Poll of the Day > PotD Battle Royale Season 3. Official topic

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put me in the next game please.
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@thecolorgreen

I got you fam
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Mead posted...

@thecolorgreen

I got you fam

no homo
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Maddest sack is next
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Sign me up for the next one, I might as well hear a likely embarrassing story of an alternate me. :P
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thecolorgreen posted...

Mead posted...

@thecolorgreen

I got you fam

no homo

His spear grew when he knew you were near, but he saw you were injured he decided against penetrating you.
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Still a great story, and I volunteer to be in the first Lunar Moon mission too, so please sign me up Scotty!

*nods*

If possible, I wish to have another go, too.
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Yesterday was stressful, was hoping to update. Will do one tonight after watching the conclusion of Samurai Jack.
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Sorry you had a bad day.
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The Feast

A voice comes from deep within the jungle stirring all of the tributes from their rest. “Congratulations on making it this far,” the voice announced. “Tonight is the feast. There is a new cornucopia in this lower jungle hidden deep within. It is stocked with gear, food and new weapons. All you have to do is find it, good luck.” The voice fades away as ominously as it first appeared. It was still the middle of the night and the jungle was pitch black in its interior, and a noticeable cloud of mist was covering the lower basin where all the remaining tributes now reside. The voice sounded disembodied and inhuman, almost as though the jungle itself was speaking to them. It sent shivers down the spines of the tributes and filled them with a sense of dread.

George Washington stood up from the tree where he had been sitting and contemplating his failures. The voice seemed to speak to him on a visceral level, he felt as though the new cornucopia was meant for him and he would use its contents to obtain his goals. Driven entirely by instinct Washington knew exactly where to go. He took off running into the blackness of the jungle.

Larry was intrigued by the announcement. He had already traveled some distance into this new jungle and he could definitely use a proper set of clothes. He decided that he would get up from his rest and attempt to find this new cornucopia and make use of the spoils it had to offer.

Mead was resting against the rocks. He was exhausted from doing his best to patch Green up. He had a giant laceration in the top of his head that took hours to stop bleeding. He kept drifting in and out of consciousness and Mead was doing his best to keep him awake to prevent his brain from shutting off from the massive concussion he must have suffered. Mead had been at it all night and was starting to feel exhausted. He let out a yawn and he heard Green weakly say, “water.” He looked down and Green was just barely lifting his head in his direction. Mead couldn’t deny him such a request so he took off towards a nearby spring promising to return soon with fresh water. He didn’t want to leave Green alone, but there was no way he was capable of travel and he would certainly need water if he were to survive in his current state.

MrMelodramatic woke up on the shore of the deep pond. He remembered seeing the smiling face of Tardis looking down at him before he passed out, but now he found himself to be alone. He slowly got up to his feet. He felt faint as he stood. His vision was blurred heavily and he had no idea where he was. Once he gained his composure he decided to walk to the west along the sheer cliff to see if he could find some food. He stumbled around for hours, barely able to see anything in the darkness of the night. He eventually came to a clear area surrounded by large stone. He heard the sound of strained breathing and he looked down to see Green laying next to a rock. He had a gash on his head and he looked like he was barely holding onto life. Melo tried to talk to him, but Green could just stared at him blankly. Melo smacked him across the face and reminded him how he saved his life and now he was going to return the favor. He grabbed hold of Green and lifted him up supporting his weight on his good shoulder. He would take him back to the pond so that he could get a drink. As he lifted Green up he saw the revolver sticking out of the back of his pants. Melo grabbed the gun in order to protect them as they traveled.
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Just as Melo was starting to slowly shimmy away with Green Mead returned with water. He called out telling Melo, not to move him or he could make his injury worse. Melo could barely hear the words that Mead was yelling out to him, he just turned around and noticed the intruder. He immediately placed the blame on him for Green's injuries. Melo slowly lowered Green back to the ground and he turned to face Mead. He scowled as he looked Mead in the face. Mead was still trying to explain that he had been trying to help Green, but Melo was still heavily disoriented from nearly drowning hours before and was operating purely on instinct. He pulled out the gun and pointed it at Mead. He yelled at him for harming his friend. Mead reached for his spear but before he could get his hand on it Melo pulled the trigger. A deafening bang rang out through the arena as Mead was shot in the abdomen. He fell to his knees in pain and clutched at the wound as blood oozed forth. Melo was going to finish him off quick. He took a few steps forward and pointed the muzzle of the gun just inches from Mead’s face. Helpless Mead flinched as Melo pulled back on the hammer and pulled the trigger once again. Just a click. The gun had finally run out of bullets. Wasting no time Mead stumbled up towards Melo and grabbed for him while simultaneously twisting the handle on his spear. Melo was still dumbfounded by his gun not working as the silver spear launched forward and plunged straight through his ribcage. Melo let out a hollow moan as his vital organs bled profusely. The tip of the spear was sticking out of the back of his ribcage, Mead had managed to skewer Melo’s entire body. Melo fell to the ground and using the last of strength Mead ripped the spear out of his body. Bones cracked and blood sprayed upward in a fountain as Melo was released. Mead was breathing heavily. The bullet hadn’t hit any vital organs, but he could easily bleed out if he didn’t get treatment immediately. He took a heavy drink from his canteen and tossed the rest of the bottle over to Green who was laying completely oblivious to everything that had just happened. Mead retracted his spear and slumped off into the jungle to try to find a way to stop his bleeding.

