Day One: Afternoon

[Deo]

The last patters of rain halted against the leaves, dripping down occasionally to patter on the Saiyan's head as he rested in his makeshift bunk in the bow of the large alien foliage. His hair was half soaked, and he smelt like wet death, but he had managed to avoid an early needless conflict so far. Best to let everyone else wear themselves out, then make a move. He flicked the scouter at his ear, and the lime green screen came to life, a few of the power levels had shifted position and intensity from the last time he had checked.

Stuffing his hand into the survival pack, he felt around, fingers grasping at one of the lumps of bread. He plucked it out, shoving it into his mouth whole. Even conserving his energy, he was still expending it just being alive. And bread only lasted so long, he might have to go kill someone just to take their food, or maybe just shoot a random animal. Either way.

He stuffed what he had in his mouth into the back of his cheek, chewing, leaning his head back to make it easier. He had a habit of shoving so much into his mouth, he had to do such things to make himself stop from falling out. There was a loud gulp, and he burped lightly. Not bad. Not great, but not bad. Tasted sort of like soggy cardboard.

Placing the bag back on the branch, it swung from side to side, but unlike what he expected, there was a loud noise. Fabric ripping. Looking down, he saw half the remnants of his bread, his compass and the bottles of water topple out towards the ground. WET BREAD HAD A HORRIBLE SHELF LIFE!

Thrusting himself from the wood, he dove through the air, hands outstretched at spider-sense speed. Clutching the objects against his chest, he rolled in his fall and crashed on his back in the wet grass. The compass clutched between his teeth, he grunted. STUPID TREE! MAKE HOLES IN MY BAG!

Now, with a hole in his pack that made it only useful for holding anything larger then a bottle of water, he sat up, dropping the compass into his arms. Shoving it under his shoulder armor, he sighed, holding his rations. Well, he could try tying the part with the hole shut. He looked up at his bag. Pathetic, wet, ripped, wiggling and with a little furry ass sticking out of the top.

...wait...what?

He did a double take. There was indeed a tiny pair of ass cheeks making themselves apparent out of the top of his pack, highlighted with a tail. "...I don't remember seeing rump roast in there...."

There was a series of ooks and aaks, and then...SHIT! BREAD THIEF! "HEY!" He barked, dropping the water and reaching up with his free hand. "GIT OUTTA THERE YOU LITTLE SHIT!" He roared, reaching up to grab the tail that was poking out.

There was an exclamatory squeal, and the tail went rigid. Kol sneered as the tail constricted around his wrist, yanking upwards. But just as the furry form of the creature was pulled out, something else caught his attention. A loud 'ch-chak' echoed, and the muzzle of a ki-shotgun was stuffed over his nose.

".........fuck."

Suddenly. THE TABLES WERE TURNED! EVOLUTION HAD TOPPLED! THE ROLES WERE REVERSED! THE CHAIN HAD SNAPPED! THE PREDATOR HAD BECOME THE PREY! THE SHOE WAS ON THE OTHER FOOT!

Also, a monkey with a gun. Woo.

Kol's expression immediately shifted to a nervous smile. "'ehhhhhyyy....lil' buddy! No need to raise arms!" He cooed, lightening his grip, but the tail was now fastened securely, like an extra arm. "I mean...we're family...aren't we?" He questioned.

The little monkey let out an 'Ekekekooo...' wiggling the ungainly weapon in both arms, one hand clumsily placed near the trigger. If that weapon went off, it would probably be by accident...although...there was that little glimmer of intelligence that monkeys seemed to have.

The little spider-primate's eyes fell on something, though. The bread in Deo's free hand. AHA! The stomach weakness. Must be genetic. Licking his lips, Kol's fingers rolled a small chunk of bread free from the mass, turning it into a small sphere.

Holding it between his index and middle finger, he reached out ever slowly to the little primate, who's nose began wiggle profusely. Little nervous chitters escaping it's throat as it leaned forward, sniffing at the food. Trying to pull at it with his tongue, he was thwarted by the Saiyan's hand retracting.

"Nonono." Was Kollifum's response, which returned an angry squeak from the monkey. Realizing it's only option was to use it's gift of FINGERS AND THUMBS, it removed it's grip from the gun, which dropped through the air, and grasped at the ball of bread.

