Poll of the Day > PotD Battle Royale Season 3. Official topic

(+) Yeah! (+)

The defenseless villagers continued to scream and run as one by one they were destroyed by the giant apes. Larry picked up his sword and entered the heavy clouds of dust where the apes were going wild, he was determined to bring an end to this madness. He found one of the apes stomping on the remains of an old man, his head had been smashed open and his body flattened out as the ape relentlessly continued to crush him. Larry took his sword and plunged it deep into the apes back. It let out a pained scream as it fell to the ground. It looked up at Larry confused by his masters betrayal, it felt that it was only following his orders. Larry finished it off quickly by cutting its throat. As Larry committed this act another one of the apes saw what Larry had done and began to cry out frantically. Larry held up his hand, offering the ape a chance to withdraw from this massacre with him, but the ape was enraged by the killing of his friend. It charged forward and swung at Larry with all of its might. It knocked Larry to the side, but the ape had been bleeding profusely and was severely weakened. Larry quickly retaliated and cut the ape deep in its ribcage. Larry stopped for a moment to catch his breath when he heard the loud screaming of a woman and several children from within the mass of dust. Larry charged in and saw Hakchu just as he ripped the arms off of the small woman. The ape tossed her body to the ground and laughed. Using his distraction Larry jumped into the air and plunged his sword deep into the back of Hakchu’s neck. The beast screamed out as blood rained from its mouth and fell dead to the ground. As Larry tried to catch his breath he could hear the screams of the woman who Hakchu had just mutilated. He looked down and saw a young woman who looked to be several months pregnant. She was crying in agony as blood poured from her torn off appendages. Larry felt sick. In every direction he looked were the dead bodies of children, helpless elderly villagers and people that had no means to defend themselves. No matter where he looked he could not make out a sign of life. All that he could hear was the woman crying out in agony, but no more screams of children. Larry felt sick. He ran to the village wall past the dead bodies of the guards that he happily helped destroy and climbed out as fast as he could. He jumped to the ground and ran off into the forest. He had only made it several feet before he took off his hood and began to vomit uncontrollably knowing that he will never be able to forget the images of mayhem and violence he just witnessed. With no where else to go he started to walk back to the grove where the remaining gorillas were. He hoped that they wouldn’t turn on him when they smelled the blood of their own on him, but he felt he had no other options.

High atop the pyramid the five remaining shaman had watched the brutality that took place below. They began to chant mysteriously once again. They summoned their servants and commanded them to gather up all of the bodies and to bring them into the body of the pyramid. Their servants unquestionably did what they were told, as the shaman chanted louder and louder, their voices echoing down from the massive pyramid.
---

Mead had spent most of the day trying to close up his bullet wound once again. He removed the dressing at one point and the hole was filling with pus. If he didn’t get proper treatment soon he would surely die from an infection. He managed to find the plant that oozed the aloe like liquid once again and he applied it generously to the entire area. If nothing else the viscous liquid soothed his pain, which was enough to keep him going. He dressed the wound tightly with scraps of Tardis’ clothes that he had ripped up for this purpose. He tried to retrace his steps to the spring he had found earlier the whole time keeping on his guard for more of those hunters that attacked him the night before. Some instinct told him that they preferred to hunt at night, so he had best make full use of the daylight, getting patched up and hydrated. After several hours he found himself back at the spring and drank from it heavily. He then rested against a rock in the shade. He strategically rested beneath the sheer cliff so that if he were to be attacked they would not be able to surround him. Knowing the best thing he could do for himself to get better at this point was to get some sleep he got as comfortable as he could and did his best to remain out of sight.

Smoke was wandering through the jungle when he came across a river. He splashed water on his face and became aware that he had suffered small burns all over. That fire ball that shitty magic guy threw must have blown up right into his face and he didn’t even notice because of the adrenaline rush he was experiencing. He looked down and also noticed several small burn holes in his shirt. “Son of a bitch,” he thought. “I definitely should have killed that other fucker.” Smoke sat down and drank some water trying his best to relax. He wanted to find some food, but he was sick of savaging for fruit, what he really wanted was something hearty and meaty. He figured that the local wildlife must come to this river to drink so he decided to hide in a nearby bush so that he could get the drop on any delicious animals that may pass by.
---

Hours passed and he fell asleep in the bush but he was suddenly awoken by a piercing stab in the back of his neck. He reached back and pulled out a dart that was covered in bright blue liquid. Before he could react another dart hit him in the side of the arm, dying the area it hit with the blue gunk. He got to his feet fast and began running along the rivers edge. It didn’t take long that he started to feel woozy. “Those little fuckers would rather poison me than fight like men,” he thought. Just as he finished the thought a tribal hunter covered in white paint appeared from behind a tree and started swinging a stone ax at him. Smoke was able to react in time. He had done enough narcotics in his lifetime to be able to handle this slow acting poison. As he dodged the attacker continued to move forward swinging his ax with him. Smoke dodged again and pulled his scythe from his back. In a solid motion he swung his massive weapon and ripped open the guts of his attacker. Smoke smiled over his victory as another dart flew from the trees and hit him in the chest. “Stop it you fuckers!” he yelled out. He started to run off into the jungle when he was confronted by three more hunters. They looked at him savagely like they would like to do nothing more than tear him apart, but they seemed to be holding back. That didn’t deter Smoke though. He swung his scythe wide causing all three of them to scatter backward. He turned and kicked the closest one in the face and instantly after dropped his scythe down into the skull of another. He turned his attention to the other who was swinging a rock tied to rope around. Smoke laughed as he circled his opponent, suddenly feeling slightly dizzy. As he sized up this opponent the hunter who he had kicked snuck up behind him and stuck a small dagger into his side. The dagger was oozing with the blue liquid and Smoke’s vision was suddenly spinning. The hunter with the rope threw his weapon around the scythe and removed it from Smoke’s grasp. He reached forward to grab his weapon back but he lost his balance. The world was spinning around him as the hunters looked down at him. He didn’t understand why they didn’t just kill him. Two more hunters appeared dropping down from the trees and they all got to work tying him up. He was barely conscious as he could feel them dragging him off as they yelled off into the jungle, alerting their allies that they caught their chiefs prize.

1 cannon shot can be heard in the distance.

Tardis
District 10

Proceed.
---

Smoke versus Mead!

