Blood Gulch Blues

[PopcornPie]

Right before death claimed them, Lucky found himself seized by Eric, which surprised him to no end. Although he stared at Eric with shock, the explosion consumed them before he could say anything.

First there was light, then there was dark. Then there was a reddish light. Lucky woke up slowly, feeling like his body had been crammed into an oven. After waddling around in the snow for so long, being blasted by heat wasn’t exactly a welcome feeling. It just made him more sluggish. There was, however, a true wake-up-call, who had been waiting above him for his first signs of life...Well, soul-life.

“Hey there, Lucky!”

The rabbit whirled his head around. It couldn’t be him!

Holy fuck, it was. Van Tastic, host of Whacked!, coming to you live from the pits of H-E-Double hockey stick.

“What do you want, you buck-toothed goon?” Lucky asked rhetorically.

In response, the demon explained, “Remember that little contract you signed?” To jog his memory, Van held out that very same contact Lucky had signed a year ago.

Lucky felt his stomach flip upside down as he looked upon his own nub-print, forever stuck on that sheet of crusty paper. In his mania to get the Grand Prize, he didn’t study it enough. That contract stated clearly that his soul would go to Hell upon his death. “A-and I’m dead…” He whimpered.

“As a doornail!” Van bellowed, summoning a laughing crowd of fellow demons. “I’ve been waiting for you, my little toeless star, and now…” He chuckled. “It’s time to play my second favorite game: Your eternal punishment!” The way his voice echoed made Lucky’s spine feel as though it was being splintered. That Van Tastic made everything feel like a game, but Lucky had simply come to its end. And, thanks to all his meddling, his team lost. Everyone died. He wouldn’t get to avenge them. One would think that living for eternity with such knowledge was punishment enough…

“Now, what to do…” Van tapped his chin. “The boss likes irony, you see, and you’ve been a tough book to read. I’ve just been skimming to the parts where you-Oh, of course!”

The demon then snapped his fingers, wiping out all other sounds. It bounced around the stage, and Lucky’s head, for what felt like hours. Not that Lucky wanted the sound to end; He was cowering, standing before Van with dreading eyes.

Suddenly, a jolt of pain went through his left arm, as if someone had just stretched it out like a rubber band. His other arm did the same, and both nubs lost all feeling. The tips became hard, and tore through his bandages. His legs followed suit. Then his legs lost their ability to keep him balanced, and he fell forward. Next came a terrible ache in his spine and head as his vertebrae rapidly changed shape, extending Lucky’s neck. His nose stretched out over his lower jaw. Red fur fell out, reddish-brown fur came in. For the finishing touches, his tail grew out, and his ears turned upwards. As though it was on Van’s command, Lucky released a loud, wheezy “HEEEEEE-HAAAAAAWWW!”

“Pardon me, if this seems a bit unoriginal…” Van walked up to, and leaned against, Lucky the jackass. “But I think this fits you better than a fluffy little bunny. Especially after your shenanigans in Blood Gulch. Right, folks?” There were no words from the crowd, only sinister, satisfied laughter.

“Heee haaaw! Heee haaaw!” Lucky was trying to protest, but his vocabulary was gone. A donkey’s call was the only sound he could make. H-he was helpless! He tried to curl up, but there was no effective defense against his fate. He’d effectively eliminated anyone who was willing to lift a finger to help him. Van would probably be sending him to the obsidian mines, or some demonic circus, or-

“Oh, what do you mean they’re not done with him?”

Lucky uncoiled to see Van angrily talking on the phone.

“It was a ten megaton blast against a goddamn rabbit! He is gone! There is no way we were prematu-Oh. Oooooh. I guess I understand. He doesn’t really deserve to be anywhere else, though? Oh. No, I see. All right, he’s coming.” He put down the phone with a simple click, then shrugged at Lucky. “Apparently, there’s some other afterlife you’re supposed to be at right now. And they really want you. Oh, well, at least I got to carry out some punishment...Good seeing you, Lucky.”

Without even bothering to change him back into a rabbit, Van sent Lucky back to the others, where he greeted them with a weary “Hee”. Not that anyone was gonna recognize him like this. To anyone else, he was but a standard donkey, with nothing distinguishable. (Except for being a bit smaller than the average ass)

He did watch the play, but only stood still. The future. Big whoop. He had no voice. No identity. Not a chance of operating anything. He was completely, utterly worthless now. And nobody else was killed, apparently, just him. Great.

thatguyinthestore @Everybody else (Good luck figuring out where Lucky is)

 

[Kameron Esters-]

Captain Falcon sits up abruptly "Huh? Did I...?" Captain Falcon feels himself "I did! And no soot! Eat that, Space heaven! Captain Falcon walks the Earth again!" Captain Falcon laughs triumphantly until he looks at the near industrial setting surrounding them all. He then falls to his knees "...I'm sorry, Space Heaven! Forgive me for my defiance!" Captain falcon looks around again and sees both red and blues still around "Did we all go to space hell or something? I know for a fact most of us don't deserve to be here. I know I don't." Captain Faclon sees Church and immediately runs up beside him "Hope you don't mind if I stick with ya' for awhile. Not looking to get lost again, cause frankly enough, I'm getting quite tired of it."
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[PolikShadowbliss]

Odessa gasps awake, pats herself down and lets out a giant, "WHAT THE FUCK!?"

Fortunately she was unconcious during the whole play thing, unfortunately she was a tad confused.

"What did -- where am I!?" She looked around at the distobian enviroment. "Oh not again! THIS IS THE THIRTEENTH TIME I'VE WOKEN UP IN AN HORRIBLE REALM!"

