Day One

[Burter Jr]

Junior giggled as his hands went over the console. He had just explained to the twelve the fighters that they'd be killing each other. "Omg here we go!11" He pushed the red button.

The twelve fighters appeared in random places on the map.

"LOL!" Junior shouted onto the megaphone, "HAVE FUN!11"

12 Fighters Remaining

You can roleplay and move and all that. Have fun. Remember, this is just a test game, so it's supposed to suck.

[Violet]

Donning her fake army gear, Violet moved away from teh house and smiled. Her weapon was one peice of hella sexiness, and she was ready to go make smores. "Mmm...smores..." She drooled.

Moving across the terrain, flamethrower in hand, she waived the thick, hollow end out before her, fingers poised over the trigger. One hand snaked around to her pocket and fished out her cigs. Placing one stick between her painted lips, she pointed the nozzled of the weapon a couple feet away from her face and lit it, leaning the tip of her cigarette into the fiery spray spouting from the end of the nozzle. The end glowed into a fire, and she let the flame of her gun die down into nothingness. She drew in a puff of smoke, and released it slowly from the corners of her mouth, eyes squinting in the sunlight.

"Alright, you fuckers. Let's play." She tapped the end of the flamethrower against her open palm, and stalked on.


OOC: I think that is how it is supposed to go, right, BJ?

[Super Buu]

Randomly, Super Buu dropped out on the ground. "Wtf?" he exclaimed. "There's got to be a fast substitute for flying ..."

As he was thinking, the majin's eyes landed on a tub, seemingly placed for him. "Whale fat ...?"

Before long the pink monster was skidding along the ground, coated in a thick layer of whale fat, on the way to his next destination.

[Krillin]

Krillin pissed on his hands, lapped it up like the nectar of life, then pissed on them again.

"Omg. Tastes so good."

[Android 17]

One moment Seventeen had been idly sitting in his room, enjoying an enthralling game of Super Mario Brother RPG: Legend of the Seven stars, and then he was being debriefed by some blue dude about a game. Before he really had an idea what was going on, Seventeen was standing in a large field, surrounded by vaste stretches of nothing. That's when he saw the skateboard sitting idly next to his position--beckoning him to it.

"Oh...my...gawd!" Seventeen declared, his voice elevating into a woman's octave as a giddy smile spread across his face. Jumping off the ground, the android landed on the wooden device and kicked the earth to the side, propelling him forward. The machine-hybrid was off--haphazardly prepped to deal with whatever actually awaited him in this strange, bizarre place.

[Super Buu]

Super Buu slid along the grassy turf at an incredible pace. The whale fat was unstoppable - nay, HE was unstoppable!

"DUDE!" yelled a voice. "LOOK OUT!"

Looking ahead, Buu could see some dude on a skateboard, and they were heading right towards each other.

"I CAN'T!!!" screamed Buu. "I CAN'T STOP IT!!!"

"HIT THE BRAKES!" screamed sk8board man.

With a KERLOLSMASH!, the two collided.

"Wtf, 17?" said Buu. "Why didn't you move?"

"Buu, make me a sk8board sig."

"????"

OOC: Zomg 17 and SB have met up. This is confirmed via PM from Branton Junior.

[Toshiro]

Dropping from the sky, Gohan spread his arms out wide and grinned widely. "Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!" He began to spin around, his eyes closed, oblivious to his surroundings. Untill he landed hard agasint the ground.

Groaning and sitting up. The hybrid rubbed his head, dusted off his shoulders, then began to skip along his merry way.

[Drake]

Goku, like, stood on a high building- surveying the land below him for possible fighters after being transported to the Ghetto D.A. grounds. But other than barren streets, and the odd stray dog; nothing seemed to be going on in his little plot of land. So he decided to "Hulk" it and start bounding off in an eastward direction to see if he could find someone interesting to talk to or possible engage in a match of fisticuffs- how that would turn out would be a game of chance.

[Burter Jr]

Face to Face

Bujin and Furiza

Bujin kept his weapon pointed forward as he walked over the hills leading up towards the mountain. "Doo doo de doo de doo!" He whistled.

Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he saw something whiz towards him. It plucked past his shoulder, barely missing him.

"OMG!" He screamed, putting a hand on his shoulder, as if protecting it from anymore shots. "YOU SHOT AT MY ARM! OMGOMGOMGOMG!"

Furiza stood about fifty feet away, crossbow in his hands, aimed carefully at the tealish warrior. "LOL! GOT U!"

Another arrow zoomed gracefully through the air, towards Bujin's chest. The smaller fighter lept into the air, jumping a good ten or fifteen feet, his own weapon pointed at the changling. He cocked the shotgun again, and fired.

The shotgun was unleashed high in the air, and came crashing down onto Furiza's body. The changling flew backwards, feeling the ki shots hit his chest and shoulders, flinging him down the hill.

"PWNED!" Bujin said triumphantly, landing on the hill.