Tardis had heard the gunshot and started heading the way that it came from to investigate. He had been gathering fruit so that his new friend could have something to eat when he woke up from his nap. He ran past the pool first and found that Melo was no longer there, suddenly concerned he dropped the fruit and ran to the direction that he had heard the gunshot come from.

Green had come to his senses enough to drink some of the water that Mead had tossed toward him. He watched the battle unfold between his two companions but he was helpless to stop them. He couldn’t even speak in the state that he was in. The water gave him strength though. He was just sad that Melo had to die over a misunderstanding and he had no idea if Mead was going to be able to survive the wound he had just taken. He used all of his strength to get up to a sitting position. His head was throbbing and his vision was hazy and kept spotting up whenever he moved his head to quickly. He just submitted to staying still and drinking the water until morning when someone else arrived in the clearing.

Tardis stepped on top of a high rock and looked down into the clearing. There he saw Melo eviscerated and soaked in blood. He was immediately stricken with rage. He jumped down and took notice of Green sitting against a rock. Tardis assumed that Green had killed Melo and ran straight at him. Tardis launched a powerful kick into Green’s already injured head. Defenseless Green fell to his side. He was too weak to explain what had actually happened and at the same time he wasn’t sure if Tardis would be able to comprehend him.
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As Tardis moved in on him he kept rambling on nonsensically and grunting like an animal. Tardis grabbed Green by the collar of his shirt and began to drag him away from the clearing. Green tried his best to struggle free but his head was pounding and Tardis was acting like a ravenous animal. After several minutes Tardis dragged Green all the way to the pond. He laughed maniacally as he dragged him into the water. Green thrashed and struggled but it was no use, he had no strength to fight back. Every time he would come up for air Tardis would just toss his head back into the water and laugh. This went on for several minutes, Tardis just seemed to be playing with him, letting him barely hold onto his life as he was able to get a fresh breath of air every few moments.

“That’s cute and all, but you’re doing it wrong,” a voice from behind called out. Tardis looked over confused to see Smoke standing on the shore smiling as he watched the display. “If you really want to drown someone you gotta keep them under the water, you idiot.” Smoke walked into the pool and stepped directly onto Green’s neck, putting a massive amount of pressure on his throat and holding his head underwater. Bubbles flew to the surface as Green thrashed and screamed, but after a few moments his struggling stopped and his limbs floated up limp and lifeless. “Don’t worry buddy, you’ll get the hang of it,” Smoke said to Tardis giving him a hard pat on the back. Tardis barely responded as Smoke walked off into the trees and disappeared in the darkness.

Larry had been cutting a path through the thick underbrush but felt like he was making no progress toward finding this new cornucopia. In the dark everything in this jungle looked the same and he had no idea if he was even heading in the right direction. He cut through some thick palms and found himself in a grassy clearing. The moon barely illuminated the area through the thick cloud of mist hanging over the trees. Larry began to walk through the clearing hoping that it would open up to some type of path that he could take that would lead to the cornucopia. As he walked deeper into the clearing he got a strange feeling that he wasn’t alone. He stopped walking for a moment and he could make out heavy breathing. At first he thought it was just one creature breathing, but upon further inspection he found himself to be surrounded by sleeping gorillas. They snorted loudly but did not seem to wake up. Carefully Larry backtracked to where he had enter the clearing doing his best to stay silent so as not to disturb the beasts. He couldn’t believe that he hadn’t noticed them before, there had to be at least a dozen of them and they were all snoring rather loudly. Larry reached the path that he had cut through the brush and breathed a sigh of relief. After taking a few steps back in the woods he took off running suddenly filled with a rush of fear from the danger he had just escaped.