Who will win this epic battle?

smoke will likely die.
---

Why did that stupid gun have to be loaded with my one vulnerability: bullets.
---

Tardis2015 posted...

smoke will likely die.

Do not underestimate Smoke, for he is no Noob. *sage nod*
---

Whelp

Get rekt mead
---

Bump

Will update tonight.
---

Night 5

As the adrenaline rush of the battle wears off Larry begins to feel the weight of his injuries as he walks alone back the gorilla grove. He couldn’t get the horrific visions out of his head. Children being torn to pieces, defenseless people being mashed into pulp; and it was all his fault. He fell to his knees and began vomiting once again as the consequences of his actions began to take hold. The sun had set and he felt cold and weak. He laid on his side shivering all over even though he was heavily clothed. He couldn’t will himself to stand up and fell asleep on the cold earth. He was weak and exposed. The only protection he had was the skin of the alpha ape who proudly led the gorillas before. The alpha who he replaced and failed to live up to. As he dreamed he relived the battle over and over in his head. He saw himself cutting down the gorillas who had accepted him, an outsider, as their leader. As he saw himself cut them down over and over again then suddenly he felt like he was drowning. When he looked up he saw the face of the infant gorilla who he had grown so fond of holding him under and taking his rightful place as the leader of the apes.

The four hunters who had captured SmokeMassTree had been struggling to move him through the jungle to bring before their chief. The tribesmen were mighty hunters and masters of the forest, but they were quite small and the large Smoke proved to be a formidable object for them to carry. Normally they would have just cut their prey into pieces and carried the parts separately, but the chief wants this one for himself. He wanted to watch as this one suffered a slow and torturous death for the desecration of his daughter and his village. They separated Smoke from his mighty scythe, but his backpack remained on his back as they dragged him along the muddy root covered ground. They kept crying out for reinforcements to help them but they were getting no reaction, the others must be distracted by their hunt for the others.

After several hours of his face being dragged along in the mud Smoke woke up. He was still groggy and his vision was severely blurred, but their poison wasn’t as affective against him as they had thought. He let them continue to drag him along for a few more moments as he plotted his best course of action. They had tied his hands together and his feet as well. He started to pull against the ropes with his arms, he was surprised at how strong it was. As he struggled one of the hunters looked down and noticed that he had come awake. As the savage shouted out an incomprehensible language Smoke pulled hard on the ropes causing two of them to tumble on the ground towards him. He wasted no time, he began bashing them in the faces with both fists. They were exhausted from the hours of dragging him along and they put up little fight. As smoke grabbed a knife off of one of his injured foes the others began to shoot him with more darts of poison. He quickly cut the ropes binding his feet and struggled to stand up. He was lightheaded and could barely see, but he could hear them as they babbled their nonsense around him. He held the knife overhead and threw it into the chest of one of them. He ran off away from his captors with his hands still bound. He didn’t know if the ones who he had beaten on the ground would get up and he wasn’t going to wait around for them to. His legs felt like noodles as he struggled to keep himself upright as he ran. He was growing used to the poisons effects, but they were still staggering his basic senses.
---

He heard another dart go whizzing past his head and sticking into a nearby tree. He turned a corner in an attempt to lose his pursuer when he felt a sharp pain shooting up from his side. He reached down and found that the dagger that they had stuck him with was still imbedded in his flesh. He pushed his back against a tree and started to pull the dagger out. He winced in pain, doing his best to keep quiet. He gritted his teeth as he pulled the blade free. A spatter of blood shot out of his wound and he fell to his knees. As he struggled to regain his composure he could hear shuffling in the branches above. As he looked up one of the hunters fell from the sky and landed on him. He wasn’t about to take another one of those poison daggers. He pushed the small hunter off of him easily and began stabbing him repeatedly with the small dagger. He dropped his knee down hard on the savages torso and began stabbing him in the face repeatedly. He knew that hunter was already dead, but he continued stabbing the blade into his skull. He wanted to mutilate this fucker for even considering taking him prisoner. He continued to stab wildly until all he was doing was pushing the blade into the dirt of the ground past the fragments of bone that remained of his head. Smoke got to his feet. He didn’t know if more would be coming. The effect of the poison was making him more paranoid than usual. He took off running as fast as he could in an unknown direction hoping to avoid more of these savage fuckers while he took time to regroup.

Mead managed to get several hours of sleep in the hiding spot that he had made for himself. The rest did him well. The bullet wound seemed to be closing up again and he was feeling much more energized. He decided that he would try to scavenge for food, but he would remain by the jungles edge, just in case any more hunters came after him. He had no idea how the other tributes were fairing against this threat but he thought that if he ever came across one of them again that he might try to align with them so they would have a better chance of survival. He was amused by the idea. They were sent to this jungle to kill one another and now in order to survive they are probably going to have to work together. He was pulled from his thoughts when he heard loud footsteps coming his way. He hid behind a tree hoping that he hadn’t already been noticed.

The footsteps were coming straight for him and fast, he readied his spear. As the approacher ran by the tree he stuck out the handle of the spear and tripped the person to the ground. He pointed his spear at the face of the person and realized that it was Smoke. He looked crazed as he thrashed on the ground. He was covered from head to toe in blood and had spots of blue dye all over various parts of his body. He seemed like he was under the influence of drugs and was having a bad trip. He looked up at Mead and his spear with wide eyes, breathing heavily and staring straight up into Mead’s eyes. Something about Smoke seemed off, Mead reconsidered his plan to try to align with him, he seemed unstable and could be a liability. Smoke struggled to get up from the ground but he seemed weak and sick from his struggles throughout the day. Mead figured it would be easiest just to take him out now and end this when he noticed the large backpack on Smoke’s back. Mead cut the straps of the bag off of him and the pack dropped to the ground. Smoke let out an odd sounding yell and grabbed the point of the spear in his hand. Blood poured from his hand as he used the spear to leverage himself to his feet. He stood up tall and stared Mead in the eyes. Smoke smiled into his face as he held onto the tip of the spear cutting his hand deeper and deeper. He suddenly bit his teeth forward at the air and let out a primal grunt. He was trying to get into Mead’s head, but he knew that he had the advantage no matter what Smoke tried.
---

Finally Mead spoke. “You seem like a worthy opponent, but you wouldn’t stand a chance against me without a weapon. Go on and pull yourself together and face me when you’re ready.” Smoke continued to stare into Mead’s face. After several minutes he finally broke his gaze and tossed the spear tip to the side. Blood rushed from his hand. He held it up and licked the blood and smiled at Mead. He gave him an acknowledging nod and bent down to pick up his pack. “No,” Mead said as he smacked his hand away with the blunt end of his spear. “That’s mine now. You’ll need to find your own way.” Smoke looked at Mead and laughed. He kicked the pack away and began to walk off into the darkness of the jungle. Mead shook his head as he walked away, “perhaps it would have been better to just take him out in his weakened state,” he thought. “There’s no telling what that madman is capable of.” As Smoke left Mead behind he contemplated killing him soon, and he knew just where to look to get some new fancy weapons. He laughed out loud as he disappeared into the jungle, he would make Mead regret letting him live.