12 Fighters Remaining

Furiza's been shot in the right side of his chest with a shotgun. He's hurt and bleeding pretty bad.

[Violet]

Violet held the flame thrower's nozzle just at her hips, singing Nelly, punctuating each chorus with a spout of flames.

She was pissed over this damn collar around her neck, and the sad thing of it all was it didn't remind her of death when she put it on. Her mind had gone elsewhere. Mentally smacking herself, she shook her head free of perverted thoughts, then flicked the burnt cigarette into the grass.

Stopping at the edge of the green blades, she looked off into the distance, feeling all like Clint Eastwood and nothing of the shyish, but occasionally permanantly PMSed nature she usually bestowed.

Jutting her weapon out more, she looked on, eyes pausing over a movement in the far distance. Slowly, she began walking towards it.

[Yamu]

Yamu thought fighting sucked?he was tired of it?the bleeding and coughing that having to get up.

So he decided to find a nice shady spot and take a nap. Finding his weighted pants to itchy Yamu took them off nap collapsed under a tree.

?Ahh?nothing like sleeping naked in a strangers yead?haven?t done this since college??

[Reijin]

After an entire night of rough sex with the neighbors wife, R-Dawg awoke to find himself lying in the middle of a dripping muddle of pud.

He rubbed his head and pulled himself into an upright and straight out gangsta position. "W3rd... Deez bitches keep trying to break my shit, y0." The random words came over the loudspeaker explaining the game. He coughed a moment. "Say what? Deez bitches must be trippin' out dere mind y0. Too many fourties. Well u no wut?" He thumped his chain covered chest. "I'm a hawd nigga! Can't fuck wit dis shit yo!" He then reached for his glock, but discovered it missing. "Wut da fuck? Damn five-o dun ganked mah shit." He found a chainsaw lying on the ground next to his under clothing.

He suddenly knew what he was here to do. "I'm be here to fuck dem bitches hard!" he said, throwing signs. With plans to teabag the entire field of competition, he picked up his chainsaw. "I ain't skerred! Dat damn loud speaker need mo' base anyway, fo sho! Straight up GANGSTA!"

Weilding his massive phallus in one hand and his chainsaw in the other, R-Dawg set off... without his pants.

*Burter, sent you my first movement*

[Violet]

Obviously what she saw was a mirage, so sighing in releif, she smiled smugly as she broke wind, one that, if the guys found out, would make them seem like pansy little girls playing tea in Willy Wonka's factory. Walking it off, she headed towards her next destination.

She wanted to sink some1's battle ship.

[Burter Jr]

Face to Face

Krillin and Yamu

Yamu's snoring was too loud to simply ignore.

So when he fell asleep, Krillin immediately heard the disturbing noises and hurried over, thinking perhaps a squirrel had died, leaving a perfectly edible corpse for him to devour. He was a bit disappointed to find Yamu alive.

Well, that was easily fixed.

Krillin raised his weapon, the giant mallet, high above his head. He aimed right...got ready...

One of Yamu's eyes popped open to see Krillin's hammer flying towards his head. He rolled to the side immediately, causing the mallet to smash into the ground brutally. "Wtf d00d?" Yamu asked, shocked.

"Stfu!" Krillin spun around, the hammer still in his hand. It collided with the side of Yamu's bulky skull, sprawling him to the left. Blood poured from the gash made on the human's bald head.

Yamu put a hand on the bloody wound. "O. M. G. No you didn't!"

When Yamu charged, Krillin jumped back, planting both feet on the tree. He then lept off, hoping to catch the larger human by surprise.

He felt something shoved down his throat when he collided with Yamu. He fell to the side, dropping the hammer, coughing and trying to get it out so he didn't choke.

Yamu grabbed the hammer, wielding it backwards, "Hope you like chocolate!" He then smashed the mallet downwards, tearing Krillin's bald head into peices. "Ugh," he said, "I hate fighting."

#10 Krillin DEAD

11 Fighters Remaining

Yamu has a huge gash on the side of his head. He has the Giant Hammer.

The Candy Bar is gone

[Banned Dana]

"Cannon ball!" cried the machine-hybrid as he went splashing into a giant pool of water.

Breaking the surface and bounding onto the shore, Thirteen hit the ground and began to low crawl across the grass. Pulling out a pain of binoculars, the droid glanced around, people were here, he could see them during his free fall.

"Time to kick this into high gear." cried the droid as he stood up.

A crunch under his foot suddenly stopped him. Glancing down, he spotted an army of ants. Grinning widely, he aimed the binoculars towards the sun, sending a searing hot ray of light down at the ant's. One by one they began to explode.

"Now this is what I call fun!"

[Reijin]

Scratching his ass vehemently, R-DAWG continued his march thru his turf. Every few seconds he found himself slicing through a tree with his giant vibrating length of... chainsaw. His phallus remained limp. Absentmindedly, his hand wandered from the depths of his ass to scratch at the growing case of herpes in his crotch region. "Fuck dat bitch fo' givin' me deez blisters dawg... Dat fucked up."