Kol's tail swatted out and coiled around the butt of the weapon, suspending it in the air as he allowed the little monkey to eat. Holding it once more upside down in his hand, he clicked his tongue a few times and held out another little ball.

After consuming the first, the little monkey scampered up Kol's arm, and perched on his shoulder as he handed him the food. "...now...you wanna sit on my shoulder, fine. But I swear to god...if someone says 'do you spank your monkey'...we're through."

Kol gained MONKEY

"Well, first things first...you need a name.....Jack?...no. I think that's been done..." He mumbled, placing his hand to his chin. Invisible beard stroke. "....Spanky?...ok, wait..I just said that was a bad idea two seconds ago...well...you like stuffing your face, you're sorta lazy...annoying, you like to play with guns...and you smell.." He mumbled, thinking back over the people he had met, heard of and read about. He snapped his fingers. "I'll call you Raditzu!"

"Hello hello my brave warriors! It's now in the middle of the day, and I'd like to congratulate you all on surviving 12 hours! However, you only have...6 and a half days left to kill 41 people, or NOBODY wins!

Here is the death list:

#13 Grandpa Gohan
#40 Warren Peace
#42 Paige

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

C5
D8

That's it! Good luck, my warriors! I'll be rooting for...well, a couple of you.

This is Karl, over and out!"

"....shit." Kol growled, mentally noting his position. He'd have to take off, and fast, lest he be smeared on the landscape. "Alright Rad. Stick with me kid, and you'll be better off then your name sake...even WITH the pooh-flinging."

Latching the ki-shotgun to his back, he tied the bag just above where the hole was and managed to fit everything inside. Now with side kick, Kol took off on foot, flicking his scouter to life, he inhaled deeply. "Ahhh...I love the smell of monkey in the morning."

[Bardock]

With both his paper and electronic scouter map updated, Bardock was almost ready to hit the trail. He traded his now empty water bottle for a fresher one from the cooler, and took one last look around the store. Suddenly, his eye rested upon a door, and upon entering, he saw a stock room. What was particularly interesting was the large device that sat unattended on a table.

?A communication device?? he wondered to himself as he pressed a button.

?Go ?head be gone with it?getcha sexy on?go ?head be gone with it? getcha sexy on?go ?head be gone with it?getcha sexy on?YA READY?!?

Bardock was taken aback in puzzlement. He turned what appeared to be a tuning dial. He must not have hit the right frequency.

?Fergalicious!?

Nope.

?Hey, hey you, you, I don?t like your girlfriend!?

Eighteen? Bardock was pretty sure she was Raditzu?s girlfriend, and he had gotten her pretty good in their last scrap. He turned the dial.

?I ain?t as good as I once was, that?s just the cold hard truth, I still throw a few back, talk a little smack, when I?m feelin? bulletproof.?

Nope.

?One night, YEAH and one more time, thanks for the memories even though they weren?t so great?

Nope.

?Thatwecominwiththekillerswe?rewiththegorillas
thevillainswillgetyouwhenyoudisrespectus??

The saiya-jin didn?t catch that last one, and he was out of patience now. The messages were obviously coded, and he didn?t have the skills to decipher them. Bardock slammed his fist down on the boom box and shattered it. Time to leave. The fighter swapped his scouter for his sunglasses and headed for the door, pulling his bandana back up to his forehead.

With this protective eyewear, my other eye will be safe. The shields are dark, so no one will be able to tell I can?t see out of one, he assured himself. I won?t need a scouter until I make camp for the night.

It was a risk, to be sure, but he was willing to take it.

Now it was time to get back on track. There was still some killing to be done.

[Retane]

"Ugh? Huh?"

Retane stirred. His eyes slowly opened to see Lone staring dead in his eyes in a shrouded figure. The wolf had found nothing, but then again, the dweomer only had a limited distance on how far he could go from the namekian. The mercenary stared into the deep solemn eyes of the ki created canine and looked about the area. Something was wrong.

Tapion was not around!

The mercenary and Tapion had both paused for rest. Retane's body had grown terribly weak and Tapion needed rest. Obviously the big eared alien had come to before the namek and took off for some reason. The wolf turned his head to the east and growled. He didn't need to because Retane understood already the direction his comrade had went.

