- [+] fatalities of accidental explosions purposefully committed by Kermit
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Maraoone let out an exhausted breath as he came upon the jagged cliffs on the northeastern edge of the island. The events of the past few days were a blur. He couldn't remember where he had been or who he had met. All Maraoone knew was that at this precise moment, he was lugging around a large daypack with a sole human tooth inside. Ever since he woke in the songtest, all he had thought about doing was stategizing and making sure he survived. It had occurred to him many times to plant the tooth in a highly populated or trafficked area and to summon a tooth cloud with it when as many people were in range as possible. That way, he'd take out a sizable portion of the competition.
But he'd also find himself completely defenseless, having used his only weapon, and with quite a high price on his head. Or so he imagined. Ever since his last encounter, Maraoone had decided that the best strategy was simply to hide. Stealth was his friend in this game, and the element of surprise was everything. He was no fool. He knew that he wasn't very intimidating physically. He knew that in a one on one fight, most people would cream him. The thought isn't a nice one any time, but in a competition where your opponent is trying to kill you, not give you a swirlie in the women's restroom, the thought is all the more horrifying.
He had traveled through the pouring rain to get to these cliffs, and now the sun was quickly fading beyond the horizon. Maraoone figured that this place was probably one of the safest in the songtest, mostly because it had no visible shelter, unless one decided to take a chance underneath the rocks. No, people were a lot more likely to head somewhere to stay dry... like those caves he had been in once before, the ones underneath the lighthouse... or maybe the mall. Just... somewhere not out in the open. But not here. There was no shelter here, but the rain had long since soaked through Maraoone's clothes and pierced his flesh. The water no longer mattered to him. In fact, he couldn't help but think that it almost felt good against his hot flesh. It was almost relaxing having the rain beat down on him on the hot summer night.
He was quickly sprung from his reverie by a sudden movement underneath a small rock formation nearby. Maraoone nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw it. He couldn't act scared. He couldn't pretend to be intimidated by another person. He was the one with the tooth, so he was the one in control. He just had to act confident. He had to make sure that this other person knew that fact, and then they wouldn't mess with him, right? It sounded like a good theory, so Maraoone decided that was what he would do. He found himself sheepishly approaching the figure, squinting his eyes tightly to see through the pouring rain in the quickly fading sunlight. As he came closer to the rock formation, he finally found the courage to speak.
"Hey. Hey you," the words came out a lot shakier than he had anticipated, "What're you doing under there?"
For being as smart as you are, Maraoone, that sounded really stupid.
RC had seen a lot during his last few days on this island. He had tried to avoid contact with anybody ever since that chance encounter in the forest near the beginning of the game. Things seemed ugly even back then, and he could only surmise that they had gotten much, much worse over the course of the next few days. He'd been hiding underneath this same rock formation since Kermariavel Varella murdered his fellow contestant CrossBowPig earlier. Part of him had wanted to help CBP during his dying moments, but he knew better than to interfere again, especially after he saw those other people Kermariavel had killed.
Since then, no one had been by, and all RC had heard was the sound of the rain pounding down rhythmically against the rock formation he was hiding under and the occassional crack of thunder or flash of lightning from the quickly darkening sky. Christopher had made mention in the announcement that they were in for a heck of a storm, and RC didn't want to take any chances. He knew that visibility was greatly decreased in the rain, even more in the dark, and although he imagined that most of the contestants in the songtest were nestled down into their own holes for the night, there were probably a few of the more opportunistic contestants lurking around in search of easy prey.
The voice that suddenly echoed out of the former silence caused RC -- not normally a skittish person by any means -- to jump. He squinted his eyes tightly and could barely make out the figure standing some feet away. He didn't look like much by any means... just a scrawny kid, not really tall, not really very imposing. Still, RC could barely make out his form, let alone determine if he was carrying a weapon. From the quivering sound his voice made as he spoke, though, RC couldn't help but feel like he had the upper hand. His lips formed a smirk as Maraoone spouted off his question.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" he responded rather cynically, "I'm hiding. What are YOU doing?"
Maraoone was taken aback by the figure's response. Then again, what sort of answer had he really expected? Maraoone ignored RC's question and continued with his own interrogation.