After several minutes of running Larry stopped and hunched over trying to catch his breath. He wiped the sweat from his brow when he heard a branch up above him crack. He looked up just in time to see a massive gorilla come dropping to the ground straight towards him. He dove out of the way as the mighty beast crashed to the ground. It got up and let out a loud shriek before pounding its chest and taking off running toward Larry. Larry pulled out his sword and started swinging at the ape wildly. The gorilla threw out its arm, taking a slice from the blade, but it still carried enough force to send Larry fly back onto the ground. Larry coughed from the massive hit. This gorilla seemed larger than the ones that had been sleeping, this must be the alpha, and he did not approve of Larry trespassing on their territory. He caught his breath and prepared forthe ape to charge him once again.
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His opponent had the advantage of strength but he at least had a weapon. The gorilla shouted out and charged on all fours. Larry attempted to jump to the side and swing at it, but the ape was too fast as Larry spun in midair the gorilla slapped him with an open palm sending him reeling back. As he tried to catch his breath he knew that he would need to try a different approach if he was going to survive this encounter. Taking the offensive Larry charged toward the gorilla as it pounded on its chest. The ape threw dirt in the air but Larry thrust his scimitar forward and cut the gorilla deeply on its arm. It shrieked out in pain and Larry used this opportunity to strike. He moved in close and sliced the apes other arm. As the gorilla opened up to try to swipe Larry away he thrust his sword into the gorillas gut. The animal screamed out in pain and tried to rush Larry, but in doing so it just imbedded the blade further into itself. As the gorilla slowed down from its injuries, Larry slashed the blade through its impaled body cutting open its chest and leaving the mighty ape dead. Exhausted and beaten Larry decided that he had had enough exploring for one night and submitted to letting the other tributes look for the cornucopia.

George Washington was getting close to his goal, he could feel it. The jungle called to him. In the distance he could make out the sounds of heavy drums drawing him in. He followed the sound and eventually came to an area that was lit with torches sticking up from the ground. Smiling with his large wooden teeth Washington knew that he had found his way. As he walked the sound of the drums grew louder and louder. Soon he saw more torches getting closer together as he went. He continued along the lit path and off to the sides behind the torches he could see totems carved out of wood depicting great beasts and terrible monsters. He pulled a torch from the ground and held it out so he could see things more clearly. The totems became more frequent as he walked. He eventually was led into a stone corridor with withered carvings covering it. As he passed through he looked to either side and saw skeletons, lining the stone. Their bones had been picked clean by the jungle creatures and there was no way of telling how long they have been here. He wasn’t deterred, he knew his goal lied ahead. The drumming was louder now, almost deafening. As he exited the corridor he emerged in a large clearing and in the very center of it was a large stepped pyramid reaching high above the trees. He took a deep breath and approached the ancient building. It was intricately carved with images of serpents and birds. He didn’t hesitate. He walked up the stairs leading to the top of the pyramid. Leading to his destiny.

He reached the top and could see a path leading through to the other side. Torches hung from the sides of the walls lighting his path as he approached the other end of the pyramid. As he walked forward he was greeted by six men. They were short in stature and had painted faces. They wore strange robes, but they were very excited to see him. He was calm as the sounds of the drums drowned out all other senses. They led him to the back side of the pyramid where he found himself over looking a village of these people. Most of them were naked or barely clothed, but when they saw Washington they jumped up and down and cheered wildly. He could finally see the large drums that had led him here. The men that had led him put a rope over his shoulders that was similar to their own and the crowd screamed even wilder. “This will be my army,” Washington thought. “I have been led to the people that will help me end the tyranny of our government.” He held up his hands signaling the crowd that he believed in them. He was mesmerized by the enthusiasm of this tribe.
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He thought of how weak the other tributes had been, barely able to get a meal out of his jungle, meanwhile these people were living here and thriving. As he savored the moment the six men that were surrounding him began to chant. Washington had no idea of what language they spoke or how he would direct orders to them, but he knew that he would find a way. As the chanting continued Washington felt compelled to drop to his knees. The crowd shouted and Washington smiled as he placed his head down on a large stone slate covered in deep scratches. As the cheers of the crowd, chanting of the elders and the banging of the drums filled him with a sense of elation as a ceremonial blade swung down and severed Washington’s head from his shoulders. His head bounced down the stepped pyramid leaving a splatter of blood with each landing. The crowd began chanting along with the elders as they took a knife and cut his heart out from his chest. The elders each took a bite from the heart then they tossed the remains of Washington’s body down to the crowd below. The people of the tribe swarmed the corpse tearing it to pieces and consuming Washington’s flesh raw. They drumming continued as the people danced covered in the blood of their sacrifice. Washington’s head was gathered and placed on a spike in the town center. His wooden teeth covered in blood nearly falling out of his face. The people of the tribe rejoiced. They would have a bountiful season thanks to the power of their sacrificial rites.

