It wasn't the original song. In fact, it was sung a capella, not to mention totally off key.
"Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey hey, GOODBYE!"
It was louder this time, booming throughout the island's speaker system and shattering everything in its wake. The earsplitting chord of music was followed by audible laughter. First a light chuckle, the laughter quickly erupted into a full-on roar, followed by a couple sniffles -- the sound of a man trying to calm himself.
The sound of drinking could be heard over the system before the cup he was drinking from slammed onto the table with a thud and Danya let out a refreshed sigh. Apparently, things were going well for the big man orchestrating SOTF. He was in quite the chipper mood. He sat in his big, plush chair, with his feet propped up on his desk, ruffling through the papers containing data on the previous day of SOTF.
"My, my, my. I'm pleased, you vile little murderers. I must congratulate you. It's day eight, and the numbers are dwindling. Drastically. In fact, we're two days ahead of schedule! You're slaughtering one another MUCH faster than our last group of kids, and I've got to tell you, we're at no loss for some killer scenes. Get it? Killer? Bahaha."
"So, I suppose you want to know who killed who this time and all that jazz, right? Well, I suppose I can oblige. Paris Persphone -- that's right, the notorious Paris who we thought would be a big game motivator at the beginning -- he pussied out and killed himself at the beginning of the day. Pathetic, really. Next to die was Zilya Merchenkov. I've gotta say, this was a super cool scene. We got big ratings on this one. Zilya and John Davies -- who was, coincidentally, the next person to die -- got into a fight in the school's boiler room. Well, this and that happened and then... KABOOOOOOM!"
He paused for a minute to compose his laughter again.
"It blew up Zilya! It blew up John! It blew up Ali Grayston and Gregg Archer because they picked the wrong room to hide in! All in one glorious display of fireworks! Bahahahaha!"
"Moving right along, then..." he uttered after a moment, "Garry Dodd got killed by Damien Carter-Madison. The only good Dodd is a dead Dodd, I always say. Next to die was Andi Ayala. Peter used him and abused him, folks. For those of you who don't know, allow me to let you in on the latest island gossip. Apparently, Andi and Peter got off on the idea of screwing on the island. Hey, we don't mind here at Headquarters, that Grade A porno stuff sells like crazy, especially when the two people in it die horrible deaths at the end. Basically, they slept together, then Peter killed Andi. After that, Peter Rosenthal killed himself. Boo hoo, so sad."
"Next up was Felix Travertil. Man, this was one messed up scene. Seth Mattlock shot him, then Bryan Calvert kicked him off the roof and through the skylight, killing him. Now, I'm a fan of letting you guys suffer for as long as possible, but man, I gotta tell you, it was cool stuff. Anyway, then there was this big long heartfelt train of bullshit between Calvert and Seth, seeing as Seth was the big boss man and all that. Long story short, good ole' B.C. killed Seth Mattlock at his request. Such a kind, caring soul you are, Mr. Calvert."
Danya smirked.
"Next to die was Kayla Ravoy. This girl really was dumb. She showed up near the school where Matt Drew, Jana Brown, and Sera Wingfield were. Well, they told her to leave, and she refused. Why the hell would you refuse? Either way, Matt didn't take too kindly to this broad telling him no, and so Kayla made her way onto our list of the dead via a bullet to the head. Next up was Mr. Huy Tran, in a truly tragic and heartwrenching scene. I cried. Bahaha."
"They thought they could beat the game, but they couldn't even coexist with one another. Huy teamed up with Whitney Acosta, Ricky Callahan, and Anna Dibenidetti and barricaded themselves in a house. Basically, Huy decided to be a gentleman and go check on Anna in her sleep. Know what he got for his troubles? SLASH! An axe to the chest by Anna. Totally brutal. Anna boohooed for a while after that and then killed herself, making her the next person to die."
"Meanwhile, Damien Carter-Madison was off getting his final retribution against the only remaining bully on the island, Mr. Roland Kelly. It was quick and simple, and quite frankly, I was disappointed. Shooting him in the head, Damien? You should've made him die slowly... painfully. But, whatever. He's dead, and that's all that matters, eh?"
"Next down was Matt Drew... in quite the literal sense, too. Hehe. Let's just say that Sera Wingfield took him to heaven before she sent him to hell. Hey, she was good to the man. At least she just shot him in the head. He didn't even know she killed him, it was sort of sad. She didn't live too much longer after that, herself. She ran into Gail Smith outside the school building, the two exchanged words, yadda yadda, basically, Gail Smith and Sera Wingfield killed one another in a gunfight to the death."
"Next was Justin Moore, and I've got to tell you, this guy has the worst luck I've seen in my life. I'll give you the short version. He tripped on a knife, stabbed himself in the gut, stumbled around for a while, fell down a manhole, broke his neck, began drowning in sewer water, and then his collar detonated. How's THAT for karma? Hope nobody used a toilet lately, otherwise you helped kill him, you sick bastards. Hahaha."
"All right... the last three to die were Franco Sebberts, Blake Ross, and Horace Malcolm. Man, I don't know what happened in that building, but it must've been pretty bad. Somehow, the fools caused it to collapse, and they were all crushed by debris. That's a hell of a way to enter Endgame, eh? That's right, you heard me correctly. We're down to the final ten now. Only nine more people have to die, and one of you gets to go home. Isn't that wonderful, kids?"
"Now, since there are so few of you left, there's certainly no need for all this space, is there? From now on, there will be only three safe zones on the island. Those zones will be the park, the hospital, and the school. All other areas are permanent dangerzones and must be evacuated immediately. In other words, get the hell out before we blow your collars. Hahaha. Fight on, little warriors, and keep the slaughter going! You're almost home free!"
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The OOC Stuff:
Alrighty, there's not much to cover OOC, except for the rolled characters.
Tori Johnson.
Blake Ross.
Jana Brown.
Vesa Turunen.
Rob Adams.
The rolls were done before Blake died, so I put him in, even though he's already dead. There is a chatlog of these rolls and a list available if anyone else wishes to double-check them or anything. Anyway, YOU HAVE 72 HOURS TO BEGIN YOUR DEATH. IF YOU HAVE NOT BEGUN YOUR DEATH WITHIN 72 HOURS YOUR CHARACTER WILL BE KILLED OFF. YOU HAVE FIVE DAYS IN TOTAL TO COMPLETE YOUR DEATH. 11:59 PM CST ON AUGUST 6TH IS THE ABSOLUTE LAST THAT I WILL ACCEPT DEATHS FROM THE ORIGINAL HANDLERS. IF YOUR DEATH IS NOT COMPLETE BY THEN THEN YOU WILL HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO SAY-SO IN HOW YOUR CHARACTER DIES.
Okay?