She gets up and follows Grif and Simmons.

thatguyinthestore

 

[ConnorOfficials]

Lilith woke up after the strange events occurred.
"What... just happened, all I remember is that there was a bright light and-"
she cut herself off looking around and noticed Church,who for some reason was back alive "Ok, now I'm really confused."
Lilith got up and followed Church, along with the rest of her team. "Hey Church, mind explaining what the holy mother of horror movies is going on here? I thought you died a few hours ago!"

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[DerpyCarp]

In the void, Lealan floated. Existence a blur. The brush of nothingness and death resonates with her being. Suddenly, a familiar embrace envelopes her consciousness. Gently, she feels herself being guided along a new path, a voice resonating through her, filling her with a sense of dejá vu.
When she awoke, she was surrounded by her compatriots from before the explosion, and not back on her ship. "Ssssshit." And the Reds started a stupid play, fantastic. Once it was over and Lealan was done crying internally since she obviously went to hell, she follows Sarge and Donut with a knife in hand, fully intent in murdering one of them.
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[Riven]

After the bright flash expectance of an explosion, Umbra had readied himself to accept his fate. But, it didn't come. Instead, the frame regained consciousness as he began to realize the sense of weightlessness. The warframe began to reach around, trying to get a sense of its surroundings before noticing everyone else around it also being in the same strange predicament. They weren't on some Grineer or Corpus ship, and he didn't have his Archwing, what is even happening.. Umbra simply remained compliant, simply enjoying the adrift ride.

《MEANWHILE ELSEWHERE》​

"Come on.. work dammit work!", the operator muttered. A few minutes had passed as the Operator had returned to the Second Dream, drifting to sleep as the pod closed itself around him, releasing fumes to help soothe the pilots as well as allowing the cryo freeze of the pod to work more smoothly. As his eyes remained closed, he felt the entire world dissipate around him, slowly becoming nothing as his Transference Pod attempted to regain his mental connection to his warframe. "I'm not losing you Umbra, we've been through too much together..", the Operator muttered in his dream sleep state, feeling himself simply float in his subconscious, before suddenly, he felt a jolt of energy jam itself like a spike into the back end of his brain near his neck causing him to yell.

[CONNECTION RE-ESTABLISHED: TRANSFERENCE SUCCESSFUL AND STABLE AT 100% EFFICIENCY]
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The blackness of the void slowly began showing swirls of colors as Umbra slowly stood himself back up, the strange dirt and dust flowing about. He didn't register how long he drifted, but the crash definitely would've hurt him. Before then, the realization of pain suddenly jolted his arm, causing the frame to glitch slightly in a bright blue spark as he heard a familiar voice in his mind.

"Ow.. that fuckin hurt..", the voice of the Operator, he wasn't alone anymore. "Good to see you're okay, but, don't make anymore crazy falls, felt like I almost broke my arm there..", speaks a groaning Operator. If the Warframe could have a face, he would be smiling in joy. "Where are we Umbra..", the voice asks in curiosity, to which the frame slightly shrugs, before hearing someone speak another strange theory.

"The Future..", the boy speaks to himself, "This doesn't make any sense does it.." Church then begins to mention something of a radio, to which Umbra nods in response. "Well well, seems we're back to work yet again", the Operator says with a sigh of relief, "Thanks for what you did earlier Umbra, but next time, let me be responsible for it. But, it's nice to see you're okay old buddy."

Once again, the frame would've been smiling if it was able to, but, it simply nods to his Operator's words, before turning to Church, and following behind him.

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@BlueTeam

 

[PopcornPie]

Having distanced himself from the group, Lucky laid down. What was a donkey to do...He couldn't face Toffee, he couldn't defeat the clones, he couldn't defend himself. All he could really do was nap...

It didn't feel like a very long nap.

But when Lucky opened his eyes, he noticed that he now had bandages in place of hooves. His ears were floppy, he still had the boxers on...It was just a dream! He was still a rabbit!...And he was still in this dump. Still no time to celebrate. Rather, he stared into the distance, fearful. Even supposing that those were his original teammates...Oh, as if they would want to see him again now. They were stranded entirely in this smoldering wasteland, and he wasn't quite free of the theory that they were dead.

 

[GeorgeTownRaja]

Monkey D. Luffy
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Luffy stood up as he is still in pain from the explosion after he lost his arm as a result. He looked around to see where he is and he finds out that he is in the future.

He is in dire need of a medic to heal his wounds but it appears that there are none but it is uncertain.

He looked around to see if there is someone who can do so despite having none. That is when he choose Lucky to help him.

"Mr. Rabbit, help me..." He said as he finally collapses after that.

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Raven (Rachel Roth)
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Raven slowly gets up after she found herself that she is in the future. She looked around to see if Vitan and Lilith are still alive and that she doesn't want to leave her teammates behind.

She smiled upon seeing them as they are okay.

"Vitan! Lilith!" She shouted to get their attention!

Chungchangching ConnorOfficials thatguyinthestore

 

[PopcornPie]

"Who would even..." Lucky murmured to himself. "I mean...But...How am I?..." He was content to stew in his thoughts. Kind of. It was clear that sharing them wouldn't do anyone any good. But he realized that he had taken people who would listen for granted. Maybe he shouldn't have let himself wake up from that dream...At least he couldn't speak as a jackass. He could live anonymously as a jackass.

"Mr. Rabbit, help me..." A voice moaned behind him.