Retane stood up, his prone body erupting in pain as he did. A mere wince is all the hunter with give to show any indication of what he felt. His clothes anew, and his body refreshed, he took off in a sprint.

A low growl issued from his lips and was returned by his four legged companion, who ran beside him. The sun lurched at the dark globes that were the rogues eyes, and quickly he reached for the mask that rested at his belt. Whipping it upon his head, he kept on going, his sight become a tinted green, yet it was clear. Oh how he hated light!

The mercenary pondered what could have happened to him, Tapion. He had an uneasy feeling in his stomach and needed to have answers. Was Tapion ok? Had he been hurt worst? Perhaps he had betrayed him? Retane could not possibly beleive that. Mayhaps, though, that the murders natural instinct had made his friend uncomfortable. What if he was dead?

The heartless assassin's boggled mind went blank. Only two words regeistered in his head then.

Freind. Dead.

Retane had hardly ever thought the word freind existed until that point and time. There was one other, an arachnid named Lecath that would fit in Tapion's category. The memories of the eight-legged creature flooded his head and pained him. The mercenary quicked his paste, he wanted to be assured of the Konat's situation, to know he was alright, just as the elvish one had done with him after the explosion involving Pikkon.

A burst of savage fury erupted through the heart and soul of the namekain. His pace had turned into a full blown run and his mind was purely set upon finding Tap. Everything else was lost to him. The fact that he was in a game, the fact that he had enemies out there, hunting him, the fact that he needed to survive.

He wanted to ensure Tapion was safe!

The rogue came to an abrupt stop as he got his wish. A tealish, green man lay nearby, while Tapion sat, eating a peice of bread and an apple, over a fire roasted a small carcass of sorts, perhaps a rodent of sorts.

"Took you long enough", smirked the tan warrior, smiling as he offered an apple to the namekian. 'Take a seat and enjoy."

Retane could only stand there and look down at his comrade, his ally, his friend.

[Jinpo]

The Namekian entered the next building down the line and struck gold. While tearing apart the room which appeared to be the kitchen/dining room, Cargo stumbled upon a variety of canned food. The jackpot consisted mainly fruit, vegetables, and SPAM. Why the inhabitants of the dwelling left it there, he would never know. He was just glad it was there. The young fighter threw the canned into his standard-issue DA knapsack and continued scavenging through the abode.

When the rummager had completed his mission, he grabbed a fork, walked over to a table located in the dining room, sat down, opened up some canned peaches and began to extinguish his nagging hunger. As the juicy fruit slid down the kid?s throat, he, once again, got lost in his own thoughts.

Cargo suddenly found himself outside of the building and standing in a jungle-like setting. He walked forward into a clearing in the center of the area only to stop abruptly at a horrifying sight. A dark and ominous figure stood on the opposite side of the opening, shrouded in darkness. He stood roughly the same height as Cargo and about the same build. The moon hung directly above the two men, illuminating only the eyeline of the stranger. His vibrant red irises caused thoughts of bloodshed and death to infiltrate the kid?s mind, setting up a scene that Cargo didn?t like: A fight against an unknown opponent who scared him.

?Who are you?? the Namekian child inquired, however, the mysterious individual remained silent and emotionless. Cargo got a bad vibe from this man; something evil emanated from him. The two brawlers looked each other up and down, waiting for the perfect opportunity to present itself. Cargo's vest flowed in the wind as he hastily tried to calculate the best method of attack; he didn't want his opponent to get the upper hand early. He knew he was in for a fight. The youngling ran through numerous battle plans before finally settling on one.

?It?s now or never? he said internally. No sooner did Cargo think this than he launched off of the ground straight at the mystery man. Faking a kick to the body, he quickly spun around in the air and threw a punch directly at the face of his rival. Cargo saw his enemy?s crimson eyes disappear into the darkness.

?You?ve got to be faster than that, kiddo.? Cargo?s foe whispered mockingly into his ear. Infuriated, the green warrior swung his forearm around carelessly allowing his opponent to take advantage. Grabbing his arm, the malicious fighter twisted and yanked it upwards causing Cargo?s shoulder joint to explode with pain. As he tried to free himself, he came to a stunning realization. He was like anyone he had ever seen before. He wasn?t normal.

