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"Fight for the million"

All of that effortless training is about to take it's toll with nine men after the million pound jackpot for survival.
*hmm, this sounds familiar*

Everyone lines up outside the G5 Grid, with a big shiny door behind them, they close their eyes, and hear these words, "You brought yourself into this, so don't blame me if you're the first to die! It isn't about money, friendship or prizes. You're all about to face the border between life and nonlife, without any Creme Eggs or bogies to munch on, without any Coca Cola or saliva to slurp on, and the one who is left alive at the very end will be the . . err. . .erm. . .damn! I hate it when you forget what you were saying. erm. . . Survivor, yeah, that's right." All the competitors, Microchips, Joe, Liquid S, Pringle, Ashman Bigman, JC, Ice Blaster and Badgerman look up, towards Twain, as he continues, "Now, you will all go in one by one, at three minute intervals, with nothing except yourself. Get a weapon, and a good vantage point. You will then hear a buzzer. Then, and only then, will you be allowed to start. It's all up to you from there. Any questions, guys?"
There is a long silence, and slowly, quietly, and embarrassed being the only one with a question, Microchips raises his hand. Twain sighs.
"This isn't school, y'know. Just ask the question as soon as you get it. Don't bother raising your hand."
"Oh . . .err. . ." Microchips quickly withdraws his hand from the air. "Is there a bog in there?"
"No."
"Damn!" Is there one which I can use before I go in?"
Twain doesn't say a word, but points to a door to his right.
"Thank you," says Microchips.
"Does anybody else have a question?" Says Twain, turning back towards the rest of the bunch. "No?" There is another long silence. The door to Twain's right unlocks, and Microchips pokes his head around the door. "There's no bog roll!" He says.
"Oh. . .just. . .use your sleeve!" Says Ice Blaster, getting agitated from all the waiting.
"Hey, quiet you!" Says Twain. "Just use your sleeve!"
"Okay!" After a few minute, Microchips emerges from the very small room.
"Are you quite finished?" Says Twain.
"Not yet," Microchips replies.
Twain sighs. "What now then?"
Microchips says nothing. He turns towards the door to the toilet and lets one rip. "Ahh, that's better!"
"Okay, Microchips. You'd better go in first before we have any more hold-ups."
Microchips enters and runs towards the nearest weapon, a Falcon 2, and ten runs into a small hidey hole just below the stairs and waits.

One by one, each person enters, with three minutes between each. As the last one enters, the whole Grid remains silent. Three minutes later, the buzzer sounds. . .

Microchips wrote:
> Oh, and does the ... at the end mean that there will be another
> installment? Or am i just being as dumb as I was in the story? ;)
>
> :D

I knew someone would comment on that. Remember the topic you started a while ago, called Fight for the Million, where people would add extra installments in there because you thought I'd given up with the story? I was thinking of popping that to the top, with one last installment from me, and then the other users do the rest, adding to it.

Yay! I won! Thaks Twain, that was a really good story the whole way through! Well done m8!


Oh, and does the ... at the end mean that there will be another installment? Or am i just being as dumb as I was in the story? ;)

:D

A lil late, I know, but this is the best chance I've had all week to post it.



Microchips is the first to fire, catching the top of Joe's leg. Joe screams in pain.
"Damn, I missed it!" says Microchips.
"What the hell was you trying to do there?" says Pringle, puzzled. "Why didn't you just shoot him in the head?"
"I was aiming for his. . ." Microchips pauses. "Shoot him in the head? You mean like this?"
Microchips quickly, without any hesitation, turns towards Pringle and fires at his head. The bullet flies past his ear.
"You really are a crap shot, you know that?" says Pringle.
Joe picks himself up, and breaks up the fighting with a swift, silent shot at Pringle, straight through the chest.
"Thanks for that," says Microchips. "That's the time I was waiting for."
"What are you babbling about?" Joe asks.
"He was becoming a real pain."
"Okay then. . ." Joe looks confused.
There is a long pause, silent, still.
Microchips takes aim at Joe, who is still thinking about what the hell he meant.
"You're so stupid, aren't you?!" He says, aiming at Joe. He gently pulls the trigger, Joe falls to the floor and Microchips makes his way to the exit, from whence he once entered the arena. He stops, just in front of the door, and ducks behind one of the pillars to his left. There is the sound of a zip, and trickling liquid. A yellow puddle appears behind the pillar. Microchips emerges from behind it, and goes through the door.

Twain turns around, to see who it is.
"Everyone's dead now. Where's mah prize?" Says Microchips.
Twain looks very surprised. "YOU won? Well, that's a surprise!"
Microchips gets a large grin from ear to ear, appearing on his face. Twain breathes a deep sigh. "Very well, here's the cash, dosh, moolah, money, pounds, quids and wallet-filler! Now go."
Microchips, very pleased with himself, turns towards the exit. He starts to turn the handle to open the door.
"Oh yeah, I'll see you later," says Twain, casually.
"Huh? What?" Microchips turns around, to find the chessboard on the table, alone. Twain is gone! Microchips shrugs his shoulders and leaves.
"I wonder what he meant by that?" He says to himself, and wanders home, pondering that last line to himself all the way. . .

Thanks Russ! :D

Oh, and you'r mini spoof (joint one with Hercules!- it's twice as long) should be up tomorrow, if all goes according to plan) sorry for the delay!

:)

I vote for Microchips

Nice idea Twain, and I am anxious to read the rest. It has been a joy to read the whole way through, and I am looking forward to reading more of your stuff in the future. Oh, and Outback ash- thanks for voting for me.

:D

Sorry Pringle and Joe, I gotta vote for Microchips, he's my best mate on the forums, its gonna be tuff though!

Sorry. I would've posted this during the weekend, but on Saturday I went out to the Snooker club and on Sunday I went to visit my nan. Oh well, better late than never, eh? It's only short because I wouldn't be able to do the bit concerning the bit at the bottom. Oh, and please take note of the bit at the bottom.

Enjoy!



Pringle sees the end of Microchips' leg as he flees around the corner. Running after him, he fires a burst of bullets around the corner, which hit the wall as Microchips dives around another corner, and slams into Badgerman, who doesn't have a weapon.
"Whoah, easy there, fella!" Says Badgerman, surprised.
Microchips breathes a sigh, picks himself up and runs. Pringle, in the hope to eliminate Microchips, leaps round the corner and fires a load of bullets as soon as he can see around the corner, catching Badgerman in his fire, who screams loudly in agony before blacking out. Microchips and Pringle lunge round the corner and both trip over JC, who is hiding low down in a corner.
"You two again?" he says. "Don't you know when to quit? Why are you targeting me, anyway? There's still that Joe bloke."
"Somebody call for me?" Joe somersaults around the corner, into the room where the arguments are happening, and blasts JC before he gets a chance to stand up.
Joe blows at the end of the barrel of his Dragon, trying to make himself look like a big western hotshot.
"Who do you think you are, Duke Nukem?" Says Pringle, sarcastically. Microchips and Pringle both stand up. Pringle, Joe and Microchips draw there weapons and face each other.


Okay, instead of carrying on and just letting my favourite user win, I thought I'd give a little bit of choice here. I have the last few parts of the story on my PC with gaps where the names will go to finish it off. But you're the one who will be filling in the gaps.
Who will win? Vote NOW!

a) Joe
b) Microchips
c) Pringle

The funniest part is where Fiona defeats the Merrymen! lol!

yeah its gettin better all the time twain! sorry about the wack in the nose microchips! no offence intended. the shrek joke was good!
we can stay up all night swapping manly stories and in the morning, im makin waffles!!