Proceed.
---

that was a short part.
---

I wonder if Mead would have killed Smoke if he knew they were the last tributes?

Archmage007 posted...

I wonder if Mead would have killed Smoke if he knew they were the last tributes?

im still alive

LaggnFragnLarry posted...

Archmage007 posted...

I wonder if Mead would have killed Smoke if he knew they were the last tributes?

im still alive

Looks like you got drowned by your monkey baby.
---

KogaSteelfang posted...

LaggnFragnLarry posted...

Archmage007 posted...

I wonder if Mead would have killed Smoke if he knew they were the last tributes?

im still alive

Looks like you got drowned by your monkey baby.

oh shit. damn dirty apes

LaggnFragnLarry posted...

KogaSteelfang posted...

LaggnFragnLarry posted...

Archmage007 posted...

I wonder if Mead would have killed Smoke if he knew they were the last tributes?

im still alive

Looks like you got drowned by your monkey baby.

oh shit. damn dirty apes

That was part of the nightmare.
---

Oh, well then. Guess you were right Larry.
---

Day 6

Mead was still questioning his decision to let Smoke live as the sun rose over the horizon. Something about the spear that he held made him feel that he needed to do the weapon justice and only kill with it in honorable ways. He shook his head thinking that he might be starting to lose it out here as unzipped the pack he took from Smoke and emptied out its contents. Inside he found a few food packets that smelled of mildew, a long piece of rope and a little pouch. He opened up the pouch and was relieved to find proper first aid materials inside. The plant he found in the jungle had done wonders to stop him from bleeding out, but it did little to ease his pain and its effects were only temporary. He rummaged through the kit pulling out gauze, bandages and ointments. He figured he would make the best use of these materials when he felt a small tube on the side of the kit that was hidden in a separate compartment. He took out the tube and squinted to make out the tiny writing on the side of it. Miracle Shot. This product is untested on human subjects and is not approved for pharmaceutical use in any of the capital districts. Miracle Shot, one shot will cure it all. He looked at the tube with skepticism but at this point he figured he had nothing to lose by trying it out. He was already being hunted and had been nursing a gunshot wound for two days, so if this untested shot kills him then so be it.

He uncapped the tube revealing a thin needle. He pulled down his pants and plunged the shot into his thigh. He felt the medicine rush through his body. He fell over losing full composure of his body and his head swam in a fog of dizziness. He felt the medicine working its way into every cell of his body. He broke out in a sweat and felt like he was going to explode from the inside out. He rolled over and gagged in pain. He writhed and twisted around on the ground for several minutes when he finally felt his mind come back from the haze, he got up on his hands and knees, breathing heavily. As he gasped for breath he heard the sound of metal being dropped to the ground. He looked down and to his amazement the bullet had be expelled from his body. He stood to his feet suddenly feeling much stronger than he had over the past few days. He felt full and hydrated even though he hadn’t had a proper meal in some time. He pulled up his pants and lifted up his shirt as he examined the bullets entry point. He pulled off his crusty old dressings and smiled wide as all that remained of the wound that had been slowly killing him was a scar. Feeling invigorated Mead left the rest of the supplies from the pack on the ground and took off into the forest ready to put an end to this mad game.

Larry was still lost in his deep maligned slumber. The nightmares of his crimes haunted him throughout the night. He felt that he had betrayed not only the apes who made him their leader, but humankind itself by allowing such a merciless slaughter to take place. He couldn’t stop seeing the faces of the children lying lifelessly on the ground as their homes were decimated by his army. After several hours he finally awoke covered in a cold sweat. He looked around in a panic not sure where he was when he was greeted by the friendly grunts of the gorillas that had remained behind at the grove. They must have found him and brought him back here. Laying next to him was the female gorilla with the baby, she had be comforting and warming him through the night while he was plagued by nightmares. The others rushed over to him and brought fresh fruit for him to eat. He started to eat and came to the realization that this gorillas really do consider him to be one of their own. He had defended them at home, but slaughtered them on the battlefield. He was filled with grief as widowed gorillas brought him more and more food and attempted to relieve his injuries.
---

These gorillas were truly more honorable than any man, and he immediately regretted killing the large males the day before. He stood up before them all and raised his sword over his head. The sunlight reflected off the blade and the apes yelled out in excitement. He swore from this moment forward that he would never turn on these majestic animals again, and he will do everything in his power to keep them from harm.

Smoke managed to break the binding on his hands by rubbing them against a rough tree. His wrists were bloody from being bound for so long but that barely bothered him. Right now his main concern was getting a weapon so he could skewer Mead with him. He was pissed how Mead had disrespected him the night before, saying that he was too good to fight him as he was, fuck him. He knew it was risky, but he decided that he would infiltrate the native village and steal as many supplies from them as he possibly could. The little guys may appear threatening with their crazy face paint, but they go down easier than most of these other lame ass tributes he’s encountered. He could see the pyramid in the distance and as he drew closer things seemed strangely silent compared to the last time he had been here. He approached the walls and found the giant gate to be hanging wide open, perhaps it was a trap but there was absolutely no sign of any guards around at all. He ran through the open gate and immediately took cover behind a building expecting poison darts to come flying at him any second. But as he waited there was no sign of an attack. He peeked around the corner and saw that many of the huts had been destroyed and much of the ground was stained with blood. “Some shit went down here since my last visit,” he thought. Although there was a ton of evidence of a massive battle there were no bodies, someone had to be around if they were removing the dead. He continued to creep around hoping to find an intact building with supplies that he could use. He eventually came across a long stone building and ran inside. Most of the weapons seemed to have already been scavenged to aid these fuckers in their hunt, but he was able to find a small stone ax. “Better than nothing,” he thought. As he was about to leave the building something else caught his eye. A cauldron filled with bright blue liquid. He looked down at his injuries from the poison darts and dagger and determined that this was the poison that they had used on him. He laughed out loud at the thought of using their own poison against them. He found a leather pouch and scooped as much of the poison into it as he could. He threw the pouch over his shoulder and prepared to scavenge the rest of the village.