His bling shined proudly, and his open mouth revealed a row of golden teeth. R-Dawg did not smile though. Hard thug gangstas never smile. He simply revealed his best mug, in true pimp fashion. "Fo' sho'."

After a few minutes of walking, his instincts kicked in. It'd been about 10 hours since his last piece of ass... He was only human, and one's body could only take so long without the basic necessities. He needed some ass, and he needed it now.

That's when a deer happened to wander by.

[Super Buu]

"WTF!?" screamed Seventeen. "YOU BROKE MY BOARD!"

"Don't yell, don't yell!" whimpered Buu, quailing under the pressure.

"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO ATTRACT RAT WITH THIS PIECE OF JUNK!?" cried the cyborg, collapsing into a heap and cuddling the smashed skateboard.

"Wait a second ..." mused Super Awesome, stroking his beard, "I think I may have an idea!"

5 minutes later, the dynamic duo were rocketing across the landscape. 17 was standing on the majin, who was sliding horizontally along the grass, still being coated in a large surplus of whale and bear fat.

"Ain't no board superer than ... SUPER BUU!" exclaimed the makeshift vehicle, sticking out his green tongue so he could taste the grass as he skidded by.

"360!" cried the metallic android who was made of metal and had metal parts as opposed to being a modified human being. With the grace of a child being punted across a football field, he flipped into the air, his fingers in Buu's eyes as a makeshift grip. He landed and continued going, as fast as ever.

"We're so fucking cool," said Super Buu, who was now smoking a cigar for some obscure reason.

[Android 17]

"OMG this sux," Seventeen declared, his fervid gaze panning the horizon all around him. From beneath him, the pink, gum man was making bizarre noices in order to simulate wheels and engines. Leaning to the side, the android tore a piece off Buu's shoulder and threw it in his mouth.

The wad of bubblegum-colored flesh tasted exactly how it looked, and with his cheek now all big and whatnot, Seventeen looked like an anorexic baseball player guy. Blowing a bubble, the cyborg grinned as Buu switched his incoherent noices to better complement the atmosphere.

Soon enough, the dude was wailing "Eye of the Tiger" at the top of his lungs as the pair continued to skim across the terrain.

[Burter Jr]

Face to Face

Reijin and Violet

Reijin came in from the south (that's what he said after the deer encounter, too), both hands clasped on his weapon that was strapped around his shoulder. He stopped on top of the hill to see the clinic down below him. Just where his map led.

Inside, Violet was chilling in the clinic, sipping some soda and resting her own weapon, equally as large as Rei's, on her lap.

When the door open, she immediately put the drink down, worried.

"Yo Yo Yo!" She heard as she crouched down behind the couch. "R-DAWG in the hizz-ouse!"

She raised an eyebrow at the odd greeting.

"Anyone home? C'mon d00ds!" The voice continued.

She could hear footsteps moving towards her. She gripped the handle of the weapon, a finger on the trigger.

Then she raised up and blasted the flamethrower's firey flames at Reijin. "PWNED!"

Despite being an utter moron when it came to vocabulary, Reijin prided himself on fighting ability. He took a lot of the blast, scarring his fit body, but managed to jump into the air and plant a foot on the arm of the couch. "Bad move, d00dette!"

Violet gracefully spun to point the flames at his new location, but Rei jumped over the blast, a foot on the flamethrower and forcing it downwards to tear up the floor and couch.

That was when Rei's weapon sprung the life. The chainsaw's whirling blades pressed into her belly. "Who's pwned now?" Rei said sarcastically, shoving it into her body. The flamethrower was turned off when she dropped it, paying more attention to her organs being torn apart.

The chainsaw broke out the other side of her body. With one last ounce of strength, she pressed two ki blasts into Reijin's chest, shooting him backwards. He hit the ground, sprawling him back. He hit the ground, not dead but a little hurt.

He could see Violet on the ground, a huge gash in her gut. She was dying, slowly. He summoned a little ki energy, and grinned. "R-Dawg strikes again!111"

He fired the ki blast, which shot past the flaming couch, and blasted into Violet's head, and then out the other side.

#01 Violet DEAD

10 Fighters Remaining

Reijin's got third-degree burns on his left side. He can take the flamethrower or the chainsaw, but not both. Choose in your rp, or tell me privately.

[Toshiro]

Skipping along, the youth came across a building. Perking his brows, he danced off inside of the building. Listening to his MP3 system. Entering the building, he was introduced with.. A sex clinic. Shrugging his shoulders, and ignoring the staff member that was sat by the desk, he skipped along to his pansy music.

Finding an empty room, he slipped inside and leapt on to the bed there. swinging his legs, he looked around at all the SDT posters. Spotting a box left out on the side, he leapt off of the bed and walked over to it. Spotting it said ribbed, flavoured condoms he grinned and snatched it up.

Skipping outta the room, he left the building, the box of condoms in his pocket, he then began to prance about as he made off on his next move.