Instinctively, Lucky yelled, "Why should I?!" And then he caught himself. Luffy...Or Luffy's clone...No, the real Luffy...But his arm was gone, just like the one he perceived as a clone...Oh, did his head hurt. "Why...How can I trust you? And how can you trust me? Don't you remember? I was blasting at you! You know I'm not a clone, and I know you're not the real you." His eyes were soft. "At least...That's what I was confident of." He shook his head, then looked out to the horizon. If this was the future...he would just pretend, for now...then maybe it was a better future than it seemed. Maybe Toffee was dead by now. Maybe they had no reason to fight anymore. "His eyes...His fucking eyes...Just like the original laddie..." From all the way over there, Lucky could see a battle for life inside Luffy's eyes; He could see his thread of life fraying.

Fuck, Lucky had left his bandages back at camp! And he had lost most of his arsenal in the explosion. "Look, you. I know what to do." He sighed, staring at his own bandages. He still needed these, right? They kept his nubs warm, kept him from seeing the unsightly scabs underneath. Not to mention where they had been lately. "But I'm kinda lackin' in supplies here." He had a defeated trudge, and, in a saddening twist, laid down next to Luffy. "It's over. Whatever the fuck you are, whatever you were meant for, both our sides have lost. Toffee won. I swear to baby Jesus, I will get a rematch with him, but, for now, let's just wait for the buzzards to come." Perhaps, if he went to sleep again, he would go back to that wonderful reality where he was an anonymous donkey, and could at least begin a new life for himself.

GeorgeTownRaja

 

[Venom Snake]

Snake was near the reds and blues, simply leaning on a pillar and watching. He thought to himself, “I’ll be damned. Still kicking...”

 

[jigglesworth]

Blue Team
thatguyinthestore @BlueTeam​

As Price crawled away, the yell from Locus confirmed he hadn't gotten it off his neck. Knowing the others are bound to shoot it in just a moment, he huddles. He was correct, as just a moment later, the resulting explosion from the grenades could probably be heard miles away. Price managed to close his ears in time, too, preventing the painful ringing. The shock wave blew his boonie hat away into the snow. A piece of shrapnel cut his bad arm protecting his neck, one grazed his leg, and one nearly gave him a good shave, flinging into the snow right in front of him at incredibly fast speeds, melting the snow around it.

In a second or two, everything had calmed down, the only feeling left was the snow on his skin and the whipping of the wind. John sat up, looking to where Locus used to be. Well, they certainly got him. He stood up in the snow, trudging over to the merc's body after grabbing his boonie hat and placing it back on his head. Locus' armor managed to protect him surprisingly well, taking much of the blow. Still, he got seriously messed up. Since none of the group plans on helping him, this is probably where Locus dies. His body is bruised, cut up, and bloodied by the shrapnel, his armor scattered. If the blood loss and possibly brain trauma doesn't end him, passing out in these frigid winds will.

"Well, that's that business done." He groans, looking to his arm. The pain hasn't set in yet, with the adrenaline and cold numbing him to that. He'd rather be getting real medical attention when that does happen. His leg isn't a cause for alarm, it's a small cut. It's probably too frigid for any bacteria to crawl in anyhow.

Price looks back upon hearing Tucker's voice, saying something about clones? Just like that rabbit was rambling about. Tucker shot the portal he just came through, effectively stranding them, then unloading the rest of his magazine into the chest of one of the Reds. "The fuck are you doing?" John started towards Tucker. As he and Church argued, John's focus was on the beeping coming from Lopez's chest. He starts backing upaway from it, just in case. Sarge eventually decided to inform everyone that the ticking they heard? A 10 megaton bomb inside Lopez's chest. With no way to stop it.

At that, Price.. just stands there. Of all the places to die, this is where he meets his maker? On a ringworld, freezing his ass off, with a probably broken arm after having wrapped a grenade belt around a space merc's neck and destroying him, and surrounded by a Greek, rabbit, armored assholes, other anthropomorphic animals, a ghost, and other assorted folk? "Fuckin' hell.." And all because an idiot listened to the ramblings of a crazy rabbit. There's not really much there to think about for him. He simply stands there, wanting to meet his death with dignity in the face of overwhelming incompetence. Then, the clock hit 0, and bright light filled his vision.

Price awoke with a ringing in his ears. Apt, for having just been in an explosion. Not apt, for having just been in a 10 megaton explosion, just shy of Castle Bravo. He felt light, as if not affected by gravity. The environment hurt to look at, with Sarge describing it as something temporal. At that, another bright light consumed his sight.

This time, he wasn't in a weird spiral plane, but somewhere tangible. Notably, this place was much warmer than Sidewinder. The sky was dark, covered in stormy smog. The buildings they could see were in disrepair, it was overall a hard sight to behold. "What is this place?" Price said to no one, sitting up and looking around. The original Reds and Blues were up, aside from Church. For a moment, Price could have sworn Caboose said something about time travel, but that doesn't make any sense. It made even LESS sense when Sarge went on about how the explosion was so great, it messed with time?

"That.." Price stood, grunting, bearing his arm and leg pain for the point of chastising Sarge. "That's not how this works. That's not how any of this works. You don't get thrown in time by a fucking explosion. That isn't even the largest bomb that's been-" he was cut off as Donut asked Sarge for them to do the skit. At that, John stopped trying. There was another explanation for them being here, just.. he doesn't know what it is.

