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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. . .

Excellent Twain but my poor gonads!

Anyway I give it this BIGMAN award


'Fight for the million' as recommened by the BIGMAN


The BIGMAN :)

Would you read ut Pringle?

sounds good Rm18! 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!

Thats cool, just remember me next time...

Would you read my post in Chat called 'Metal Gear Sainsburys'?

Thanks

It's a shame that you didn't volunteer when I posted the "Who wants to. . ." topic further down. Then you'd be in it.

That was great, I just wish I was in it :(

P.S. look out for my spoof, Metal Gear Sainsbury, in Chat in about 20 mins

Thanks

I know!

:-)

Hey, that was great Twain!

Okay, change of plan. It WILL be coming to you in chapters, bit-by-bit.



      Bigman ducks inside a small room with a door at either end, Cyclone in one hand. Waiting impatiently, he walks up and down the room, trying to keep an eye on each door. There isn't any movement from anyone in the grid, as they all anticipate someone else presenting themselves to the business end of their weapons. The silence, the stillness, the anxiety are all too much for Bigman, he goes rushing out the far door, to find himself staring down the barrel of Ice Blasters DY357 magnum. Ice Blaster jumps in surprise, and begins to blast his gun in all directions frantically. A bullet whistles through the far door of the room where Bigman emerged from, scaring the hell out of Liquid S, who it waiting around the corner.
      Afraid to take any chances, Liquid S deploys his laptop gun on the wall where the bullet hit, and flees towards the nearest gun, which happens to be a Falcon 2.
"That's just bloody great," he says, annoyed to have picked up the smallest gun in the battle, not realising that size doesn't matter. The Falcon 2 is actually quite powerful, y'know.
      Bigman stands stiff with fear. He knows how powerful a DY357 can be, the only movement in him being his heart drumming against his chest. Ice Blaster takes aim, but Bigman ducks under his legs, tripping him up. Ice Blaster drops his gun in surprise. Bigman then takes aim and slowly pulls the trigger. As a spurt of bullets emerge from the barrel, Ice Blaster rolls hastily out of the way. The bullets catch his elbow. He screams in pain. Quickly and efficiently, Bigman blasts away at the magnum laying on the floor, before Ice Blaster gets a chance to reach for it. Bigman takes aim again at Ice Blasters face. Ice Blaster sees what is going to happen and reacts faster than an elephant with a mouse under its nose. He lifts his leg, crunching Bigmans gonads. Bigman jumps in surprise and falls down in agony, sheer AGONY. Ice Blaster legs it into the room where Bigman once stood. Ice Blaster quickly picks up the gun waiting for him where he picked up the Magnum last time, which turns out to be a Dragon. He loads it up, and rushes back the way he came, hoping to find Bigman still rolling about in agony where he was before. But, he's gone! He rushes back into the room where Bigman was hiding to start with, and hurries through the door on the other side of the room, face first into a laptop gun.
     Liquid S, still hiding in the corner, hears the sound of gunfire, and a loud shreak from Ice Blaster, then, silence. He slowly edges out of his corner, to find Ice Blasters body lying on the floor, and the barrels of the laptop gun, slowly rotating, slowly coming to a stop. He breathes a big sigh of releaf and, feeling pretty chuffed with himself, reclaims his laptop gun from the wall, dropping the Falcon 2, and proceeds to the hallway attached to the other side of the wall. Gun ready for action, he starts to move towards the opening, when a bullet whistles past his ear. He turns around in panic, finding himself staring into the eyes of Bigman, loading up his Cyclone.

Thanks Pringle
I have been toying with several different ideas for what to do after the compo is through.

I might do some more on Nitendo goes dating or perhaps get a couple of people to help me create a GAD Smash Bros. League table with 3 up to 5 fights a day! Anyhow that won't be the last of these type of posts