?This guy is tough. He?s just as strong, if not stronger, than I am. Who is he?? Cargo muttered under his breath, as he was trying to figure a way out of this hold. Cleverly, he used his other arm to thrust numerous elbows into the midsection of his foe. The man?s grip weakened and the green-skinned child yanked his arm free.

?Heh.? Cargo sniggered, excited that he had escaped his foe?s vice-like grip. ?I'm stronger than you thought, eh?? His rival just blinked once again as he licked the blood off of his arm. His eyes fixed upon the Namekian, hate coursing through his veins. Then, from out of nowhere, the veiled brawler unleashed a bloodcurdling scream that could have been heard by someone on the opposte side of the world. If Cargo couldn?t feel the venom that man bore him, it was certainly clear now. His hatred permeated the entire area they fought in. The villain?s form was still clouded by the night, and curiosity was now an additional distraction for the child.

Both fighters charged at each and with Cargo throwing the first punch. His opponent easily parried this blow. Both warriors began throwing lightning-fast attacks, initiating a flurry of kicks, punches, and knees. Both were trying to accomplish the laborious task of landing a hit on the other. With a resourceful feint, Cargo landed what he thought was a crushing kick to the neck, alas, the defender didn?t budge. The green fighter?s confidence plummeted as, without warning, the mystery man drove his fist directly into Cargo?s midsection. All of the air in the kid?s lungs was forcibly ejected from him. The pain caused him to bend over at the waist, trying to recover the wind he lost, but his enemy was too quick for that. He launched himself into the air and finished the combination attack with a jumping knee to Cargo?s mug, knocking him backwards towards the ground.

"You can't win, you puny Namekian. Just give up." the stronger of the two fighters uttered in a dark, demented tone that you would except from the devil. He stepped forward to finish his downed foe off. A slim ray from the silvery moon shone down, clearing the darkness that surrounded him.

?It can?t be . . .?

The prongs of the fork clanged against the tin bottom of the can. The peaches had been gone for 5 minutes.

?Is that what I can become . . . with hate?? Cargo immediately got up out of his chair and headed towards the door.

[Android 17]

?Pew-pew!? Tensing up when he heard the sound, Seventeen turned to face a door labeled ?Principal?s Office.? With the utmost caution, the machine-hybrid put his hand on the door knob, slowly turned it to the left, and then gave it a slight push. The door creaked open?its hinges squealing as it swung away to reveal someone who was vaguely familiar to the android.

Upon noticing the warrior?s massive head of hair, Seventeen swore at himself for being unable to denote the man?s identity immediately. After a moment or so, Raditzu turned around to face the newcomer. The long-haired warrior held a doll in one hand and what seemed to be a chewed-up piece of bread in the other. The machine-hybrid arched his eyebrow at the man?s possessions, and in return, Raditzu flashed a similar motion back at the android and his ridiculous appearance.

?Yup?? The saiya-jin asked casually?ending the awkward silence. ?You need something??

?Oh, not much,? Seventeen replied, conveying the same degree of nonchalance. ?Just walking around and passing the time. Trying to live it up, y?know? How are y?wait?is that a doll of yourself??

?I?m kind of a big thing,? the saiya-jin shot back, leaning back onto the principal?s desk. ?Have we met before?? The long-haired powerhouse inquired. His mouth twisted up as he pondered the identity of the man in front of him.

?Name?s Seventeen,? the android responded. ?While I don?t think we?ve ever technically met, we?ve both been at a lot of locations for when the major, like, galaxy-shaping drama goes down.?

?Cool,? Raditzu responded. ?You sure you?re not living it up a little too much?? The saiya-jin asked, pointing with his doll hand toward the android?s general appearance.

?Boredom?? Seventeen offered as a response.

?Tch.? Raditzu snickered. The machine-hybrid chuckled softly at the reply.

?So, uh,? the android muttered, stumbling over his thoughts as he tried to pile them all together. ?If you?re not busy, you want to go see if we can find anyone to kill? In the meantime, we won?t have to like, wander this massive place by ourselves and become increasingly bored out of our minds,? the cyborg paused as Raditzu shifted his position. ?What do you say?? Seventeen added after a few more moments.

?Sure,? the saiya-jin finally replied casually, shrugging his shoulders to symbolize his blatant nonchalance toward the notion. The android didn?t really mind one way or another, because he carried the same demeanor as well. In the end, someone to bullshit with would be a plus, even if the two were both equally detached from the scenario at hand.