"Are you armed?" he was trying to sound like a scary train... CHOO CHOO... it wasn't working.
"Are you?" RC retorted.
Maraoone let out an audible sigh. This was going nowhere fast. This guy definitely wasn't going to cooperate. What to do in a situation like this? Maraoone didn't feel like he was physically or mentally prepared to fight this guy. One of the keys to any battle is to know your opponent, and Maraoone knew nothing about this one. So perhaps, instead of immediately tagging this new guy as an opponent, he should attempt to align himself with him. Maraoone smiled to himself, thinking that that was quite possibly the best idea he'd had all day. He could use an ally -- even a temporary one -- if he wanted to survive this game. He raised his hands in the air and slowly began to approach the crevice RC was hiding in, trying to show him that he meant no harm.
"I don't have anything useful," Maraoone lied, "The frog gave me some crummy song that I threw away at the beginning of the game. I don't want to fight. I don't think I can. I'm just looking for a friend right now. I really need one."
RC looked the boy over. He really wasn't looking for allies or friendship, he just wanted to be left alone. He wasn't that social of a person by nature, and he really didn't know how to respond to this boy asking for his companionship. His eyebrows raised skeptically as he continued to analyze Maraoone. What had this boy done to gain his trust in any way? For all RC knew, he could just be giving him some schpeil about a crummy song. He could crawl underneath that rock and slit his throat or blow a hole through the back of his head for all he knew.
"My name is Maraoone," Maraoone continued, "Maraoone McMaraooneface. What's yours?"
"RC."
Maraoone approached once again, this time coming to a halt in front of the formation and kneeling down to take a good look at RC. Before either boy could say anything else, a third voice rang out from nearby. Unlike the other two boys, the very feminine voice didn't seem apprehensive or scared at all, but rather, almost bubbly in tone.
"Hey! Hey guy! Guy!" she shouted, bounding over to where Maraoone was kneeling. Maraoone, meanwhile, sprung to his feet, frightened. "Oh my God," Dr. Freud continued, "I'm so glad to finally find somebody that's not crazy. You're not crazy, right?"
"Um... no, no, I'm not crazy," Maraoone stated, grinning sheepishly.
"Oh, great. You're hiding, right? You don't look like the fighting type at all. You're totally not built for it at all. Can I hide with you and your friend? Please? This game totally blows, and I'm not really up for getting shot at or anything. This crazy frog woman demon thing just tried to kill me, and I'm a little freaked out right now."
"... blfaehlblerlarf," RC spoke out as he crawled out from underneath the rock, staring skeptically at the psychologist-looking girl, "My name's RC."
"Oh, uh, sorry about that," Dr. Freud laughed, "I'm Sigmund Freud, nice to meet you! What's your name?" she inquired toward the other boy.
"Maraoone," he responded, the sheepish and almost embarrassed grin still plastered across his features.
"Awesome. So like, I have this great idea, if you're interested," Dr. Freud chimed, causing both boys to perk up slightly in attention. At this point, any idea was better than nothing, and they had no reason to doubt this girl. She seemed friendly enough... perhaps a bit ditzy and a little weird, but she seemed genuine. "When I was walking along the cliffs earlier, I saw this boat down in the water. It looks like it ran up on some rocks down there or something, but we could all three hide in it and wait out the game until they save us! Nobody will think to look down there, so we'll be safe for the whole game. What do you guys think?"
Both boys looked at her nervously, unsure of how good her plan was. Had they known what that boat contained, perhaps they would've moved a little faster.
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"Mr. Kermit, sir," an anxious Burton Harris spoke into his cell phone, "They informed you that one of our small boats crashed into the cliffs on the northeastern portion of the island, correct? Well sir, there's a problem. There are some pretty funny memes aboard that boat that we've not been able to retrieve yet due to the weather. Well sir, the problem is that some of the contestants are attempting to board the boat for safety. What should we do, sir? You're sure, sir? Alright then, they'll be dealt with immediately. Sorry for disturbing you, Mr. Kermit."