John sat back down as they prepared their skit, less to pay attention and more to rest his injured limbs. Seeing as he isn't on Sidewinder any more, and things are much warmer, the pain is certainly setting in. Price looks at his injured arm, trying to move his hand and fingers. Good news is, he can move his fingers slightly. Bad news is, holy shit it hurts. If it's not fractured, it's likely chipped and/or bruised. Still, it's out of commission. For now, he'll have to operate without it. John takes off his scarf, as well as the strap from his rifle. He wraps his injured arm with the scarf, feeding the strap through the bottom of the scarf. He then tosses the strap around his neck, completing his makeshift cast.

By the time he was done, the skit was over. Though, according to Church, they didn't explain shit anyhow. The Blue Team leader than called them over to go after Tucker and help establish communications with command. That is something Price can get behind. He gets up, wincing in pain, but not deterred from continuing on. He caught up with Church, leaving his rifle behind, though with his pistol in holster.

"What the hell happened here? Is there some kind of war going on?" There was Blood Gulch, but that seemed like less of a war and more of a twisted social experiment. This looked like something entirely different. He didn't recognize the city, either, so they might be on yet another planet.

 

[BoltBeam]

Spoiler: BGM (Listen while you read if you want!)

Time's Damage

So... A lot has happened while Red Riding Hood sat back and let all of this go down. While she rested, not only both opposing hunters down, but not too long after, death met everyone in the face and took them with it - for a bomb was right in front of them all. Before anyone in the group could have even ran, or hardly done anything - they were all gone. All they were met with was the void as they were supposedly eliminated ever so quickly by the specified bomb. Red Riding Hood, in that moment, had literally no idea what was going on - and for the time she was stuck in the void with everyone else, she aptly floated and remained wordless. All that was 'written' was nothing but fear and worry, all over her expression - visually, at least, that's what it appeared to be. And with that same expression, when she awoke, she and everyone else was greeted with... "What in the-? What happened to this place?" Red Riding Hood sounded terrified - as if she is getting deja vu. This was a sight to behold - a very bad one, but a sight none the less! "OK, I think I'd rather go back to being dead, rather than waking up to the pseudo apocalypse!" She said vacantly and angrily. She sighed heavily and within that time later, it was time for answers - everyone had been waiting for them to wake up, it seemed.

Upon your reawakening, you found that the area you were in was no longer Sidewinder. The skies were much darker and filled to the brim with smog. All around you were collapsed or otherwise burning buildings, and the general area around you just appeared to be in an all-around state of disarray.

"Hey, they're awake!" Donut exclaimed, being one of the other first things you saw upon waking up. "Guys, they're awake!" He reiterated.

"I still wanna know why I don't get a laser gun..." You could hear Grif's voice complaining from the side.

"Shutup, dumbass..." Simmons retorted as he approached you all as well. "Hey hey hey... take it easy, guys. You've been out for quite a while." He said.

"And I thought I was lazy..." Grif muttered under his breath.

"Wh-where are we...?" Church asked as he slowly stood up to his feet, rubbing the side of his head groggily. Clearly he had just woken up alongside the rest of you.

"Church! Church!" Caboose said as he ran over to his self-proclaimed best friend. "We are in the future!"

"The future? Aww no, not this again..." Red Riding Hood's deja vu strikes again! "How the heck we wound up 'here', is beyond me..." She struggled to stand, considering her injuries yet lingered - and slowly healing or not, they still hurt. Red Riding Hood let out little growling noises as she had struggled to hold herself up, glancing to Sarge as he announced the plan not too much later - wincing in 'this literally hurts to stand right now'.

"Alright, well it's at least more productive than whatever the hell it is you asshats are up to." Church complained, before turning to the group at large. "Blue Team, you're with me. I think building a radio to command is just what we need in this situation, anyways." Church said, before walking off, expecting those of you on Blue Team to follow.

"Uhh... guess that leaves Red Team and you Solo Guys. Luckily, Grif 'n Simmons saw an old, busted up Warthog down yonder, and I think that we can somehow rebuild it if we can find the right parts. So, we'll divide up into two mini teams!" Sarge exclaimed. "One mini team will go with Grif 'n Simmons to try and get the damn thing workin'. The other mini team will come with me and Donut to try and find some extra parts, like a transmitter and a radio!" He said, and with that, the Red Team divided up, leaving those of you on the Red and Solo Teams to either go with Grif and Simmons, or Sarge and Donut.

"A-Alright... Think..." Red Riding Hood said to herself aloud - naturally, if they're even going to rebuild that mentioned Warthog, they're going to need the parts to do it. Finding that thing should not be too hard, but the parts may take a while - and are particularly more important, in Red Riding Hood's opinion. Ergo, she nodded to herself in self-agreement as she opted to follow them, and as she did so, she saw a certain someone...

And the Reds started a stupid play, fantastic. Once it was over and Lealan was done crying internally since she obviously went to hell, she follows Sarge and Donut with a knife in hand, fully intent in murdering one of them.

Red Riding Hood would have initially tried to stop her, but she knew. In a world where it already seemed to have hit the worst point, what is there she can do? She tried her best, and it didn't succeed - while not entirely her fault, it still hurt quite a lot to know one had failed. 'It wasn't enough, was it? Did I really let everyone down, or... Was it something different?' She thought to herself as her glance had met the knife and in turn Lealan by the eyes - yet looking away, still vacantly scared when she met the latter face-to-face. "Whatever happened here can't just be 'our' fault, can it? There's no way 'we' did this... There's no-" And then she cut herself off when she just looked around again, and realised what this place looked like.