[Uno]

A small baby rabbit, lost from its mother and family, was wondering around. It scurried around in a desperate search for food. It quickly glanced to the left, then the right, and finally scurried forward again. The harmless animal wore a thick brown fur, helping it blend into the dark ground and to avoid harmful predators. Its ears were small, and its feet weren?t fully developed, too small even for its petite body. The bunny?s eyes darted back and forth, both searching for sustenance, and watching for another animal that may want to snuff out its short and meaningless existence.

Suddenly, the tiny animal halted. It twitched its ears, and cocked its head behind it. The rabbit saw nothing. It turned back around, slowly hopping forward. The tiny heart of the furry creature began beating faster, and it started moving a little bit faster. ...creak...The rabbit stopped again, knowing it heard something behind it. The scared animal twitched its ears in several different directions, trying to hear the noise again. After several minutes of silence, the rabbit took another hop forward, hearing nothing. It took another, and then another two after that; still nothing. It became suspicious, and scanned the area around it. After assuring itself that nothing was their, the baby bunny continued its hunt for food.

Creak! The bunny took off at full speed, running as fast as he could. The tiny animal zipped under roots, rustled through bushes, and sprinted through clearings. It was disparate to continue its existence, no matter what. It finally reached the edge of a body of water, out-of-breath and twitchy. The harmless bunny heightened its senses, trying to figure out if whatever was chasing it had left. It waited...and waited...and waited for several minutes. It heard nothing. It saw nothing. The rabbit finally believed that it was safe. The adorable animal gave what sounded like a sigh.

Plop! The rabbit turned toward the water, where several air bubbles appeared from out of the water. The small animal turned its head sideways, wondering what it was. He slowly hopped over toward the water, when another ?plop!? was heard. It looked into the water, staring at its reflection. It gazed intently, looking for the slightest movement. It saw two red eyes staring back at it, with killer intent.

It jumped back, as a large figure emerged from out of the water. The monstrous beast grinned, showing all of its glowing teeth. There were spikes on the top of its pudgy head and forearms. It liked its lips, and closed its fist in the dirt. The harmless bunny wanted to run from it, but its tiny arms were frozen with fear. ?Heh heh heh? the beast known began to speak, in a darker and deeper voice. The monster quickly moved its head right up to the rabbit?s. ?HERE?S DODORIA!!!?

The scared little animal turned around and headed back into the woods, running as fast as it could. The animal-like Dodoria waited a few seconds before pursuing the rabbit. He quickly caught up to the rabbit, and began to laugh maniacally. The overweight beast lunged high into the air and landed right in front of the retreating animal, cutting off the rabbit?s escape point. Dodoria grabbed the harmless creature and began to squeeze it. He continued to tighten his hold on the bunny, crushing the life out of its tired body. It began to breathe slower and winced in pain. The breaking of the tiny creature?s bones could be heard. ?Bye-bye, Mr. Bunny!?

The childlike monster finally took his other hand and twisted off the poor bunny?s head. The small head of the rabbit had its eyes wide open, and it?s jaw hanged open. It was trenched in it?s own blood, oozing into the fur and dripping onto the ground. The deadly beast sunk his teeth into the stomach of the deceased animal and ripped open it?s stomach. Dodoria happily feasted on the dead creature?s insides, not leaving anything behind. The pink monster?s mouth was covered in liquids and juices, but he continued his feast. He ripped off the right arm, then the left. He bit the top of the head clean off, and chomped down on the hard bone as if it were a bread stick. After Dodoria was finished, all that was left of the animal was it?s two feet. He grabbed the feet and stuffed them inside his bag. ?Rabbit?s feet good luck!?

With his stomach full, for the moment, Dodoria?s eyes turned back to normal and stood back up on two legs. The ki on his teeth dissipated and returned to normal as well, and returned to the innocent looking Dodoria that he normally was. He began skipping off in some random direction, attempting to whistle. His face was still covered in blood and guts, but the happy fat man did not care. ?Dodoria and Baggy go!?

ooc: Yeah, this might be my last RP for a while, cause I?m going to be going to a place without internet connection on Saturday. I should be back by Tuesday, but I am just hoping that I don?t get caught in a danger zone. Oh well.