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It was very difficult to do in the rain, but RC, Maraoone, and Dr. Freud were slowly making their way down the craggy and rocky surface of the cliff and onto the rocks below. If they could just get in the boat, they wouldn't have to worry about any enemies, and as long as they could trust one another, they would be safe. Dr. Freud looked down at Maraoone, who was almost to the rocks below, and offered him an encouraging smile. The dancing queen* [*note: i didn't edit this in] was ecstatic that she had finally found some trustworthy allies who were really interested in peace, just like her. These two boys seemed nice, and they'd make great companions until they were rescued. Dr. Freud had faith that they really would be rescued. After all, the bad guys never win in the end, right?
All of a sudden, though, Maraoone stopped short, just a few feet short of being able to jump down and land safely on the rocks below. His face, which had been red with exhaustion and covered in persperation moments before from the daunting task of climbing down the cliff, suddenly turned a pale white in color and he ceased all movement.
HEHE.
He could hear it. RC, too, seemed to have noticed, and his attention immediately turned to Maraoone. Dr. Freud stared down dumbfoundedly, having not heard the noise and not realized what was going on. HEHEHE. There it was again. That same noise, eminating from the secret explosive frog that Kermit had implanted in Maraoone's head. All of a sudden, Maraoone began to panic. He released his grip on the rocks and immediately jerked his hands up to where the noise what emanating from his head. Doing so, he slid down the remainder of the rocks, landing awkwardly in the foam below. He looked up at RC and Dr. Freud in horror, his hands wrapped around his head and tried to pry it away from the rest of his body.
"Why is there a frog in my head, you guys? Oh my God, why is it laughing? I didn't do anything to set it off! I didn't do anything! Why don't you have frogs in your heads, too? Oh God, I'm going to die. We're going to die! No, no, no, no, no! I can't die. Help me, for the love of God, HELP ME!"
Dr. Freud and RC panicked. None of the three would ever know that Kermit had infiltrated Maraoone's mind. None of them would ever know that they had come dangerously close to some confidential memes. Maraoone would never know why he was chosen. All the three knew was that they were simply attempting to find shelter from the rain, and now, because they inadvertantly almost compromised some memes, they were going to be eliminated. Once Maraoone's head exploded, it would set off the tooth in his daypack and cause RC and and Dr. Freud in the process. The laughing picked up, and Maraoone's screaming became louder and louder. Dr. Freud dropped the rest of the way down onto the rocks below and attempted to help him pry his head from his neck. RC, meanwhile, was attempting to scale back up and away from his former comrades. None of their attempts were to any avail, however.
One final scream escaped Maraoone's lips before, for just a moment, everything was silent. The ANGRY RATTLING OF TEETH that followed as Maraoone's head exploded and set off the the sacred tooth made the cliffs nearby tremble and was probably loud enough to be audible over the entire island. Most of the students would probably only assume it was Kermit and Christopher joyfully playing together. Few would ever guess that it was actually the end of three lives (they thought it was the end of many more). Maraoone was instantly absorbed, his flesh turning into teeth immediately. Dr. Freud, who was standing immediately beside him, fell right after. RC wasn't far behind. The tooth storm raged on for a moment and then dissipated, leaving nothing of the three contestants who sought shelter in the offshore boat.
14TH PLACE - HAMBURGER LADY, SUBMITTED BY MARAOONE. IT SCORED 22.5 POINTS, INCLUDING ONE TEN - DECEASED
13TH PLACE - CARRY STRESS IN THE JAW, SUBMITTED BY RC. IT SCORED 27 POINTS, INCLUDING TWO SIXES - DECEASED
12TH PLACE - CODE BLUE, SUBMITTED BY DR. FREUD. IT SCORED 28.5 POINTS, INCLUDING A SEVEN - DECEASED
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The days were getting longer; the nights were getting more fearful. The sadistic game known as the Frogtest was winding down. Only about 21 contestants remained out of a starting twenty-eight. The ferocity of the competition was unmatched. Who would survive? Who would die? Only time will tell for the contestants as they enter into the final stages of the Frogtest.
