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A shot rang out as a bolt flew clean through his abdomen. LOLzies fell to the ground in a pool of his own blood as Sadsack ran up and started to stomp on him and kick at his face. Despite the incredible pain he was in LOLzies managed to rev up his chainsaw and swing it at his attacker. Blood rained down as Sadsack stumbled back. His hand had been sawed clean off and he grabbed the nub where his hand had once been. As the severed hand fell to the ground next LOLzies he struggled to get to his feet. He wanted to finish his opponent off but he was bleeding tremendously from the bolt wound and would surely bleed out if it was left untreated. He took off as fast as he could leaving Sadsack to tend to his own wounds. LOLzies had run as far as he could in his current state, confident that he had done more damage to opponent in that fight. As he tried to catch his breath he was knocked to the ground as Sadsack jumped on his back from behind. Losing a hand had barely even slowed him down. With LOLzies pinned to the ground Sadsack reached into his underwear with his remaining hand and pulled out a rusty screwdriver. He stabbed the screwdriver into LOLzies repeatedly. After several minutes of ruthless stabbing through his ribs, into his neck and through his skull Sadsack had turned LOLzies into human swiss cheese. Sadsack’s nearly nude body was covered with blood from head to toe. As he got to his feet he stomped on LOLzies shattered skull a couple more times for good measure. He slowly walked away from the bloody scene to find some type of treatment to stop the bleeding from his severed hand.

Balor had taken refuge inside of a small storage unit. He had searched through many of the units looking for food put he had no luck. Although his spirits were down looking at his shiny Rolex watch made him feel better. He was definitely the favored contender in this competition if his fans at the capital would award him with such a beautiful gift. As the hours past his stomach began to grumble uncontrollably. He knew that it would disappoint his fans to see him act in such a manner, but he needed to get sustenance from somewhere. Reluctantly he opened the can of bait worms from his pack and began munching down on the slimy dirt covered grubs.

Jen had finally decided to move on from the scene of Ernie’s final resting place. She wanted more than anything to get him out from under the mech and give him a proper burial put he was crushed under then immense weight and every time she tried to pull him out her heart sank even lower. Her mind was clouded as she walked aimlessly into a dark building, she just wanted to find somewhere to rest. As she walked she stepped on a board and an exposed rusty nail stuck straight through her boot and into her foot. She fell to the ground crying out in pain and frustration. She cursed the world for putting her into this situation as she crawled to a dark corner and laid down as the pain in her foot throbbed. She regretted tossing away the first aid kit the night before.

The Hound was wandering around looking for someone to fight. He had made sure to take care of his personal needs before getting into a fight with any of these other insignificant tributes. He had himself a good lay and a delicious meal of chicken, all that was left was to do some killing and he was hoping to do some soon. He approached a large building with the sounds of loud machines clattering and banging inside. He readied his broadsword knowing that someone could be hiding around any corner. He was amazed by the technology that he saw inside. Mechanical arms moving on their own as though they were assembling an invisible vehicle, sparks flying from other arms that were meant to weld together pieces of solid steel and enormous crushing compactors that would flatten anything that got near them.
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