As Smoke got closer to the pyramid he heard voices speaking in the unfamiliar language of these natives. Being careful to stay out of sight he crept closer to get a look at who he might be up against. He turned a corner and saw a large gathering of the hunters and amongst them was their chief. Definitely way to many to want to fuck with now, but he stuck around for a minute to observe them. They were all down on their knees and bowing down while chanting incessantly. I figured they were mourning the people who had died here yesterday. He saw in the center around where they were bowing with several spikes holding up massive heads of decapitated creatures. Although the hunters had brutalized and mutilated the corpses of the mighty apes Smoke could still make out that they were some type of giant gorilla. Smoke laughed quietly as he thought of this proud tribe of assholes getting decimated by a group of monkeys. He decided to take off before they noticed him and ran out of the village satisfied enough with his finds of the ax and poison. He figured this would be more than enough to beat down Mead’s smug ass.
---

As Smoke made his escape the chief rose up and addressed his proud hunters. “The mighty apes have betrayed our agreements of peace that have stood for hundreds of years. Our new mission is to eliminate them all. They struck us hard and we will respond by murdering them all in their sleep. Only after justice has been delivered to every disgusting member of their race will we continue our hunt for the intruding devils. The apes have obviously been corrupted by these outsiders and we can no longer let any of them live. Tonight we strike down justice for our fallen people.” He held his weapon up high and the mass of hunters flew into a frenzy, motivated and invigorated by the passion of their leader, they were hungry for blood and tonight they would attack the remaining apes with their full force.

Mead was walking down a forest path feeling pretty damn good. “That shot really was a miracle,” he thought. “I feel like I could take on a bear.” He almost started to whistle as he walked, but stopped himself from drawing too much attention to himself. After several hours of walking he found himself in a clearing that was filled with lush greenery. The surrounding trees seemed to be bustling with fruit. He looked around and thought that this spot was quite beautiful. He decided to rest for a moment. He laid down on his back and looked up at the sky. He was shaded by the nearby trees and fell into a meditative state as he listened to the sounds of the wild jungle that surrounded him. He was entirely calm when he suddenly heard heavy footsteps approaching him. He lifted his head up and was shocked to see a gorilla coming straight towards him. He got to his feet quick and started to run not wanting to get into a fight with the wild beast, but as he ran the gorilla let out a loud roar and suddenly more of them appeared from the surrounding trees. He ran as fast as he could but the gorillas were faster than him and encircled him. They stared him down and pounded on their chests. Mead twisted the handle on his spear and held out his mighty weapon ready to defend himself. Upon seeing the spear the gorillas yelled out louder and louder. He heard one from behind him to start to move in, he quickly jabbed the blunt end back into the apes gut. He then swung the blade in a wide horizontal arc hoping that they would back away. As his swing ended the gorilla that he had struck grabbed him from behind and pushed him forward. He struggled to stay on his feet as he stumbled forward from the mighty push. He ran into another gorilla who grabbed him and turned him around to face he challenger. The gorilla smacked its chest and ran forward as Mead held his spear out in front of him, ready to skewer the beast.

Just as the two were about to make contact Mead’s spear was hit away by a fast moving light that he didn’t get a clear look at. Before he could react the gorilla was on top of him and laid a strong punch into his chest. He fell to the ground coughing up blood. As he struggled to catch his breath the gorillas lifted him up and held him in place as they faced him towards their leader. Mead was shocked at what he saw. It was Larry covered from head to toe in the skins of one of these gorillas. He had many noticeable wounds but they didn’t seem to sway him at all. He approached Mead and lifted up the hood of the gorillas face that he had been wearing. He was absolutely filthy and smelled terrible. He held up his shining scimitar and poked it into Mead’s chest. Mead was helpless to get away as he was being held by the arms by two of the massive apes. Larry looked Mead in the eye. His eyes were wide and feral, almost like he had lost his humanity. Finally he spoke. “No one will harm my people,” he said as he motioned towards the surrounding gorillas. “You swung your weapon at my friend and I cannot allow you to do that.” He pressed the sword into Mead’s chest harder than before.
---

“Hey,” Mead called out. “I wasn’t looking for trouble. I was just relaxing when they came up and surrounded me. I didn’t want to fight them.”

“I know, I saw the whole thing,” Larry responded coldly. “We have been attacked and are being extra cautious with any intruders.” Larry got close to Mead’s face and looked him in the eye wildly. “A part of me wants to run you through, because that was our purpose in coming here, right?” He smiled. “But I’ve grown past that. I’ve found true purpose with this noble tribe. I have no more interest in winning a futile game to impress our government overlords.” He took his sword down from Mead’s chest and motioned to the apes to let him go. “You’re free to go on your way, we were attacked here recently and are not taking any chances, but I can tell you were merely ignorant of your intrusion. Now go, leave this place and don’t ever return, or I will let them tear off your limbs before I stab you through your heart.” He looked into Mead’s eyes with a cold seriousness. Mead nodded in understanding. “Good, now leave us. Feel free to take your shiny stick with you, there’s much more out here that you need to worry about than just us.”

Larry turned and walked away from Mead without another word. Mead was simply baffled by how Larry had managed to amass an army of savage gorillas, but he determined that attempting to align with him would be a lost cause as well. “I truly am alone out here,” he thought as he reached down and grabbed his spear. As soon as he retrieved his weapon his was pushed from behind by two of the massive apes. They pushed him to the edge of their grove and snarled at his face menacingly. They shrieked and spit at him and Mead got the message that they were warning him not to return. He quickly ran off into the trees trying to put as much distance between him and them as possible. Hopelessness started to fill him as he found both of the remaining tributes to be insane and powerful, and he still needed to worry about being attacked by this vicious tribe of jungle natives. He took a deep breath, he chest already feeling better (possibly a lasting side effect of the Miracle Shot), and took off running into the darkness of the forest as the sun began to set.