Proceed.
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Looks like there'll be an actual poster to win this time.
I hope it's not SmokeMassTree.
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I literally just had a dream irl that I got shot in the stomach. Never had a dream like it before and I even talked to my wife about it before reading the update in this topic.

Fuckin weird man
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drowning isnt so bad i guess
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Mead posted...

I literally just had a dream irl that I got shot in the stomach. Never had a dream like it before and I even talked to my wife about it before reading the update in this topic.

Fuckin weird man

Seems I have found a way to access your subconscious mind. I'm sure there's some way to turn this to my advantage.
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No, George Washington! Where was the Secret Service when he needed them?!

Archmage007 posted...

No, George Washington! Where was the Secret Service when he needed them?!

Not in existence at the time of his presidency; if I am remembering correctly.
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Melon_Master posted...

Archmage007 posted...

No, George Washington! Where was the Secret Service when he needed them?!

Not in existence at the time of his presidency; if I am remembering correctly.

Yeah it wasn't a thing until President Grant formed it after that big mechanical spider attacked
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Mead posted...

Melon_Master posted...

Archmage007 posted...

No, George Washington! Where was the Secret Service when he needed them?!

Not in existence at the time of his presidency; if I am remembering correctly.

Yeah it wasn't a thing until President Grant formed it after that big mechanical spider attacked

Not existing isn't a good enough excuse! They still should have found a way to protect him, maybe with time travel.
And are you sure it was a mech spider? I thought it was an attack by Dark Gundams...

I'm a fucking savage. Just caught up on my adventure.

Slight disappointment not seeing a cat fight between my girls, but it's better this way.
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Day 4

Mead ran between the trees gripping his bleeding abdomen throughout the remainder of the night. Finally after what seemed like an eternity the sun rose and light beamed down through the trees allowing him to look for anything that might ease his pain. He clutched his gut hard as he stumbled about aimlessly. His head throbbed and he was starting to feel delirious and he was completely unaware that he was being tracked close by.

Tardis had started following the blood trail when he went back to visit the site of MrMelo’s death. Someone was injured and he was prepared to take full advantage of their disability. He was finally after several days starting to feel clear minded once again. He still couldn’t remember what happened to him in that cave but he was aware of how strangely he had been acting. He was amazed that he hadn’t died of dehydration in that state of mind, but his instincts seemed like they had his best interests in mind. After examining the corpse of Melo Tardis decided that he would need to craft a weapon seeing as whoever did this to him must be well armed. He spent a few minutes making a crude spear by sharpening a strong tree branch and entered the jungle following the trail of blood. He did his best to stay silent so he could have the advantage when the confrontation began.

After some time Mead came upon a strange looking plant that was oozing a clear liquid. He touched it and it seemed to be very similar to aloe, it seemed to have a soothing effect on his skin. He nervously took the liquid and covered his wound with it. He let out a yell as it burned on contact, but after a few moments it started to cool and the pain was relieved. He figured that this was the best that he was going to get for now. He gathered some thick palm leaves and did his best to tightly wrap them around the wound. Between this and the blood stained leaves that have been clung to his arm since he fought Koga, he was beginning to look like he was turning into a some type of forest elemental. The image of Swamp Thing entered his mind and he let out a smile thanks to the fond memory. Just as he was starting to feel better and get a move on he heard heavy footsteps coming straight for him. He looked up as a stick was hurling towards him.

