CHAPTER 9: Beware of Icebergs
Maria was sneaking around, hoping to avoid contact with anyone. She had already been seriously spooked when the bushes she was hiding in turned into a men's restroom inside of an empty fast food restaurant. Then, she had run across the street where there was a pawn shop, hoping to find a weapon, when the landscape turned back and she found herself t**s-deep in a pond.
She had found cover once again, but was puzzled that she had not yet been given a weapon. Suddenly, the landscape changed again. Maria now found herself on the lower deck of a collossal cruise ship. "Oh f*** me..." She muttered in frustration. "What ELSE could go wrong?!" Even more suddenly than the previous sudden event, a loud roaring cry rang out and Maria saw a massive winged monster flying directly toward her. Regretting her previous question, she made a desperate move... "What else could now suddenly go right? >_>"
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"Hmm, I suppose this DOES suit me..." thought Raka aloud, inspecting the cane he had been given. "Considering I'm an old man, just like my character in my own writing project! Still... a cane is not a particularly poweful weapon..." He swung the cane around. As he did so, he accidentally pressed a small button on it. He swung again... This time, most of the cane flew off and struck a tree, revealing a long, thin and previously concealed blade attached to the handle. "Aha! It's more than a cane! It's a cane sword! This will do nicely!" Said Raka cheerfully. He retrieved the other piece of the cane and slid the blade back into place.
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"Well... this is interesting," said Fire, looking at his weapon. It was an apparatus that one wore on one's back and it contained two large tanks, each with a hose and a nozzle-like section complete with trigger. "A flamethrower I understand... but a fire extinguisher too? Why would I need a fire extinguisher if my weapon is a flamethrower?" Asked Fire. "And if I'm going around putting out fires, why would I need a flamethrower?" He sighed.
"You'll want to be careful with that. You don't want to blow yourself up... or to have someone else blow you up..." Explained a voice behind Fire.
Fire whipped around to see a woman with a large, glimmering sword. "Julie Chen?" He asked, referring to the host of the American version of the television program Big Brother.
"What? No! My name is Naomi," said the woman.
Fire raised his flamethrower.
"Hey now, take it easy! I could have sneaked up behind you and killed you, but I didn't. I have some information that might be useful to you and I think it makes more sense to team up than try to fight each other," explained Naomi.
Fire lowered the nozzle cautiously, just as the thicket turned into a honeymoon suite in a cruise ship. "I'm listening..." he said, completely ignoring the change of scenery.
Naomi grinned. "There's no way he keeps changing the scenery on purpose. I don't even think this battle royale thing is permanent. For all we know, we could be back in that room next time the landscape shifts, without our weapons and no longer able to kill each other..."
"So?" Asked Fire.
"So killing everyone won't solve anything," continued Naomi. "If we get a solid group of people together, we can ensure our survival. Safety in numbers. Someone threatens us, we eliminate the threat... Otherwise, we just wait this out until we end up back in that room."
"What if we don't end up back in that room?" Asked Fire.
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ya right you are case the sunglasses have 3d so i can see right threw their clothes -ertyu
(about wearing sunglasses to stare at boobs without girls noticing)