No cannon shots can be heard.

Proceed.
---

Night 6

As Smoke crept along the edges of the tribal village he heard the gathering of hunters scream out in a mad war cry and witnessed as the mass of them went running off into the woods in the same direction. He managed to stay out of sight as the group passed him by and decided that he would head back into what was left of their village to see if he could find something decent to eat. As he walked in it seemed almost as if the village was now completely abandoned. There was no one in sight, but they had lit several torches around the pyramid, which led him to believe that any survivors must be hiding out inside of it. As he walked around he took notice once again of the blood stained earth and saw that trails of the blood were leading to the pyramid almost as though they were gathering their dead inside. He shrugged off the thought and continued to scavenge through the remaining buildings looking for food or better weapons.

Mead had been wandering the jungle aimlessly since his encounter with Larry and his gorilla friends. For some reason he felt that there was a greater purpose to be achieved here then to just be the last one of the tributes standing. Something about this jungle seemed off and left him feeling deeply unsettled ever since he heard the disembodied voice calling out from the darkness to announce a second cornucopia, which had never seemed to be found based on the weapons he's been seeing his fellow competitors using. He got a shiver down his spine as he remembered the voice. He felt like there was a true evil lurking in this jungle and it was feeding off of the violence that they had wrought onto this land. He couldn’t explain why he had these feelings, just something in his gut made him feel incredibly uneasy. As he continued to wander between the trees he saw a light in the distance. He hurried along the path until he looked up and saw the lights illuminating a massive pyramid in the middle of the woods. He was awestruck by the marvelous structure, but he was stricken with a cold fear at the same time. The source of the evil was in there, he just knew it. He cautiously approached the massive wall that surrounded the pyramid and peered in through an open gate. To his surprise there was the remains of an entire civilization within these walls. Many of the buildings had been destroyed but he could tell that this place once held a decent population of people. “Most likely the people that have been hunting us,” he thought to himself. As he walked through the desolate village he felt himself being drawn to the pyramid in the center. Whatever darkness lurked within he knew that he would need to be the one to face it. As he approached he saw a stone opening in the base of the pyramid and the ground surrounding it was covered in blood as though dozens of bodies had been dragged into the inside. He inhaled deeply as he prepared to enter, when a voice from behind interrupted his thoughts.

“Holy shit,” Smoke called out. “You’re actually thinking about going in there. You’re a crazier son of a bitch than I thought.” Mead turned around fast to see Smoke staring him down with a large smile on his face. He seemed to be in a much stronger state of mind than he had been the night before. When they had bet before he was thrashing a raving about like an animal but now he stood before Mead confident and unfaltering. They locked eyes for several moments until Smoke broke the silence by taking a giant bite from an apple that he had picked up.

“So are you going to try to stop me or what?” Mead replied, feeling more and more drawn to enter the pyramid with every passing moment.

Smoke laughed. “You can go in there if you want, I’m not going to stop you. But I know those old fuckers are hiding out somewhere and they have magic powers.” He smiled as he waited for Mead’s reaction.
---

Mead didn’t know if he could believe anything that came from Smoke’s mouth, but at the same time his gut told him that what he said had to be true. There are certainly dark forces at work here that were beyond their level of understanding. “I’ll take the risk,” he finally replied as Smoke took another large bite from his apple.

“Be my guest, friend,” Smoke said with a smile. “You’re a dead man as soon as you enter that thing. Something about it creeps me out. It gives off bad vibes and it sure as shit drove these savage people crazy.”

Mead met Smoke’s smiling gaze for a few more moments and then turned back towards the pyramid. Without another word he started to walk towards the entrance. As he stepped closer he heard a primal scream come from up the dark side of the pyramid. Out of the shadows of the cracks along the walls several naked men appeared. They were even smaller than the hunters but there were a lot of them and the were carrying archaic blunt weapons. Mead twisted his spear open and backed up as a seemingly endless stream of these tiny naked men appeared from the pyramid walls and started jumping down towards him. He looked behind for a moment and saw Smoke take one last bite of his apple before throwing it to the side. He smiled at Mead and gave him a nod, picking up his heavy stone ax as the attackers descended upon them. The two tributes were encircled by the screaming temple servants and their only way out was to fight.

Smoke wasted no time running forward and swinging the ax hard into the side of one of them, sending him flying back. A group of them started to swarm at him but he held his ax out in front of him to deflect their attacks and pushed them back. Mead used the advantage of his ranged spear and started jabbing into their guts from a distance. He took out several before he was rushed on from the side. There were simply too many attackers to keep them at a safe distance. As he scrambled back he swung he spear wide cutting two of them open, but he was struck in the back by others in the same instant. He fell to his knees and got into a stance where he could sweep his spear at their legs to try to get them to back off. Smoke was covered in these naked attackers, his ax was heavy and slow, but it was highly destructive when he got it moving. They beat on him with their clubs but Smoke used all of his strength to swing his ax around knocking many of them back. Once he had some room to move he began systematically swinging his ax down hard and cracking open the skulls of the attackers. As the enemies numbers began to dwindle Smoke and Mead found themselves back to back fighting off the savages in unison. The attackers were small and weak and were certainly not trained to be warriors. After several minutes of Mead swinging his spear and Smoke smashing with his ax they found themselves victorious, surrounded by the dead bodies of dozens of the naked servants.

They both breathed heavily. As Mead gasped in air Smoke slapped him hard on the back and let out a laugh. “Now that was a good time. Those pussy natives didn’t stand a chance.” He laughed at the slaughtered men surrounding them. He then turned to Mead, “you fight good, but I don’t want to stop you from entering that hellhole and seeking out your destiny or whatever bullshit you’re hoping to accomplish. But I commend you on your skills with that spear and on your giant balls for walking straight into certain death.”

Mead looked up at Smoke who was smiling giddily, almost as though the thrill of killing was bringing him incredible joy. “Thank you for your assistance,” Mead said. “I understand if you don’t want to figure out what’s going on here, but its something that I feel I need to do.” He turned back to the bloodstained entrance of the pyramid.
---

“Don’t worry about it,” Smoke replied. “I’ve killed so many of these natives that it is practically a hobby of mine. But now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to get the fuck out of here. Their real warriors left some time back and I don’t plan on being here when they return.”

Mead nodded and smiled as he began to walk into the pyramid.