"...Goodness, this is...! It's even worse than me on a rampage...!" She voiced in disgust. This was what appeared to be left of Sidewinder. The place they were in last - now reduced to pieces. She looked on in absolute horror as she observed what there 'was' left of it to begin with, as she headed with Sarge and Donut - and whoever this other thing was. She refused to believe this was their fault, and her confidence was being broken step by step. "If this is what the future looks like, someone's gone and done 'something' alright... If it's not 'us', then who could have... If anyone at all...?" She scratched her head in confusion and tried to keep to herself, a simple and terrified expression was stuck on her face as the wandering had taken place. 'Consider myself disappointed, in all of you and myself.' She thought to herself.
Character Information

Link to CS: Here!​

Hex Code: #c93648​

Status (physically): Heavily damaged (still, but slowly healing)​

Status (mentally/emotionally): Scared​

Powers: Magical abilities and species abilities​

Items: Blood Weapon Scissors, water bottle (2/4 uses left), pistol (X2), throwing knife (X10)​

Skills/Abilities: Adaptable fighter, versatile (weapon-wise), best in none​

Course of action: Go with Sarge and Donut​

RP Information

Location: Sidewinder, or at least what's left of it (the future)​

Interactions: thatguyinthestore ​

Mentions: DerpyCarp ​

Nearby/In Group: @WelcomeToDesolation​

 

[Chungchangching]

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GeorgeTownRaja ConnorOfficials


"AND I DID IT MY WAAAAAAAAA--"

Vitan was singing this My Way song as we met our "Demise", holding the high note for a painfully long time while she hugged my blocky leg, unknown to her that she was still alive with me or at least I think we're alive? We could be in the afterlife or something. Now, let me tell you what this girl did: When I was about to run away from the explosion. She grabbed me by the leg and took me with her! I know I had no chance of outrunning a bomb like that but what the heck?! Talk about Crab Mentality! I shook my leg off her grip and she was still singing until I gave her a pat on the head. It was a little forceful but not enough to hurt that thick skull of hers.

"AAAY-- Oh."

Vitan stood up, checking out her body to realize that she was still alive. The lady sighed as she wiped the sweat off her forehead. She was later spooked by the voice of the serious girl calling out for her. Vitan ran towards her and gave her a hug before beckoning Lilith to join their hugging session. This girl actually made more friends than me in this adventure? I know I'm introverted and all but dang that puts a damper on my mood.​

 

[ManyFaces]

Lobo

So it seemed like the end for him. It wouldn't be the first time. But at least he brought plenty of pain and cracked some skulls this time around. The Main Man mentally added Tucker to his list of people who's limbs he'd rearrange, as he sat down on the cold snow relaxed with a cigar. He'd be going out with a bang and that suited him just fine.
But as the blinding white light overtook him he saw.... A smoggy hellscape. It wasn't hell though, but it might as well have been given he was still within the current group.
"So The Main Man can't even get some fraggin', hot demon babes! Great!
He cursed as he looked at the smoggy land. Followed by what he'd call the piss poor acting that followed their arrival. Was the pay worth the absolute pain in the ass the job was? Hell no! The only thing that kept him from trying to punch one of the space soldiers was the fond memory he had of Felix screaming in agony moments ago.
"Uselessfraggin'geekwadsdeservemybootsofaruptheirassi'llknockoutsometeeth!"
He growled the words quite audibly. He would never work this hard if he didn't know how many zeros were in the amount of credits he'd be getting. He looked at his options for grouping and saw Lealan following Sarge and Donut, he could practically smell her intent to kill as she moved. After what she'd done to a penguin earlier, it'd be metal as hell if she could rend one of them as well. So he followed in hopes of seeing some carnage to entertain himself.

DerpyCarp thatguyinthestore​

 

[PolikShadowbliss]

Karma Drakon

Karma must have zoned out throughout most of their adventure, because she couldn't recall much of what happened, just that it was cold and there was a fight and ...... OH Shit! She died! At least she thought she died. But instead she woke up in this hellish landscape .... to a shitty play and the rest of Blue Team walking off.

She walked with them, staying silent, not sure if anyone even remembered her.

thatguyinthestore

>OPEN FOR INTERACTION​

 

[thatguyinthestore]

"Uhh... I mean, you're on Blue Team, aren't you?" Church would ask Captain Falcon as the Blue Team continued forward. "And apparently we're in the future or something. And yeah, I did, but now I'm a ghost and I possessed some dead guy. Haven't you been paying attention?" He asked Lilith, before addressing Price. "How the fuck would I know? I mean... I haven't been here. I just woke up in this place with the rest of you!" He shouted, clearly still annoyed at the general situation that they were in and no so much Price himself.

Meanwhile, Blue Team would be beckoned on over to a nearby pile of trash by Church, who began looking around the area. "God... where the fuck is Tucker?" Church asked as he searched around. While you all began to look for your fellow Blue Team member, you would find that the paths eventually began to diverge.

"Ahh.... shit." Church said as he looked at the two paths. The left path seemed more narrow and dangerous, while the right path seemed more broad and easygoing. "I really don't need you guys getting killed, so I'll take the left path. Caboose, you take the right." Church said as he began to walk along the left path.

"You've got it, Church!" Caboose enthusiastically cheered, before running off down the right path.

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"They destroyed it all, Simmons, those damn stupid bastards! They blew it all up! Damn them! Damn them to Hell! Those damn dirty apes!" Grif would shout in agony to Simmons as they led you all down the pathway.

"Calm down Grif, we don't know that the whole world is like this," Simmons replied in an attempt to calm his friend down.

"Yes it is, they destroyed it all. I guess the society of man just wasn't meant to survive." Grif replied in a depressed tone.