Mead managed to sidestep the roughly sharpened stick and it bounced harmlessly against a tree. He looked up to see Tardis staring in his direction, obviously mad that he had missed with his throw. Mead took out his silver spear and gave it a twist revealing the giant shining weapon. Tardis immediately regretted his decisions and started to run off in the direction that he had come. Mead started to run too acting as though he was going to throw his spear when he was struck by a deep pain from his gunshot wound. He had moved too fast and didn’t give it time to heal. Tardis disappeared into the trees, Mead could have tried to throw the spear and take him out, but he didn’t want to risk missing and giving away his weapon. He was now on guard knowing that Tardis was nearby in the jungle and he started to devise how he could get the drop on him next time they met.
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Larry had a great fire going. He had been feasting throughout the night on the cooked meat of the gorilla that he killed. Definitely not the best tasting meat that he had ever eaten, but it was the most suitable meal he’s had since entering this damn jungle. As he cut the meat from the gorilla to save for later he managed to cut off most of its skin and was hanging it to dry. Using his scimitar he scraped the remains of the gorilla from the skin and prepared to make himself some fresh clothes with his prized kill. The pants that he had made the day before were already falling apart and were chafing him pretty badly. He thought that the gorilla skin might be hot, but its thick hide might add some protection to him and smell would certainly deter some of the other wildlife. After several hours he managed to stitch together a decent outfit complete with pants and jacket made from the giant apes flesh. He even left the skin from its head on the jacket so that he could use it as a hood. He cringed from the smell as he put it on and tightened it to his skins with straps made from vines, but he was also quite pleased by how resourceful he was. He let out a chuckle as he threw the skinned head over his face and started beating his chest like an ape. In the distance he was being watched by SmokeMassTree who was quite fascinated by Larry’s process. After watching his nonsense Smoke decided to leave Larry alone, thinking that he should allow him to finish his monkey suit because it would be all the more hilarious when he murdered him. He slipped away into the trees completely unnoticed by Larry.

After Larry had his fun in his new suit he gathered up the extra meat and put it in a sack that he made from excess gorilla skin. He heaved the meat over his shoulder and kicked dirt onto his fire until it was nothing but embers. He went off into the forest hoping to locate that cornucopia that was announced to be around somewhere the night before. Larry walked through the jungle for hours carrying the heavy load of meat and sweating profusely inside of the gorillas skin. He considered taking his new outfit off and saving it for night when he heard something approaching him fast. He dropped the sack of meat and drew his sword ready to attack whatever came his way. He pulled the gorillas face hood over his head to show whoever it was that he wasn’t fucking around. He waited anxiously as the sound of the approach grew louder, there were multiple creatures heading towards him, and they were large. He looked around and in the surrounding trees he noticed gorillas starting to appear and they were looking straight at him. He held up his sword, determined not to back down. More and more appeared and finally a group of about six of them were on the ground charging straight towards him. He prepared to attack, knowing this would likely be his last stand, he had barely beat one of these things the night before. As the apes came in close he swung his sword horizontally startling them by the bright light it emitted.

The gorillas stopped their charge and stared at Larry, sizing him up. He held his sword in front of his body ready to defend himself, but the gorillas continued to stand still, they seemed to be sniffing at him. After several minutes of this standoff a lone gorilla slowly walked up to approach him. Larry was nervous, but he didn’t want to strike first and incite the rage of the beasts that surrounded him. This gorilla was much smaller than the one he had killed. It sniffed at the skin that Larry was wearing and kept looking at him suspiciously. Upon closer inspection Larry could see that a baby was clinging to this gorillas underside and was sucking from its teat. After what felt like forever the female gorilla turned back to the others and seemed to be talking with them.
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Suddenly one of the gorillas let out a loud yell. The ones that had been watching from the trees in the distance all jumped down to the ground and began to approach Larry. “This is it,” he thought. The gorillas each started to approach him one after another. Some laid down fruit in front of him and hung their heads in submission as they turned away. He didn’t understand it, but he must have gained their respect by killing and wearing the skin of their alpha, either that, or they literally think that he is him, either way Larry decided to go with it. He picked up some of the fruit and ate it and the tribe of apes hooted and clapped in glee. He held his sword up high and they screamed out and acted wild seemingly invigorated by the power that it symbolized. He wasn’t sure how it happened but he seemed to have gained the respect of this group of apes. The female ape with the baby on her underside approached him once more and took his hand. She led him into the jungle as the others followed along and hooted and clapped. He would be the new alpha male of their tribe and with them on his side he would be unstoppable.