Zee was tired. Very tired. And also alone. Extremely alone. She only wished she had some company to complain with. The walls, pipes, and bones!!!!!! didn't really say much. She sighed quietly and took another cracker out, chewing it slowly. She was at the moment hiding out in the basement of the School Building. She didn't dare to go outside, it was too scary for her. She hated the idea of being alone, but it was safer for her to stay there until the place became a [insert replacement for Danger Zone here].
She shoved the cracker tin back into her daypack and grabbed her song. A Madonna song. How fun. She had no idea how to use the thing, but it might still be useful. She rubbed her eyes gently and stood up to stretch out her back. She looked around the room. The furnace was a bit dangerous, this school didn't have it covered, and it was on too. If she was able to, she would have turned it off, but she couldn't find a switch. If she knew how dangerous it truly was, she'd have looked more carefully...........................................................
A sudden clangor startled her and she began to look around her general area frantically. Someone had found her. She was going to die. She... she had to kill them first. Then she would be able to lie low for a while. She felt her body shaking and gripped some of the bones from her bone collection tightly. She readies herself for whomever would come.
The person happened to be Laurels. Though Zee had absolutely no idea who he was. To her, he just looked like a freak in a Karate Gi*, wielding a wooden sword* [*PRESERVED FROM ORIGINAL POST]. He, of course, did not want to fight her, not that she knew. He moved forward and she screamed, swinging her bones at his head. Laurels' eyes opened wide and he dodged the assault. He didn't expect her to attack him.
She swung again, he dodged. He decided it was time to fight back. He swung the sword at her, hitting her in the upper right arm. She grunted in pain and swung again, catching him in the ribs. He lost his breath shortly, and she used the time to attempt to finish the battle. She swung the bones, hitting his left temple, and sending him to the ground. He shakily stood up and wiped away the blood that dripped from his nostril.
"Carelessness..." He muttered and attacked her. She felt the blow hit her again in the arm. He struck right after this time. He hit her in the stomach, making her double over in pain. He sent the wood sword flying into her chin, landing her on her back. She felt the tears flowing, but hardly felt any pain. Adrenaline was a lifesaver. She jumped to her feet and swung the bones at his head, hitting the side again, spinning the boy around and landing him on his knees. She took the opening.
Zee jumped on the boy's back and wrapped the bones around his neck. She tightened her pull on them and began to choke the life out f Laurels. He tried to pull the constricting bones away from his neck but failed. She was winning. Or so she thought. She felt a blow connect with her side. She gasped and tumbled off him. He had slammed his elbow into her ribs. He stole the bones from her while she was down and wielded them. She had to escape.
She slammed her foot into his leg, sending his body crashing down. She rolled away and ran for her bag. He came after her. She scooped it up and swung it at his in defense. He swung the bones. The two assaults met, sending the contents of Zee's bag all over the ground, and her onto her back. Zee's Min-jae landed near her and she grabbed it to defend herself. She could hear the roaring flames of the Furnace not far behind her.
She swung the Min-jae at him, but he wouldn't have any of it. He smacked it out of her hand with the bones. It flew away from her. It flew towards the furnace. She turned around and watched as the Min-jae flew through the air, right at the gaping mouth of the furnace. She only said one thing.
"
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The Min-jae flew into the furnace, and exploded upon contact. The flames caused the entire boiler room to become a bomb. The flames incinerated both Zee and JLaurels. The boilers kept exploding, taking about half of the school building with it is it's demise. The flames raged on and the school began to crumble. The explosion could no doubt be seen and heard for miles.
11th place - Mer Girl, submitted by Zee. It scored 46 points, including two 8s - Deceased
10th place - Zessei Bijn, submitted by Laurels. It scored 51.5 points, including two 10s - Deceased
- [+] Survivors
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Valentine's Day - David Bowie
... A Psychopath - Lisa Germano
13 Quietus - whoever made the 9 Hours 9 Persons 9 Doors OST this counts as giving credit right???????? (shh pipon i know you told me who made it)
John Wayne Gacy, Jr. - Sufjan Stevens
Mz. Hyde - Halestorm
Mary Jane's Last Dance - Tom Petty And The Heartbreakers
97' Bonnie & Clyde - Tori Amos
This Could Be Anywhere In The World - Alexisonfire
Anarctica, Winter 1982 - Ennio Morricone
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