"Hey how 'bout this: how 'bout we explore more than two square miles before we jump to any conclusions."

"It was definitely nuclear weapons, that's what did it. And the explosions caused massive power outages which caused the failsafe to fail, which released a super bacteria from a secret lab."

"Oh, come on!"

"That caused a huge plague, and as the victims died, they rose from the dead twelve hours later to roam the earth and feast on human flesh."

"What?"

"A handful of gritty survivors from all walks of life were able to keep the legions of the infected radioactive undead at bay, using only their wits, and an inexplicable knowledge of agricultural science and engineering. Everything was looking good... and that's when the meteor hit."

"I think you just quoted every crappy Hollywood apocalypse movie ever."

"Face it, Simmons. The age of man is done."

"If all that happened, then where are the zombies? Why aren't they still around?"

"The meteor killed them!"

"And what about the super bacteria?"

"It was infected by ALIEN bacteria brought by the meteor, and was wiped out in a massive bacteria-on-bacteria plague. Very ironic."

"Okay. Then why haven't we been infected by the new alien bacteria?"

"It only infects other bacteria. Are you even listening to me?"

The two would continue to bicker about all of this, pretty much leaving you on your lonesome. Luckily, the warthog that Sarge had mentioned was only a few feet away. You were, of course, free to investigate it if you pleased. Otherwise, you could try and search through the piles of trash to see if you could find anything interesting.

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Those of you who decided to go with Sarge and Donut would find that the dark, maroon-ish greys, and the piles of trash only grew in size.

"Welp, better get to searchin'! That warthog won't repair itself!" Sarge shouted as he began to dig through the piles. You were always free to join him, or you could otherwise explore on your own.

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[Benedict Cucumberpatch]

Benedict sat there in amazement as he watched the show, a pair of opera glasses in hand as he sat on Josh
"Ah....bravo...the elegance...the music, reminds me of the golden years." Benedict said in reflection
As the rest of the show unfolded, Benedict watched in amazement
"Ah, Josh, the characters arguing represents....the fact that time can't function well....but I can, because...I am not arguing...I'm sitting here with glasses."
As they now chose a path, Benedict grew in excitement
"Ah! The reviews didn't say this show was...interactive, ah...Josh, the left path represents hard work with great rewards....and the right represents....laziness with no rewards...ah let us go left...I wonder what will happen in this brilliant performance." Benedict stated with glee as he cleaned his opera glasses and Josh carried him up the left path
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[PolikShadowbliss]

Red Team: Odessa

Odessa chuckled a bit to herself hearing Grif and Simmon's bizarre and quite humorous conversation; the truth was this wasn't the first time she was in an end of the world situation nor was it the first time she was part of a abyssmal future.

"Has it occured to any of you guys? That this is just a future? One among thousands? No matter. We're still here. I'm going to search this vechile!"

She walks to the warthog and starts investigating it.

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Venom Snake in the area.

Blue Team: Karma

Karma decided to go with Caboose, the man definitely needed someone to help him from getting killed. And she was good on narrow paths. She noticed that the cartoonish man has joined her on this little adventure. She raised an eyebrow but otherwise said nothing.

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[Kameron Esters-]

Captain Falcon goes with Church "So... I didn't just defy space heaven... But the space-time continuum as a whole? Man...I'm more bad-A than I thought. Can't wait to rub it in everyone's face come next Smash Tournament, heheh." Falcon rubs his hands together mischievously "There gonna be all like "Wow, Cap, I wish I could defy heaven and time b sheer will like you" And Imma be like "Oh wait. You can't?" All sarcastic-like, then their gonna be like "Nooo..." and imma top it of with "Then you suck!", then proceed to laugh in their faces. Oh yea...That's the plan. Things are finally looking up for Captain Falcon! Haha~!"

 

[PopcornPie]

Hm...Luffy wouldn't talk to him. Well, that was just one thing the clones and originals had in common, wasn't it? Why would any of them even speak to him...Hell, it was a miracle that Luffy was even letting him lie with him.

"You're lucky, you know?...No pun intended." Lucky sighed. "If you are cloned, well, you have the memories without any of the experiences. Meanwhile, I got all these emotions. I got all this weight on me. If I hadn't flapped me jaw about Toffee, none of this would've happened. Hell, we would probably have won by now."

He reflected on Felix and Locus, recalled how bloodthirsty they were. "Those two guys we were shootin', right before this...That's what I should've been. Just blastin' you all, then acceptin' me pay. I thought we were all gonna be bloodthirsty, but no. I got put up with a bunch o' pansies, and they liked me. What the fuck did I do to deserve that?!"

He raised his voice slightly. "You've got the first Luffy's memories, tell me. What was he thinkin' when he saw me? How about when I tattled on Toffee, made us all wanted men, what was he thinkin' then? How about when he was bein' led to Toffee's firin' squad, and didn't see me there?" He glared desperately at Luffy's collapsed body. "Well?! Answer me! Was he regrettin' ever speaking to me? Did he wish I would be torn apart by me ribcage? Did he..." Still no reply. The rabbit sighed, and stared at his own nubs. "...If I do this for you...Will you answer me?" He asked rhetorically.

The ends of his bandages were hard to find, but he was able to gently peel them off with his bottom teeth. He would need the bandages from both arms, he figured. "At least you're still..." Lucky mused softly, as he lifted up Luffy's stump, and began to wrap his bandages around it.

As Lucky worked, images of the past floated through his mind. When he squinted, Luffy's stump turned red, and fuzzy, just like his own. But it was small. When he closed his eyes completely, what formed around him was that good luck charm factory. Somewhere in his subconscious, Lupé managed to find a specific record from those days, found the record player amidst all the rubble, and played it.