Smoke had wandered deep into the jungle, far away from where he saw Larry acting weird. He thought that he was getting delusional, but he could have sworn that he heard the sound of children laughing and playing. He decided to investigate and ran towards the direction of the noise. Sure enough he came upon a group of children playing in the forest. They had dark almost reddish skin and had dark black hair. They seemed to be particularly small for children that would be playing on their own. Most of them were naked while others were covered by small scraps of leather. Before he could even get a read on what was going on the children noticed him and ran towards him. They clapped their hands and yelled out excitedly as Smoke stood baffled. They grabbed him by his hands and urged him to follow them. He couldn’t understand a word of their language, but they seemed friendly enough and decided to go with them. They led him to their village. Smoke was amazed to see a bustling market out here in the middle of the jungle. The people in the village were very active, but as they saw Smoke they would each stop and bow down to him in a sign of respect. He had no idea what was going on but he liked the way this was looking for him. The people were all at least a foot shorter than he was but that didn’t stop them from getting in his face and greeting him. They were treating him like he was an honored guest in their town, and he was happy to accept that.
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As the children pulled him deeper into the town he saw an impressively large pyramid structure reaching high into the sky. The kids seemed to be leading him to a house near the base of the pyramid. Upon hearing the excited yammering of the children a burly man stepped out of the house. He was much larger than the others of the village and he was adorned with many golden necklaces and had a large headdress on. The man smiled at Smoke as he approached him. Smoke stuck out his hand to shake his but instead the man grabbed his shoulders and gave them a tight squeeze. He let out a jolly laugh as the people of the village began to gather around. A woman came from the side and laid a basket of bread at Smoke’s feet. The chief smiled and signaled to him to eat.

He was being welcomed to this village as an honored guest, he wondered if they thought he was a god as he bit into a large piece of bread. The chief laughed proudly and patted Smoke on the back. Suddenly Smoke heard chanting coming from behind him, he turned around and saw six particularly small elderly men dressed in bright robes chanting a tune. As they chanted on the gathering crowd began to dance about and sing along. This seemed to be some sort of great occasion for them. Unable to fully gather what was going on he suddenly felt the chief grab hold of his arm and lead him into the house. The chief led him to the door and motioned for him to enter. Unable to refuse such hospitality Smoke entered the stone house and the door was shut behind him. It took him a moment for his eyes to adjust because their was only a small fire going in a kiln to light the room, but across the room laying on a bed of straw and blankets laid a woman who seemed to be waiting for him.
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She looked up at him nervously. She was draped in a rope not unlike those that elders were wearing but hers seemed to be much cleaner. He smiled and approached the woman. “This is quite the gift,” he thought to himself. As he got closer to her he dropped his gear and heavy scythe on the ground. He noticed that she was much cleaner than the villagers outside. She was freshly washed and her hair had been brushed. It was almost as though she had been prepared for him. She stood up nervously and looked at Smoke sheepishly. He could not tell but she seemed very young. As he approached she removed her robe revealing her naked body to him. Despite her small stature she had very nice perky breasts. He just stood there for a moment gazing at her, savoring the moment. She looked to be no older than 14, but everyone in the village was short so he didn’t give it much thought. She seemed very nervous so he moved slowly. He reached down and took her hand and began to rub up her arm. He didn’t want to make this girl feel threatened so he took his time. He slowly moved in and began kissing her on her neck. He put his arm around her and gave her a kiss on the mouth. She started to grow less tense and began kissing him back. He ran his hand up her body and grabbed her supple breasts. She let out a soft moan and laid back on the bed of straw and blankets.

