05-23-2007, 10:56 AM
All forty-four fighters had been teleported to their areas during the late hours of the night. Dante?s Abyss had officially kicked off.
A drunk female began performing her Drunken Shadouken. The victim of her assault was air. What had the natural recourse done to deserve this? She had finished the entire bottle of Don Perignon at the barracks, all by herself. Now, she was staggering from left to right in a drunken fashion, thrusting her fingers in the air, lazy red eyes wondering from left to right, behind and in her front. She then used one hand to pretend she was sipping on more wine, while her right palm sharply cut through the clear night air. Her feet kicked forcefully through it, left, right, back, forth, excellent body coordination. Though nobody was in sight, her vision saw differently ? many people trying to attack her, none other than 43 DA contestants, all charging towards her at the same time.
As soon as she defeated her imaginary foes, she tossed the imagery empty cup of wine away and then collapsed to the ground, face smothered on the items in her bag, believing she was lying on a comfortable, squishy, thick velvet pillow. In reality, her face had squashed the soft bread in the red bag. She would regret it in the morning. Her eyes then closed, with a pleasant smile on her face, pleased with her performance.
A familiar gay voice then spoke. "Can everyone hear me?" It was none other than Karl Jack through his megaphone. However, in her drunken condition, she was not aware who it was. "Welcome to your new home for the next seven days! Here is all you need to know:
Find each other. Kill each other.
If a winner is not found in seven days...nobody wins! So let's not let that happen, kay? Good luck, kiddies!"
This is her version of what the man had just finished saying. ?Blah blah blah, blah blah blah fucking blah!?
A drunk female began performing her Drunken Shadouken. The victim of her assault was air. What had the natural recourse done to deserve this? She had finished the entire bottle of Don Perignon at the barracks, all by herself. Now, she was staggering from left to right in a drunken fashion, thrusting her fingers in the air, lazy red eyes wondering from left to right, behind and in her front. She then used one hand to pretend she was sipping on more wine, while her right palm sharply cut through the clear night air. Her feet kicked forcefully through it, left, right, back, forth, excellent body coordination. Though nobody was in sight, her vision saw differently ? many people trying to attack her, none other than 43 DA contestants, all charging towards her at the same time.
As soon as she defeated her imaginary foes, she tossed the imagery empty cup of wine away and then collapsed to the ground, face smothered on the items in her bag, believing she was lying on a comfortable, squishy, thick velvet pillow. In reality, her face had squashed the soft bread in the red bag. She would regret it in the morning. Her eyes then closed, with a pleasant smile on her face, pleased with her performance.
A familiar gay voice then spoke. "Can everyone hear me?" It was none other than Karl Jack through his megaphone. However, in her drunken condition, she was not aware who it was. "Welcome to your new home for the next seven days! Here is all you need to know:
Find each other. Kill each other.
If a winner is not found in seven days...nobody wins! So let's not let that happen, kay? Good luck, kiddies!"
This is her version of what the man had just finished saying. ?Blah blah blah, blah blah blah fucking blah!?