Spoiler: Flashback time.

"Please, somebody!" Lucky's voice back then was squeaky, and faint. "Help me! Mama! Where are me paws?! Where are me paws, mama?!" He sobbed for a mother he had only seen alive for five minutes. He was sitting at the top of a pile of dead rabbits, coating them in a fresh coat of blood. It didn't take long before his wails were noticed by the staff.

"Ah, shit. That one's still alive." The employees said among themselves, their apathetic tone sparking a fire in Lucky's heart to this day. One employee scooped him up. "Might as well put 'im down."

"But you're picking me up! Where are you putting me down?" Lucky wailed, still looking for his mother. Then he saw it. He saw it all. Rabbits were knocked out, strapped to a moving belt, and were left at the mercy of a robot with four cleavers for hands. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. With big spurts of blood, the paws were removed, and the rest of the rabbit was discarded like yesterday's garbage. Any rabbit still alive was latched into a cage, forced to watch.

"Okay, you." The employee carrying him met another, who carried a bolt gun. "This won't hurt for too long."

Too damn late. In those seconds, Lucky experienced a scar he could never cover up. What were they doing to his paws?! Why his?! Why his mother's?! Were the remaining rabbits just going to let this happen?!

Well, he wouldn't!

"...NO!" Lucky flung his little self from the worker's arms, desperate to flee. But he just kept slipping on his own blood. There had to be something he could do about this! As he cried in frustration, he heard an exclamation of pain; Out of surprise, the worker carrying the bolt gun had accidentally fired it into his arm. "Don't worry, Fred!" The other screamed, pulling out a first aid kit. "That little bugger is probably gonna die on his own anyway. But if he isn't dead by the time I find him, I'm bringing back rabbit tobacco!"

Lucky didn't focus on the threat, but the bandages. Why, those long pieces of fabric were covering up the wounds! The blood was stopping! Just what he needed! But how would he get his nubs on some of those?

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.

The machine operated apathetically above him, watching him struggle to stand up. He was getting dizzy. "Mama, papa, help..." He moaned, looking at the strange, moving belt. He was just a kit, surely someone would come to a kit's aid? At least, that's what he believed.

"Someone turn that fucking thing off! We got an accident!"

The machine stopped on somebody's command, and any rabbits not hacked apart were returned to their cages, just in case. But still, innocent little Lucky had hope that a rabbit would come back to life, free themselves, and help him.

Yet, even when he was ready to pass out, nobody came. And he didn't know why.

"Now, where the fuck is that rabbit?"

N-no, those people wouldn't help him. If he went to them, he would die for sure. He could only rely on the rabbit who wasn't there. He kept anxiously watching the belt, waiting for somebody to hop down. He would give it a few more seconds...

"There you are! You little shit!" Lucky found himself mobbed by the employees, seized by cold hands, and carried back to the bolt gun. He wriggled in their bloodstained grip, squealing. What was going on?! Why did nobody respond to his cries?! Desperation turned to impatience. Impatience turned to frustration. Frustration fell to the bottom of his heart like a dropped cigarette, causing something to ignite.

Lucky could feel a puny flame eating at his heart, fueling itself faster than one could say "lucky foot". It quickly nurtured itself, expanding into a mighty fire, able to reach his eyes in no time. As he burned, Lucky was limp, causing confusion among his captors, and they asked themselves, "Is he dead?" To that, Lucky would answer: Well, yes, but actually no. If he was ever dead, then what he was about to do would be him coming back to life.

First, he chomped down on their hands, causing them to shriek in pain, and drop him. As soon as he hit the floor, Lucky swiped the first aid kit in his teeth, wondering what he would do next. The caged rabbits, of course! Now using his blood as a mode of transportation, he slid to the others, flicking one cage open. The rabbits living in that cage freed their neighbors. The neighbors freed their neighbors. Within minutes, there was a full scale rabbit revolt, which Lucky used as a break.

Seeing the light, and his head as light as a balloon, Lucky hastily wrapped the bandages around his bleeding nubs, pulling them tight. They slipped, they came loose, they tangled themselves, and it made Lucky squeeze out some frustrated tears. Fortunately, he eventually got them in a way that would hold the blood, letting him regain consciousness. He could now stand up, and run away, as the factory was dismantled all around him.

Lucky watched things crumble from afar. Rabbits were pouring out of the exits, whooping and cheering for their freedom. He supposed he should have felt good inside, but he was instead resentful. None of those rabbits helped him, not with the bandages or anything else. Nobody was even coming to see if the baby bunny, who had been bleeding out from all four limbs, was okay. He had to save himself to save everyone else, and it sounded like a terrible deal to him. Did nobody hear him screaming? Nobody wanted to try freeing themselves? It was a simple latch, anyone with fingers could have done it.

In the meantime, what was that sudden push he felt? It was great! If not for that spark in his heart, he would've gotten a bolt gun through the noggin. It felt wonderful to bite back. Maybe, as long as he kept fanning that flame, he would be fine. He wouldn't need anyone else's light. He had his own future now, and it was nothing but himself! He could find those feet on his own! He just needed to rest first.

As the young rabbit closed his eyes, hoping to confront his first day all alone with dignity, Lupé's record came to a scratchy end.

"I just don't get why everyone else felt the need to help me." In truth, Lucky had finished the bandage job midway through the flashback, and he was staring at his now bare nub. He could see where his skin grew over the bone. "Nobody came to help me when I was helpless, but, suddenly, when I'm in me prime, I need friends? Bah. We all saw how it worked out."

