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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. . .

I'll keep reading dw, I love this thing...so are you up for my idea in the IDEAS topic???

No probs! :)

I just did.

Sorry I didn't reply last night but I logged off at a quarter to nine.

Thanks!

Brilliant twain! Really good. I have one space left on my new spoof sign up, if you would like to be in it, go to the thread in the Ninty forum.

That was wicked twain! Loved every minute of it! yeah im glad i caused a little damage! well played! im gonna write one soon but im gonna wait till verybody elses are finished! i liked the dragon part

Sorry. I hope this doesn't mean you won't keep reading it.

It'll be routed down to two at the end, with a big fight and the winner is the last one remaining.

Shame I had to die....oh well.....funny that my fav PD gun is the CMP150!
Great Post!

"It's just you and me, fella!" says Liquid S. "Choose yer weapon and draw!" Liquid S lifts his laptop gun from beside him, just like in those western shoot-outs. Bigman watches with a disgusted look on his face.
"Don't make me laugh," he says. Bigman takes aim with his Cyclone, and sets it to Magazine Discharge. Liquid S watches, thinking "What the hell is he up to?" To himself.
"What's the point wasting a whole clip on me?" Says Liquid S. "A few shots is all it takes, save the rest for everyone else."
"Good point." Bigman lowers his aim. Liquid S sees his chance and takes aim again, at Bigmans head, but the bullets happily fly over his right shoulder.
"With aim like that, you think you'll finish me off?" ays Bigman, quietly chuckling to himself.

Pringle, hiding in the lift, hears the gunfire and readies his Dragon for action. He contentedly presses the button beside the lift, and the lift doors behind Liquid S close, as the lift starts to ascend to Pringle.
"Someone's coming!" Says Bigman, eagerly. Liquid S turns around and takes aim towards the lift doors, ready for Pringle to happily waltz into the bullets of his laptop gun. Behind him, Bigman does the same. With Liquid S' back to him, Bigman happily squeezes the trigger, discharging a full magazine into Liquid S' spine. Liquid S falls to the floor, without saying a word. Pringle hears the gunfire, and jumps in fear. The lift doors close, and Pringle starts to come down to the action. Bigman legs it out of the way. As the lift doors open where Bigman was before, Pringle fires a few rounds to try to make him think that he has killed someone, and drops the dragon next to Liquid S' body, primed with the proxy detonation, and goes back up in the lift, away from danger. Bigman ducks around a corner, and bumps into Ashman. He falls over after the collision.
"Hello there. Fancy bumping into you on this bright, sunny afternoon," says Ashman, taking aim. Bigman scrambles to his feet, but Ashman releases a burst of bullets from his CMP150. Bigman didn't stand a chance. Ashman grabs Bigmans Cyclone and drops his CMP150 next to his corpse. He follows Bigmans path back to the lift, with a cheeky grin on his face.

Pringle, unarmed, runs off to find another weapon.

Ashman stumbles across the body of Liquid S, with the Dragon next to it.
"Someone left in a hurry by the looks of things," he says, looking eagerly at the Dragon. He drops his CMP150.
"This piece of cack won't do any good," he says to himself, throwing the CMP150 away. "This is the gun that speaks my language!" He happily trots over to the Dragon, an even bigger grin on his face. He reaches over to pick it up. He moves closer to reach it. . .closer, closer, closer. He slides his hand under it and grips the handle.
"Whoever left this behind must've been a complete. . ."
The gun detonates in his clutches, sending his arm flying across the room, and the rest of him in the opposite direction.

Meanwhile, Pringle manages to get his hands on a Falcon 2. He wasn't too pleased to have the smallest gun around, but he didn't care much, as long as he had a weapon. He grabs a load of clips for it and stuffs them into his pocket, just to be safe of it running out, and runs back to the lift. He enters the lift, ready for action. As he goes down a floor, he loads up the first clip into the gun. As the door opens on the bottom floor, he bursts through the doorway, ready for action, saying, "Okay then, punks, who's ready to be mowed down?"
As the smoke clears, he looks around the room, seeing the body of Liquid S and Ashman, laying on the floor.
"Damn, they started the party without me!" he says to himself. "All right then, no more hiding away. Lets get in on the action!"

Pringle28 wrote:
> Twain have i entered the arena yet or am istill
> waiting to come in. My special moves gonna be an agressive upercut
> that sends the oppenent flying!If were still doing special moves!

You entered the arena right at the start, but stayed out of danger. The next chapter will be posted in a few minutes, and that upercut that you're talking about, I'll include it in the next installment!

Nice one Twain, but The Ash Man seems to have been very quite so far, my guess is that he'll whoop sum' butt somewhere along these lines! Anyways my new GAD Smash Bros. will be up in 20 mins!