“Good luck to you,” Smoke called after him. “I really wanted to kill you myself, but it looks like you’re in too much of a hurry to take care of that yourself.” He started laughing heartily as Mead walked through the threshold of the ancient temple. The air inside was musty and smelled of death. He could hear the echoing of Smoke’s laughter against the stone walls as he went inside to face whatever force had been calling out to him.

Although it was deep into the night Larry could not sleep. He was on edge and his mind was racing a billion different thoughts. The female gorilla who had taken a liking to him and her baby were curled up sleeping soundly beside him. As he looked into the night sky he felt that he truly was his home. This was his family that he swore to protect and he knew that he would never be able to return to his previous life. As he sat gazing up into the stars he suddenly heard the cracking of bows and arrows whizzing through the sky. He could see in the distance as one of his gorilla comrades was shot down from a tree and let out a weak grunt as it fell to the ground. Larry raised his sword high and screamed out as he beat his chest alerting the rest of his tribe that they were under attack. He shook the female and urged her to take her child to safety. The gorillas took to the trees and began to clash with the attacking hunters. They were able to reach a few of the archers, but the hunters had surrounded the grove before striking leaving them completely surrounded.

Larry ran to the center of the grove to lead the gorillas on the ground to prepare for the incoming wave of hunters that were running in at them from all directions surrounding them. As they grunted preparing for the incoming enemy another gorilla fell from the trees shot down by arrows. Larry let out a scream and led a charge directly towards the enemies on the ground. As they came into sight Larry wasted no time and swung his mighty sword decapitating the first native he encountered. The apes followed his lead and smashed into the line of hunters. Many of these gorillas were weaker than the ones he had brought to battle earlier and some were already suffering from injuries, but they fought mercilessly to defend their home. Larry continued to slice through the oncoming forces but as he looked around he saw more and more of his gorilla family falling to the seemingly unending onslaught of these hunters. As the battle raged on the gorillas did their best to fend off the attackers but they were hopelessly outnumbered. The archers in the trees turned their attention to Larry and the gorillas on the ground and unleashed wave after wave of arrows that brought more of the gorillas to their knees. Fortunately many of the hunters were also struck. Larry continued to fight as a sharp stone knife raked across his leg, he returned the favor with a sword slash to the throat. He spun around and found himself to be completely surrounded. As he looked around it seemed that all the other gorillas had fallen in battle. He failed them again and was filled with rage. He plunged himself deep into the mass of hunters and began slicing at them wildly, prepared to make his last stand. He was sliced at and cut by their weapons but the thick hide he wore lessened the damage of the blows and made him feel powerful.
---

He was ready to fight to the bitter end when he heard the distance cry of the baby gorilla. The sound of the crying baby shook him from his rage and he immediately fought his way out of the crowd and ran towards the crying. He reached the top of the hill where he and the female gorilla had made their sleeping area and there he saw a much larger hunter wearing a decorative headdress drop a giant stone hammer on to the back of the female. Blood shot out of her mouth and she looked at Larry. It almost looked like she was about to shed tears as she motioned towards her baby that was laying helplessly on the ground nearby. As the large hunter raised his hammer again and smashed the mothers head open Larry ran to the baby and scooped him up in his hands and ran faster than he had ever run before. He clung the child to his chest as he jumped between trees and scrambled up hills. He ran until his feet bled and his legs gave out on him. He had failed in every aspect possible to be a leader to the gorilla clan that took him in and made him one of their own. The only thing he could do now to honor their kindness was to protect this child. He got to his feet once again, not knowing if he was being pursued or not.

He continued to run for hours until he reached the rocky cliffs. There he found an enclosed space of fallen rocks and tried to make a bed for the baby to rest on. The gorilla child did not want to let go of him, but forced it to lay down, thinking it best that if he was caught up to that he could lead the hunters away from the child and give it a chance at life. The baby cried out seemingly aware of the massacre of its people that had just taken place. Larry felt completely heartbroken and defeated. He sat on top of a rock giving him a view enough to see any approaching intruders. He held his sword at the ready, prepared to strike down anyone who dared to come near them. As he sat and took guard he was overcome with grief from the constant death and innocent loss that he had witnessed over the last few days. He held his sword tightly in his hands as he sobbed uncontrollably.

Proceed.
---

Such suspense.
---

Epic battle!

And my apologies to Larry, I misunderstood the nightmare post and thought he had woken up to the baby drowning him. Guess it is still a three way between Larry and Mead and Smoke.

Archmage007 posted...

Larry and Mead and Smoke.

*cues up the Three Stooges theme*
---

When will I get another completely legal and willing sexual partner
---

Day 7

Larry was exhausted from staying up the entire night keeping watch while the baby gorilla slept. He was amazed that no one had come for them in the dark of night. He wanted to lay his head down and get some rest when the baby woke up and climbed on top of the rocks next to him. Larry’s suit of the infants fathers skin was mere taters on him now. He no longer bothered to keep hood of the face over his own. He was fairly sure what was left of the gorilla skin was now fused to his body as the blood from his numerous injuries congealed and stuck the gorilla skin to his own. Despite his state of exhaustion he knew that the baby would need to eat. He scooped the infant up and began scavenging around the nearby trees for any kind of fruit for them to eat.

Mead walked carefully through the tight passage that led to the pyramids interior. He could barely see a foot in front of himself. There were no lights in these dark passages and the tunnel had many turns and branching paths. He felt like he could get lost in here very easily, but he was determined to find out why he was drawn to this place. Out of instinct he twisted the handle of his spear releasing the shining silver weapon. He looked down at it in awe as it let out a faint white glow which gave him some visibility in this dark maze. The spear had shined brightly many times before, but that was only when it had come into contact with another light source. There was absolutely no light for it to reflect in here. He took this as a sign that he was supposed to be here and he had the weapon that he needed to defeat whatever darkness was lurking at the center of this place. The illumination revealed that the floor was covered in a thick paste of blood. As he walked he followed the trail of the blood down the twisting passages. He hastened his pace and let his spear guide him.