Smoke wasted no time. He removed his clothes within seconds and was already rock hard. He climbed on top of her and kissed her some more. He rubbed his dick on the outside of her pussy causing her to moan in delight as he felt the wetness welling up inside of her. He looked her in the eyes as he stuck in his tip and began to slowly slide in. Her pussy was extremely tight. She gasped and moaned as he spread her open. He slowly continued to push and she continued to cry out. Once he was nearly all the way in he slammed his pelvis into her as his cock tapped on her cervix hard. She screamed out loudly as Smoke then pulled out and began pumping away at her much more rapidly. She continued to cry out. He was unable to tell if it was from pain or pleasure, but that hardly mattered to him. He looked down at her face and saw tears streaming down her eyes. He grabbed her by the hips and thrust into her over and over as hard as he could, her screaming louder each time. After a minute he pulled out his cock and could see blood leaking from her vagina. This young girl was definitely a virgin. “Lucky girl gets to have the full experience her first time,” he thought to himself. He flipped the girl over and pressed her head down as he raised her ass into the air. He took a moment to lick her pussy, tasting the blood seeping from her broken hymen, he then worked his way up and licked around her asshole before spreading her cheeks and sticking his tongue inside. He could hear her crying softly as he lifted her up by her hips and entered her once more. This time he wasn’t holding back. He had a firm grasp on her hips and he would slam her into him in unison with his thrusts. She screamed louder and louder with each penetrating thrust. He reached forward and grabbed her breasts while he continued to pump into her.
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He smiled as he enjoyed his ride, sweat was dripping from his forehead and as he felt himself about to cum he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her into him so his cock would go as deep as possible. He grunted and moaned as he shot load after load into the young girls tight pussy. She was breathing heavily and fell to the bed once he had completed. “Oh man,” he laughed. “You people sure know how to treat a guy.” He wiped himself off with a rag as the girl looked up at him expectantly. “Don’t you worry,” he said as he started to put on his clothes. “I’ll definitely be coming back for you.” He gave her a kiss, the tears that had been streaming down her face covered his. Without another word he picked up his gear and left through the back door, hoping to avoid any further awkward moments with the locals.

3 cannon shots can be heard in the distance.

MrMelodramatic
District 7

thecolorgreen
District 12

George Washington
District 10

Proceed.
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I hope they kill him, then he gets hit up for child support in a later game.
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She Smoked his Mass Tree. ... But this will almost certainly have repercussions.
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good update

Night 4

As the sun begins to set behind the tall trees of the jungle Larry is led to the grove that the tribe of gorillas call home. The female ape hadn’t let go of his hand for the entirety of the walk and the infant clinging to her underside kept looking up at him with curious eyes. He felt guilty as he must be wearing the skin of this gorillas mate and baby was their child. He still didn’t even know if the apes could tell he difference between him and their previous alpha male so he just decided to keep going with it. The female led him to a comfortable spot in the grove and Larry sat down. The female sat down beside him and the infant climbed all over her. Some of the smaller gorillas approached him and placed fruit in front of him. As he began to eat he heard some of the larger apes shrieking at each other and pounding their chests trying to intimidate one another. The female gorilla who had led him here rested her hand on his leg and he began to feel his uneasiness relax. The infant climbed from its mother and jumped into Larry’s lap. Although the baby gorilla was very small it weighed about as much as a three year old human child. He looked down at the baby and smiled as it seemed to smile back at him. He was reminded of his child back home who he missed dearly. He wondered if he would ever see his son again, but this young ape looking up at him admirably made him feel hopeful.

With the last traces of daylight disappearing beyond the horizon the apes who had been shrieking at one another began wrestling. They flipped one another over and wanted to show off their strength to their new leader. The female grasped Larry’s arm and he sat back and enjoyed the show. One of the gorillas was significantly larger than the others. Not as large as the one that Larry had killed and taken the place of, but still a hulking mass of muscles. He took on opponent after opponent. None of the apes could give him a proper challenge. When the rest submissively turned away as he shrieked and hooted at them he let out a victorious roar. The large ape started to approach Larry. Unsure of its intentions Larry rose to his feet and revealed his sword. The large ape walked up to Larry and seemed to bow. It slammed on its chest and kept making the sound, “Hakchu!” Larry was confused and the ape slammed his chest again and repeated “Hakchu!”

Larry didn’t know that gorillas had this advanced of a method of communication but it almost seemed like it was introducing itself to its new leader. “Hakchu,” Larry repeated. The ape snorted at the acknowledgment. Not entirely sure what he was doing he held out the blade end of his sword and touched it to the large gorillas shoulder. He then said, “Hakchu you shall be the mighty leader of my army.” With those words the massive ape let out a triumphant yell as it seemed to understand that Larry had just granted it a great respect. It ran off to the other apes and started grunting and pushing them, letting them know that their leader had placed him in charge. Larry had no idea that knighting a gorilla could ever be a thing, but if he were to use these apes to his advantage it made sense to have the strongest one on his side leading the rest. The whole experience was surreal. There were maybe a dozen or so gorillas total in the grove, they started to head off to where they would sleep for the night. Larry took a bite from an orange as he laid his back against a tree. The female gorilla came over to him and laid next to him as the baby crawled into his lap, let out a yawn and fell asleep.
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Smoke was trying to sneak his way out of the village without being noticed. It was nice of these people to offer him a good lay and all, but he knew that there would have to be some kind of price, and he wasn’t sticking around to find out what that would be. As crept in the shadows and had remained unnoticed when he saw what looked to be a large open back gate. He started to run for the gate when something caught the corner of his eye. He looked over and saw the mutilated head of George Washington smashed onto a spike between two torches. “Yeah definitely not sticking around here,” he thought to himself. As he turned back towards the gate to make a run for it he suddenly heard dull chanting coming from behind him. He turned to look and two of the small old guys in the fancy robes seemed to have come from nowhere. They were staring at Smoke and chanting, they motioned their hands like they were beckoning him to come to them. “No thanks,” Smoke called out. “I appreciate the hospitality, but I’ve got some people out in those woods that need killing.”

