CJC did it.
Sheesh don't have a cow* about it
*haha don't have a cow man.Who the hell am I?
Bart Simpson?!
Vai was sucking on a huge....
Lollypop and Leftback jumped from behind a bush squealing 'DANGER!'
Vai was so terrified by this heshe sucked on the lollypop way too hard,it shot to the back of hisher throat and out through hisher neck...Killing himher instantly.
Lollypop and Leftback jumped from behind a bush squealing 'DANGER!'
Vai was so terrified by this heshe sucked on the lollypop way too hard,it shot to the back of hisher throat and out through hisher neck...Killing himher instantly.
Ah. Erm...cool?
Erm, so I'm dead but a robot? Damn, I'm too confused by this topic.
Grix hit *insert name* with gun and *name* dies.
Grix hit *insert name* with gun and *name* dies.
...
Stryke sees a large shack up ahead.
"That should be good."
Stryke slams the door open, and goes into shock, as Tyla, Turbonutter and Fogmaster stand before him, with their guns aimed.
"Freeze!", demands Turbonutter.
Stryke lifts up his arms.
"Guys - I'll help you...I watch movies..."
"Ok, put it there pal!"
Turbonutter extends his hand, and Stryke shakes it.
"Ouch! You pulled my arm off - you git!"
"I didn't pull your arm off, Stryke."
Stryke's arm falls to the floor and blood splashes all over the floor.
"You win...", says Stryke, as he collapses in a large pile of blood and gore.
They all look on shocked, and kneel down to him. Whilst examining him, TBN notices something strange about Stryke's chest - it's chunky. TBN goes to pull Stryke's shirt off, but instead pulls back a breastplate. The trio look on, shocked, and look inside.
"What the hell? Life of Brian? Holy Grail? This guy is a robot people!"
"So where's the real Stryke?", asks Tyla.
----------
We cut to a boy, sitting in a large arm chair, with mounds of food and beverage surrounding him. He lets out a hard burp, without taking his eyes off of the television.
"More cookies!"
In walks a servant with a tray, crammed with cookies on.
"Yes master Stryke - here you are. The Di Campri family of Essex' finest selection sire."
"No naff off - I'm watching a movie..."
The servant walks off.
"Kill him! Yeah - gut him!"
31 down - 72 to go
"That should be good."
Stryke slams the door open, and goes into shock, as Tyla, Turbonutter and Fogmaster stand before him, with their guns aimed.
"Freeze!", demands Turbonutter.
Stryke lifts up his arms.
"Guys - I'll help you...I watch movies..."
"Ok, put it there pal!"
Turbonutter extends his hand, and Stryke shakes it.
"Ouch! You pulled my arm off - you git!"
"I didn't pull your arm off, Stryke."
Stryke's arm falls to the floor and blood splashes all over the floor.
"You win...", says Stryke, as he collapses in a large pile of blood and gore.
They all look on shocked, and kneel down to him. Whilst examining him, TBN notices something strange about Stryke's chest - it's chunky. TBN goes to pull Stryke's shirt off, but instead pulls back a breastplate. The trio look on, shocked, and look inside.
"What the hell? Life of Brian? Holy Grail? This guy is a robot people!"
"So where's the real Stryke?", asks Tyla.
----------
We cut to a boy, sitting in a large arm chair, with mounds of food and beverage surrounding him. He lets out a hard burp, without taking his eyes off of the television.
"More cookies!"
In walks a servant with a tray, crammed with cookies on.
"Yes master Stryke - here you are. The Di Campri family of Essex' finest selection sire."
"No naff off - I'm watching a movie..."
The servant walks off.
"Kill him! Yeah - gut him!"
31 down - 72 to go
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