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[DerpyCarp]

Lealan would follow Sarge and Donut, knife obviously drawn with murderous intent. Once Sarge stopped and began digging through the Trash, she made her move. She walked up to Donut, whirled him around and began talking with a toxic hatred in her voice. "I want to let you know, that what I am about to do, I do with purpose. What you made us witness was a travesty the likes of which I had not witnessed since the destruction of my universes Earth and all it's inhabitants. Even the Ruin, in all it's Tentacled, gooey, evil horror paled in comparison to what you did. It is not the fault of the actors, but your faulty directing and even shittier writing." Her face loses it's dark look and just appears bored.
She plunges the knife toward Donuts face plate, ironically similar to what he did to Tex. "Please note that I take no pleasure from this, even though I should. And take solace that now you have a nice little fashion accessory for whoever encounters you next."
The Floran then pushes Donut toward a nearby garbage pile, not even looking to see if he was actually pushed or not, before turning to Lobo. "Honestly, that play was so horrible I feel like doing this doesn't even matter. I can't even be bothered to check if that actually killed him or was just mean words and some clothing destruction. I'm going to search the trash over that way." She gestures to the side, and loudly sighs, then heads over in that general direction and begins to rummage through the rubbish piles.
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[GeorgeTownRaja]

"Mr. Rabbit... Is that you?" Luffy asked as he could barely open his eyes to see him as he is still weak from the blood that he lost since his last fight against the two mercenaries.

Yet, he finds himself being carried by Lucky and the bandages are the ones that he noticed on his maimed arm that was blown off.

He gave out a confused expression on his face as he has no idea what it is going on at first but he remembered the first time he said to Lucky that he needed help with cleaning his wounds as it was infected.

"Am I... Still alive?" He asked in curiosity about his existence.

"Why are you carrying me?" He asked.

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[GeorgeTownRaja]

"Uh, you can let go of me now..." Raven said as she doesn't like being touched by someone as she is sensitive about it.

"How come are we still alive?" She asked Vitan.

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[PopcornPie]

Lucky began to feel cold. Was he reminiscing for too long? Did Luffy die long before he began to take his bandages off? Wait, no! The boy...clone...thing was moving! Now Lucky could finally get his answers, right? Nope, wrong. Luffy's first act upon reawakening was not tapping into memories, but asking if he was still alive. "...You didn't hear anything I said." Lucky moaned, shaking his head. "I'm not carrying you. I was just holding you up. We are still alive, laddie. I think." He looked down at the knee wound he'd sustained. "Not that I'd mind bein' dead at this point. Nothing left keeping me alive." He resumed his position next to Luffy, only on his back instead of his stomach. "It's ridiculous. I landed here expecting to be have entire pints of blood at me nubs, but I ended up thinkin' about what Lealan would want, and what would make Rex happy, and how I could protect Lana. For naught. And now look at us. You've lost an arm, I've lost me fire, we've all lost our homes. Toffee is laughing at us both. I think we're tryin' to rebuild society over there. Heard somethin' about a radio." He flicked his leg at the scavenging groups forming behind them. "I guess I'll do the same. Find a doe, start me own colony. Clone or not, I doubt anyone wants me around anymore. Things will just be goin' back to normal for me." He picked up on the sound of metal piles being dug through. "Well...As normal as I can go back to."

GeorgeTownRaja @AnyoneNearby

 

[Atomic Chucklenuts]

Rex side:

After being devoured by a huge explosion, Rex surprisingly wasn’t dead, but somehow ended in a deserted and destroyed wasteland. Rex awoke at last only to find out he wasn’t in the snow field area anymore. “Huh. Where am I? Aren’t I dead” Rex looked around his surroundings but only saw empty buildings, destroyed ruble, and alien looking spaceships in the sky. “How the heck am I ever find anyone in this place or get out of here at all.” He said disappointingly.

Sora’s side

“What the? I thought we were goners. What even is this place? Rex? Grif? Simmons? Lucky” Sora shouted the names of his friends and colleagues in hopes they were near by but unfortunately for Sora, he would find himself in a similar position to Rex as in he didn’t know where he was, where to go, or who to find in what place.

After an hour or two of searching, eventually Rex and Sora would find their way back to each other thanks to the bickering of Church, Grif, and Simmons. “You guys!” Sora shouted excitedly seeing that everybody is safe and sound “What a relief, a person with actual brains is here.” Rex commented, quietly bashing at the annoying arguing Grif, Simmons, and Church always seem to do.

The two later learn in they’re in the future. And are taking it quite nicely “WHAT! You’re telling me you planted a time machine in Lopez and we don’t even have a way back?” “Aw man, not again. I seriously hope we don’t have to fight an evil dictator who’s in control of the everything.” And thus, this leaves Sora, Rex, and the rest of the group to find, machines, radios or whatever to help them get out of here and back to the present.

I’ll help the guys look for radios and any other supplies that may help. You help fix the machines.” Said Sora as he took off with Sarge & Donut “This shouldn’t be a problem, I don’t need my Nanites for this. Although it’s gonna eat up a lot of my Time..” Rex said to himself confidently with a side of grief. As he was about to help Grif & Simmons with the warthog, Rex sees Lucky talking about him again whilst helping Luffy with his wounds. And frankly he would see how his old friend is doing rather then hear two idiots argue all day making him want to put a B.F.S through his head. “Well I say you’re already doing that just fine. Long time no see my fluffy eared buddy.”

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