SmokeMassTree was heading as far away from the tribal village as possible. He knew that those hunters would return from their mission soon and he wasn’t planning on being around when they found the dozens of citizens that he and Mead had slaughtered the night before. He was eating another apple that he had found in the village when he heard the sound of someone loudly shaking tree branches in the distance. He stayed low and crept up as the noise continued. He eventually looked up to see Larry in a tree trying to shake loose a bunch of bananas. Smoke had to hold back his laughter at how ridiculous Larry looked. He had seen him several days ago when he first put on the monkey suit and that was hilarious enough, but now the thing was barely even visible under all that blood that was covering his body. He looked like a hobbling fusion of man and beast. He kept his distance and watched as Larry climbed down and gave a piece of fruit to a small gorilla. “Now that’s sweet,” Smoke thought with a smile. “Stupid ass Larry went full blown batshit out here and now he’s feeding the monkeys.” Larry and the young gorilla started to head down a path leading out of the forest and Smoke decided to follow while making sure to keep a safe distance and not be noticed.
---

As Mead traveled deeper and deeper into the bowels of the pyramid the blood that coated the floor grew thicker and more gelatinous. He had to pull his boots from the visceral mess with each step as strings of plasma and carrion stuck to him. He eventually saw a flickering light in the distance. As he approached, the lights seemed to be coming from a wide open chamber. Just as he was about to step out of the dark hallway and into the room two temple servants appeared out of tiny alcoves in the wall. These guys were much larger than the gang he had fought outside. They carried large swords but they were just as naked as the others. They swung their swords at him and Mead fell back as he avoided the blow. As he fell into the deep stream of blood he felt almost like he was being pulled down by the blood, some force was controlling it making it hard for him to get back to his feet. As one of the servants ran forward with his sword overhead Mead threw his spear with one hand impaling his attacker in the chest. As the one fell the other jumped over his corpse and grabbed ahold of Mead who was now unarmed. It took all of Mead’s strength to pull his arms from the bloody floor and grab hold of the attackers arm before he could drop his sword on him. The two grappled on the bloody stone ground and Mead managed to force the servant to the ground. To his relief the blood seemed to have the same effect on his enemy as he slowed down and didn’t seem to able to move without much of a struggle. Mead used this opportunity to leverage himself off of the attackers body and get to his feet. He sloshed forward and grabbed his spear from the fallen servants chest and impaled the other one in his neck as he struggled to free himself from the mass of blood.

Mead was out of breath he rested his back against the wall trying to regain his composure. As he stood still he noticed the bodies of the two servants he had just killed were being dragged along the floor by some unseen force into the lit room in the distance. The mass of blood seemed to be a living entity onto itself and Mead knew that it was a byproduct of the evil that he had been sent here to exterminate. He let the dead bodies disappear into the chamber as he caught his breath. The smell coming from the room was absolutely horrid it smelled like it was full of decaying bodies that were left out in the open. His stomach started to turn as the smell grew heavier but he was determined to stay strong and face whatever was awaiting him in that room. He slowly started to take steps forward as his feet sunk into the thick blood that seemed to be pulling at him. He walked through the threshold of the chamber and was nearly blinded by the light coming from the ceiling. He thought that he must be in the center of the pyramid and this light was coming down through the top and was somehow being amplified by the strange forces at work here. It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust, but when they did he found himself in a large room that was in the shape of a hexagon. In the center of the room was an enormous hole where the blood seemed to be spilling into. He approached the edge of the hole and was sickened by what he saw inside. Countless dead bodies piled atop of one another. Severed limbs and guts completely exposed. Some of the bodies were those of young children who’s faces were eternally trapped in a state of sheer terror and pain.
---

As he looked over the bodies he noticed some familiar faces amongst them as well. Green who he had attempted to save so many days ago lay bloated amongst the dead. He also saw Tardis, still with the knife stuck in his head that he had thrown at him. He also saw the lifeless face of MrMelodramatic, the one who had shot him and nearly caused his own death. This would have been his fate as well if he hadn’t managed to heal himself. He couldn’t begin to comprehend what these bodies were being used for, and before he could start to think of what to do next five short old men seemed to appear out of nowhere and began a demonic sounding chant as they circled around the mass of dead bodies.

Larry led the gorilla baby back to where they had camped for the night and made sure that it ate a decent meal of the food that he was able to find. He was happy to see that the poor young thing was adjusting well enough considering that its entire tribe had been wiped out. As Larry watched it eat he came to the realization that the infant didn’t have a proper name that he knew of. Larry thought for a minute and decided. “I will call you Gohan,” he said smiling at the young gorilla that was eating happily. “Gohan,” Larry repeated and the young gorilla laughed. Larry suddenly felt much better about his situation, things weren’t as hopeless as they seemed. He would help little Gohan to find more of his kind and he would rebuild his once proud tribe. As Gohan finished eating he let out a large yawn. He laid down on his side and began to fall asleep. Larry hadn’t eaten anything yet but he was absolutely exhausted, he laid down next to his adopted gorilla son and fell asleep.

Smoke had been hiding out nearby eavesdropping on the whole thing. “Gohan?” he thought. “What a fucking idiot. Dude definitely couldn’t hack it out here.” He waited for several minutes and crept up to make sure that Larry was actually asleep. “Aww they look so cute snuggling together,” Smoke thought facetiously. He prepared his ax ready to drop it down on Larry’s skull when he was suddenly struck with a much more sinister idea. He took the pouch of poison off of his back and poured a few drops onto their pile of food. The deep blue color of the poison slightly discolored the fruit, but he figured what the hell. After making sure that he had put a decent amount of poison into Larry’s fruit stash Smoke crept away and got a spot where he would have a view of the show.

Chills ran up Mead’s spine as the elderly shaman continued to chant around the pit of death. They seemed to be completely unaware of Mead’s intrusion, either that or they simply didn’t care. Mead felt like his legs were unable to move as he stared helplessly into the pit as the chanting continued. Suddenly the flesh of the countless bodies inside started to bubble and boil down into a visceral paste. He felt sick as he watched the human remains being reduced to a soup as the mash of blood and remains began to spin inside of the pit. As he stood frozen a loud demonic growling echoed through the chamber, it shook Mead to his soul. It sounded just like the voice that called out to the tributes to find the nonexistent cornucopia. This entity had planned to use them to cause this bloodshed that seemed to be fueling it. As the pit of remains began to spin faster and faster a funnel began to form in the center of it. Whatever the source of this power was seemed to be coming quick. Mead snapped himself from his state of catatonia and turned his attention to the shaman that were holding up their hands and continuing to chant into the spinning bloody vortex.
---

