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Sven's eyes opened. It wasn't the spaceship. He was confused by this. He didn't know how he got out. He simply remembered getting slung against the wall. He didn't remember anything after that. He stood up. It was quite cold. Sven didn't know why, until he looked down. Why am I almost naked? He thought. He decided that it was too much to process, and he would figure that out when he got home. He looked around to where he was. He wasn't even close to home. He did notice something peculiar. A woman who looked like an angel. Sven, being the stalwart soul he is, completely ignored her, and began to walk towards home. It would be a long walk home. His vision still wasn't amazing. His eyes hurt. Sounds felt like knives stabbing into his ears. He just wanted to go home and sleep. His chest didn't hurt as much, which was a pretty big plus-side. Still, he just wanted to go home so he could sleep. He didn't question where any of his things went.
... think of Naruto


That's not a good thing.
@KriticalKrab

What about Marilyn in the story post? :( [Also me and SilverDawn both agreed on what happened in my post]


Ah, yes. The great kidnapping of 4 hours ago.
I also want to say that if a car's front is completely destroyed (IE, what just happened), it's impossible to repair. The engine will be too damaged, so you'd need a new engine. This might be okay in a regular car, but in a $7,000,000 car from the 60's, it might be a bit hard to find a new engine that works proper. It's also extremely hard to fix metal that's been bent like that. A few dents, easy, but there's a reason why cars with their fronts totaled are always write-offs.


What was I thinking? Why did I charge in?

These words echoed on Hot Socks mind. The shield burst, causing it to shard into many small pieces. A few pieces flew at his head. Luckily, they didn't have enough force to penetrate his skull. He felt every single shard. They all cut through his skin. It hurt. It was painful. He felt a hot liquid run down his face. Was it his blood? Quick thoughts penetrated his mind. He didn't realize he was flying through the air.

Crtsh


A large sound rang out when he hit the wall. It hurt. It was worse. His armour could protect him from small weapons, but not full blow collisions. He felt a cracking in his chest. It hurt. It hurt more than before. His head hurt. He couldn't hear. He couldn't focus. His eyesight was blurring. It felt like everything was getting darker. He could barely see. He couldn't even see the changes in light from the alarms. He felt sick. The pain was causing his sickness. He didn't like the pain. The pain hurt. The pain was horrible. He wanted it to end. He began to cough. Not from the sickness. He coughed up blood. It didn't feel pleasant. He felt like his stomach was going to float away. His heart was like it was tearing itself up. His skin was cold and clammy. He breathed quickly. He felt like he was suffocating. He needed more air, but his lungs didn't want to work properly. Every single breath hurt. It was like someone was thrusting a knife deeper and deeper.

The rifle came flying at him. He moved his left arm to catch it. It hurt. It hurt so much. He didn't want to move. He had to move. He didn't want to die. He couldn't die here. He caught the rifle, his hearing shot, and his eyes failing him. He began to see double. It wasn't nice. He held the rifle in one hand. He couldn't use his right arm. That wouldn't move. He didn't have the strength. He pushed it in front of him. His vision was constantly moving, barely able to see. He took one deep breath. That breath felt like thousands of spears stabbing into his chest. He held it. He wanted everything to stop. For a split second, he could see. The two visions lined up, and the darkness faded into light. He fired one shot. The shot directly at the alien's head.
Who and how?
Eh. Anyone with a knowledge of electricity would beat him. Good ol' fashioned rubber suits.
Aren was not involved in this battle royal, making him the true winner.
He was Shockwave. And he was murdered.
I got bored, so uh.
Bloodbath Ansansi dies of dysentery. Hotblood strangles Jason with a rope. First hour, and you already die of dysentery. Day 1 No deaths occurred. Night 1 Giant Robot bleeds out due to untreated injuries. Paragon strangles Unnamed Alien with a rope. How does a Giant Robot bleed? Day 2 Hot Socks overpowers Bolt, killing him. Brass is a bad conductor of electricity. Night 2 Dissipio, Street Dragon, Archmage, and Paragon track down and kill Snow Star. Ironclad sets an explosive off, killing Velrus. Well then. Snow Star got beat the hell up. Day 3 Archmage catches Paragon off guard and kills him. Echo dies from hypothermia. Steve The Alien kills Gladiator for her supplies. Just a random alien from the ship killing a new god. Huh. Arena Event Monkey mutts fill the arena. Shockwave injures Vito and leaves him for the monkey mutts. While running, Alien Commander falls over and grabs Street Dragon on the way down. The monkey mutts kill them. Dissipio injures DrugLord and leaves him for the monkey mutts. While running, Edgelord falls over and grabs Ironclad on the way down. The monkey mutts kill them. Hotblood dies from internal bleeding caused by a monkey mutt. Hot Socks is pummeled to the ground and killed by a troop of monkey mutts. Aw. Hot Socks died. Night 3 Scragglefur The King strangles Spandez after engaging in a fist fight. RAT vs OVERLORD, WHO WILL WIN? FIND OUT IN THIS WEEKLY BROADCAST OF BLOODSPORTS, PLAYS AT LATE-NIGHT Day 4 No deaths occurred. Night 4 No deaths occurred. Day 5 Archmage begs for Dissipio to kill him. He reluctantly obliges, killing Archmage. RIP Night 5 No deaths occurred. Day 6 Dissipio severely injures Shockwave, but puts him out of his misery. Good on you, Dissipio. Night 6 No deaths occurred. Day 7 No deaths occurred. Night 7 Dissipio kills Steve The Alien in a fit of rage. Scragglefur The King falls into a pit and dies. The winner is Dissipio from District 4! So ends the legacy of the king, and the legacy of a random alien who almost won the Hunger Games.
@SilverDawn I just want to be a little cheerleader for your character. How the hell did you make him THIS lovable oh my god
Everyone likes an underdog. Nikola Tesla Gandhi Nelson Mandela J.K. Rowling Underdog from Underdog.
Hot Socks was afraid. He was usually a calm man, but right now was different. Very different. He was scared. Very scared. He saw the trident stab-shock come at him, and was terrified by it. He was frozen with fear. But then his new compatriot jumped in front of him. He blocked the death-blast. Hot Socks became watery at the eyes, but his hat covered his eyes. He almost pissed himself, but luckily, he had emptied his bladder before this entire predicament. He was called to arms by his new companion. He didn't know what to do. His mind was firing blanks. He stood up. He didn't want to stand up. His body stood up for him. His arms slowly pulled the shield out from his back. He ran. He ran towards danger. He wanted to run. His body wanted to fight. He thrust the shield in front of him, it grew in size, covering his body. He instinctively screamed. He recklessly charged the leader, wanting to keel over and cry. He didn't stop running.
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