SURVIVAL ISLAND

The door to the kitchen flew open. Reaper looked over. "Tsu!" he exclaimed happily.
He turned off the heat on the stove, and hugged her.

Kaiv saw Ciemny enter. "Hello," he said, sidling up to her. "How are you?" he asked, grinning.

Kit's ears twitched, and he turned to glare at Fred.

Xifer lurked around the coast for a while, and watched the dolphins playing in the waves. He had heard some ruckus from another participant earlier, and didn't see how these dolphins were dangerous. He continued to watch the waves lurch until he realized he was starving. He had not eaten much on the boat ride because he often got seasick, and hadn't realized until now.

He grumbled as he stalked up to the cafeteria, and took a long sniff of the aroma coming from it. He walked in, cautious of the other people, and got in line for the food. It wasn't that long of a line, with maybe about 10 other people. He looked at all the delicious food layed out in front of him, and licked his lips. He wanted to dig his fangs into the steak so badly...but a person a few spaces in line a front of him, snagged the last one.

Xifer was suddenly filled with rage, and wanted to transform into a wolf and slit the person's throat with his claws...but he kept is rage inside his mind, and searched for a different meal. He then saw some turkey, and before anyone else could take it, swiped it. Heh heh....my turkey. , he thought.

He then turned towards the tables. Most of them had other people sitting at them, so Xifer searched for a table without anyone there. In one of the corners, there was an old beaten up table that had nobody sitting at. Perfect..., he thought. He sat at the table and began to pick at the turkey. He watched the others eat their meals, and tried to examine their weaknesses so he could use those later in the game. Being very observant, he learned that the person who had freaked out earlier about the dolphin, was in fact a zombie-like creature named Fred.

Heheheheh.....this is going to be waaaaaaay to easy..., he grimly thought as he planned out how he was going to attack this person later in the game. And so he spent his time later that evening out on the shore watching and taking notes about the dolphins.

"When is the event starting?!" Fred questioned furiously.
"I'm sure it will soon. Let's head over to the cafeteria again," Larry answered.
"Thank you. I'm hungry."
"You know, you should have gone hunting with us."
"FUCK YOU!"
Larry sighed deeply.
"We're using every ounce in our bodies to keep you in control."
"....YOU'RE FAT."
"Fred, shut up. You're not getting anywhere with this."
"SHUT UP YOU STINKY ZOMBIE!"
"Fred, you shou--"
"SILENCE, INFIDEL!"
"..."
"...."
"....."
"......"
As soon as they had nothing to say, the three rotting zombies trotted to the cafeteria in wait of the start of the first chapter in the contest.

ooc//
WHY IN THE NAME OF HELL DID WE STOP THIS RP!?

CONCLUSION:
I bomb the island.
Everyone dies.
Those who are dead die again.
You're dead.
Your friends are dead.
Your family's dead.
Your fucking pets are being skinned alive.
Your mom's a fucking whore.
You suck at life.
The whole world hates you.
You're going to hell.
Live with it.
The end.

.....
-AVGN'd-

⑨ wrote:

CONCLUSION:
I bomb the island.
Everyone dies.
Those who are dead die again.
You're dead.
Your friends are dead.
Your family's dead.
Your fucking pets are being skinned alive.
Your mom's a fucking whore.
You suck at life.
The whole world hates you.
You're going to hell.
Live with it.
The end.

.....
-AVGN'd-

BUTBUT, ME AND ROSIE (and our OCs) LIVE RIGHT?! RIGHT?!??!?!

-Dating a mint- wrote:

⑨ wrote:

CONCLUSION:
I bomb the island.
Everyone dies.
Those who are dead die again.
You're dead.
Your friends are dead.
Your family's dead.
Your fucking pets are being skinned alive.
Your mom's a fucking whore.
You suck at life.
The whole world hates you.
You're going to hell.
Live with it.
The end.

.....
-AVGN'd-

BUTBUT, ME AND ROSIE (and our OCs) LIVE RIGHT?! RIGHT?!??!?!

YAS.

as the remains of the deserted island stood still, a young god stood picking up the leftover bones of those who were living.
"how sad," he mumbled, "they never even got past five pages."
he looked back at the ruins of the building, shattered all over the fucking place.
he chuckled, and threw down a skull he was holding.
"well, this is what i get for going back through the forums and reading their shitty-ass roleplaying."
the god sighed, and wondered why he even decided to do this.
and so he went back to kill all of your remaining non-existant sanity with images of gore and terror beyond your imaginations.
the end.

ps i farted

that too

mostly MY OLD OCS AAAAHHH MY OLD WRITING AAAAAAAAA ATROCITIES OF STROCITIES