Chapter XIII
GTM was panicking about the sudden disappearance of his weapon when suddenly a new title appeared in front of him. It was the B8UCA MELEE MAYHEM championship which he had won dubiously.
Maniac appeared in another firetruck and, upon seeing GTM with the title, was outraged. He drove it at GTM, but GTM was able to dodge out of the way into a gap between two houses. The firetruck careered off the road and exploded.
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KingBartz's Giant Phallus was certainly an interesting weapon. It seemed to be made of Iron, but it was not particularly heavy or difficult to wield. It was odd. Bartz shrugged, knowing he would have to-suddenly, he was knocked unconscious by me for having an FF5 username.
In the unconscious world Bartz met Bellis and Ayvuir, who had been sitting down with drinks. Ayvuir was occasionally mentally assaulted by me while there but mostly I got bored of it, allowing Ayvuir to enjoy his time unconscious. Bartz's arrival, however, shifted the dynamic of things entirely. Bellis stared at the Phallus wide-eyed.
"What the hell kind of weapon is that? What are you doing?" asked Bellis.
"Overcompensating," shrugged Bartz.
Bellis was about to talk more when suddenly he faded away. Bartz shrugged, and finished Bellis' drink for him. He began to talk to Ayvuir, but he did not prove particularly interesting conversation for the moment, because he was being mentally taunted by XIII with this: http://www.bbc.co.uk/sport/0/football/16884811
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Bellis woke up suddenly as he was pulled out of his slumber. He screamed, trying to remember the face of the man with the giant phallus, but the image was slipping from his memory like water from cupped hands.
He tried to knock himself out again, hitting his head on the wall, in order to return there. But he simply could not do it, because my plot power wouldn't let him. Bellis, now enraged, leapt from the second-story window of the room he had found himself in and began to look for somebody to take out his frustration on. He hated that he was stuck in this game armed only with a knife and he hated that he had been knocked unconscious by a metaphysical force only to be revived just when the unconsciousness got interesting.
He stormed around the street, looking for a sign of life.
Dante was also angry, so in a not-so-rare moment of plot convenience, they were in the same street. Dante and Bellis stared at each other, each getting progressively angrier when they saw that they were being out-angered by somebody else. A small amount of steam came out of Dante's ears, and he took that as his cue to charge Bellis. Bellis followed suit.
When they were about 5 yards apart Dante hurled his television set at Bellis and it hit him square in the head, knocking him out.
"Thanks!" said Bellis a split second before his vision faded once again.
He was in the unconscious world for only a couple of seconds, however, because I brought him back again, cursing Dante for throwing the TV so hard he actually briefly managed to overcome my plot power. But you don't write a chapter of my story without consequences so I was still not going to allow Bellis to stay there if it was where he wanted to be.
This caused Bellis to fly into such a state of madness that he literally mutated into "Mad Bellis". Dante, who thought he had killed Bellis and had turned away, was stunned to turn around and see an Ed Bellis who was now both rather larger than he was before, and also wearing a shirt that said "mad" on it. This was the last thing Dante saw that had any significance - he attempted a Brogue kick on Bellis but Bellis simply glared at Dante with such rage that Dante was cowed, and stopped mid-kick. Then Bellis stabbed him about eleven times and Dante was no more.
Bellis turned around, bloodlust overtaking him. He searched for somebody else to kill.
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