Day One: Evening

[Deo]

"STOP PICKING AT MY HEAD!" Kollifum snapped, reaching both hands up to grab at the little monkey who'd been clinging to his shoulder in an attempt to pick some sort of invisible lice from his locks. "I JUST HAD A SHOWER YE-....TW-.........ok, so it was a while ago. BUTIDONTHAVELICE!"He barked, swatting his hands at the little primate, who now hung from the mane of his long black hair.

Things were quiet, aside from the chitters of his new companion, and his own footsteps and hollering, there wasn't much else, and it made him uncomfortable. He'd traveled a good distance from his original position, and so far he'd yet to run into a conflict with another fighter.

Good luck never lasted too long, and if it did, it usually meant when the bad luck came around, it came around hard and fast. Especially with the way these dead zones were popping up, it was bound to funnel people into the same areas and force a confrontation. Alliances, power houses, unknown weaponry, it was like playing chess blind folded, and every time you lost a piece you played a game of Russian roulette.

Drumming his hands on the shotgun at his side, he adjusted the sight of the scouter, and took a moment to scan the immediate area. Not much around save for himself and his partner, and with the death counts rising, he was obviously in the clear, full stamina, no one even had the slightest idea where he was.

He could just hold out until the end, and take out the beaten down survivors. It wasn't pretty, but hey, neither was exploding like an overly ripe tomato. Survival versus sportsmanship? Survival would always come out on top, even if it was just fake survival that was always guaranteed, what with auto-respawn.

"Don't sleep on me yet, folks, I've still got an update for ya! After I'm done, you can tuck yourselves in - if you trust your friends to watch you sleep, that is.

Here is the death list:

#08 Gokua
#17 Minoshia
#36 Bulma
#45 Krug

And now, it's time to announce the new forbidden zones! These zones will be activated in six hours!If you're in one of these spots at noon...BOOM! Hehe!

I3
F9

Also, D4 is no longer a danger zone!

That's it! Good luck, all! Only six hours to go and you'll have survived 24 hours on this survival tournament!

This is Karl, over and out!"

The voice crackled out, and Kol grunted. "...I'm really getting sick of having the Village People's intergalactic counterpart yelling in my ear every couple of hours." He grimaced, looking up to his under-evolved companion.

Raditzu promptly had his big toe shoved up his nose. After a moment, he popped it out, and shoved the aforementioned digit into his mouth. Nasal candy...mmmmm. Tasted like victory.

"...........that's really attractive Rad." He mumbled, placing his hand over his mouth. There was a good chance that many people would be sleeping about now, but there was an equal chance that many would be trying to take advantage of that idea. Going out on little night time prowls.

What was the best way to be in a situation to catch a hunter and the hunted equally unaware? Well, aside from teaching the monkey how to use the shotgun. "....hm...Nah." That would probably just end up being worth one poorly aimed shot, a dead monkey and the enemy getting his shotgun.

Instead, he just did what he did last time, with a little twist. Positioning himself in the protective foliage of a large tree, he tossed several dozen branches all over the ground in the surrounding area. Dry branches, if one was stepped on, they'd make a very apparent snap, and give away the position of any approaching enemy, while still leaving Kol hidden in his little hide away.

Not perfect, but it would do, and allow him to rest. Shotgun placed across his torso, small monkey curled atop his head, he took this moment to enjoy a drink, and another mouthful of bread.