Mead ran towards the nearest shaman and skewered him with his spear. The elderly old man made no effort to defend himself or prevent his death. Mead kicked him off his spear as he ran towards the next one around the hexagonal room. He sliced this one horizontally across his stomach causing him to fall into the vortex. Mead looked back and saw the other elder that he had killed being pulled into the pit by a tendril that had formed from the swirling mass. He gritted his teeth and wasted no more time he continued onward around to the next shaman and sliced open his neck as the last of his chanting was reduced to strained gurgling. As he ran towards the next shaman a tendril flew out of the pit and wrapped itself around his leg. Larry fell to the ground as the immense strength of this creature attempted to pull him in. He slashed the tendril with his spear and it let out an unworldly hiss that made every cell in his body quake as it let go. It seemed that the whatever this creature was it could be hurt. He got to his feet and continued on stabbing the next shaman in the side. As that shaman threw himself into the pit with his last effort in life several more tendrils shot out of the blood coming straight for Mead. He managed to deflect one with his spear but another wrapped around his arm as another stabbed into his abdomen. He could feel the tendril tearing through his insides as it wriggled around the entry wound. The pain was excruciating but he couldn’t stop now. He forced his arm free and cut off the tendril that had stabbed into him. He stumbled back to the wall still feeling it moving around inside of his guts. He grabbed a hold of its severed end before it escaped inside of his body and ripped it out of himself. Blood rained from his giant wound as the tendril slithered back into its pit. He could barely see straight from the amount of pain he was in, but he couldn’t give up. The chanting was as loud as ever even though there was only one shaman remaining. Mead moved over to him as fast as he could and to his surprise this shaman actually attempted to fight back. As Mead got close the shaman turned toward him and launched a flame out of his hands. He looked at Mead with beady little eyes and a smile as the flame burned his face. Luckily Mead was far enough away that the fire didn’t cause him too much harm. He swiftly retaliated by swinging the blunt end of his spear at the shamans legs knocking him to the ground. The shaman held up his hands like he was about to cast another fireball but Mead plunged the spear into his chest.

The chanting had finally ended but not knowing what to do next Mead backed against a wall to try to stay upright and conscious from his injuries. The pit continued to swirl with the sickening mass of blood and guts as the body of the last shaman was pulled inside by the bloody tendrils. Mead clutched his wounded abdomen trying to force the wound closed. He gasped out in pain as blood started to leak from his mouth. The tendrils no longer seemed interested in attacking him, they started to flail into the air in a mad dance of living death as they smashed into the walls of the large chamber. A demonic groan was unleashed once again from the pit and the sound of the spinning blood began to bubble and pop as the mass of it rose from the pit and started to take form. It looked like a giant snake made entirely from the remains of human flesh. The sharp tendrils flailed furiously from all of the surfaces of its body. It didn’t seem to even notice Mead’s presence. It was climbing the walls of the chamber heading to the top of the pyramid. Whatever this creature was it had been released and it was ready to lay waste to the world with its all consuming pestilence. Mead watched helplessly as the devilish creature penetrated the pyramid roof and escaped into the outside world, prepared to lay waste to all things living.
---

Larry was awoken by a loud roar in the distance. He stood to his feet and noticed that birds from all over the forest were flying off into the distance and fast. Something bad was happening and he needed to get out of here with his son. Needing to gather his strength he picked up some of the fruit and started eating it without even giving it much of a look. After several bites he knew something was wrong, he felt nauseous and lightheaded. He fell to his knees and began to shake the baby gorilla. “Gohan,” he said. “You need to run, this place isn’t safe go get out of here.” The gorilla stirred awake and took an immediate notice to Larry’s sickened state. It screeched out in concern and grabbed onto Larry as he fell to his side. “Go on,” Larry said weakly. “You have to go without me. You can rebuild your tribe. It is your right, I’m sorry I stole that from you.” Little Gohan cried out and shook Larry as he began to close his eyes. Just before Larry lost consciousness Smoke dropped down from his hiding spot revealing himself.

“Oh don’t worry,” Smoke said with a sinister grin. “I’ll take great care of your monkey friend.” Smoke reached out to grab Gohan but it jumped out of his grasp. Larry was helplessly paralyzed on the ground and could do nothing but watch. Gohan jumped off of a rock and sprung itself backward landing a punch into Smoke’s face. In the instant the ape touched the ground Smoke stomped down on it hard causing it to fall down in front of Larry’s face. “That was adorable,” Smoke said as he raised his ax up high and dropped it down smashing open the skull of the last of the proud apes. He saw Larry flinch as the blood of his adopted son spattered all over him. Smoke raised the ax again and smashed it into the gorillas body just for good measure. He looked down at Larry who could not move but had tears streaming from his eyes. “I hope you enjoyed your last meal monkey fucker.” Smoke laughed heartily as he left the scene leaving Larry to die a slow death. He shut his eyes to avoid looking at the mangled infant. As his senses slowly started shutting down one by one his last thoughts were of how proud of a tribe the apes had been when he arrived and how he was singlehandedly responsible for all of their demise.

Proceed.
---

so sad
---

;_;
---

Gross I hate it when tendrils go into me
---

Lol, Gohan.

But why would eating the 'poison' cause death?? It seems to be a nonfatal poison that causes unconsciousness and paralysis temporarily. Smoke got stabbed with tons of the stuff but he didn't die.

Fun update, looking forward to seeing how all this ends.

My prediction: Larry gets killed by the monster. Smoke fights it off, but is hurt badly. It comes back to finish him off, but just before it can mead dies either from his wound or by the hunters.
---

Ha monkey fucker!

Jk love you Larry
---

that was an emotional demise. thought me and my monkey were going to win it all

Archmage007 posted...

Lol, Gohan.

But why would eating the 'poison' cause death?? It seems to be a nonfatal poison that causes unconsciousness and paralysis temporarily. Smoke got stabbed with tons of the stuff but he didn't die.

Fun update, looking forward to seeing how all this ends.

The hunters were intentionally using a watered down version of the poison on Smoke so they could take him back to their chief alive.
---

Oh, okay, thanks for explaining.

Know where I can get some of that poison? I could really use some.... for pest control of course......

Epic conclusion coming soon. Get your dicks ready.
---

I bet @Mead will win
---

My dick is ready

Mead will lose
---

Who knows this battle has been crazy af
---