He turned and started to walk away. The elders started chanting in an even deeper tone. Their throats were gurgling and it seemed like they were speaking in tongues. Smoke turned his head just in time to see one of them hurl a fireball at him that it seemed to have produced from thin air. Smoke jumped to the side fast enough to avoid getting hit as the fireball exploded as it hit the ground. “Oh you do not want to fuck with me right now,” Smoke shouted. “I’m feeling invigorated from my fun time with your girl.” He pulled out his scythe and charged towards the small old men. As he ran the other elder conjured a fireball and cast it straight towards him. Smoke held out his scythe to deflect the blast. The fireball exploded against his blade shooting embers of fire all over his body but it wasn’t enough to slow his charge. The elders may have magic, but they can’t move for shit. Smoke got in close and cut down one of them across his chest. He let out a ghostly wail as he fell to the ground. Smoke looked over at the other elder who fell to his knees and was pleading with Smoke for mercy. Smoke looked at him menacingly considering fileting him along with his friend but after a moment he strapped his scythe onto his back. “I like the way you beg old man,” he said. “Just know the only reason you get to live is because of that sweet pussy you guys provided.” He smiled and spit at the cowering old man. As he turned he kicked down the stake that was holding up Washington’s severed head. The head crashed to the ground and rolled in the dirt as the wooden teeth flew out of its skull. Smoke then ran out of the crazy village hoping to never have to deal with these people again.

Mead had managed to find some bananas in a tree. It took some effort for him to climb up to them with his injury, but once he made it to the high branch he rested his body against the trunk and helped himself to as many bananas as he pleased. The meal made him feel much better. He would need to find proper medical treatment for the bullet lodged in his abdomen at some point, but for now the food was enough to raise his spirits. Knowing that Tardis was close by and would likely try to track him down again, Mead decided that he would wait out his time in the tree and wait for Tardis to come to him.
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The five remaining elders gathered around a fire in their hut. They all chanted different incantations into the fire while every once in a while throwing a handful of powder or plant into the flames. The chief stood at the edge of the room with his large arms folded over his chest. He was furious and ready to go to war, but he needed his shamans to give him the proper direction. After several minutes of the chanting the flames burst toward the ceiling and swiftly changed color to blue, then green, then briefly a bright magenta, before burning itself out and reduced to a pile of smoke embers on the floor of the hut. The elders stood up and told the chief what they had seen in the flames. They explained that their land had been invaded by these outsiders. At first there were many of them, now only four remain. They have been killing each other for sport, but none of them are any type of true hunter. The sacrifice that came to them the night before was not delivered by the gods, but was one of these intruders who stumbled onto their sacred land. The prophetic binding of tribes and gods was a farce and the chiefs daughter was raped by one of these barbaric intruders.

The chiefs face turned blood red. He had expected his people to enter a golden age where they would be rejoined by their ancient gods. He had offered his youngest daughter to be their bride and instead they sullied and defaced her. He stepped out of the hut and into the town square where the majority of the people of the village had gathered to hear the announcement from their chief. Torches lit the area as the chief walked up the raised platform. At the top of the platform was a large bundle of kindling and logs. The girl that Smoke had slept with was tied to the pyre. She was still naked and crying, pleading with her father to show mercy. But her cries fell on deaf ears. His daughter had been raped and sullied by these demons that have raided their land. Its demon seed now resided inside of her and her honor could never be restored. He turned to the crowd of villagers. Many had painted their faces and bodies knowing full well that they about to go to war. They waited in silence for their chief to speak. “My brothers and sisters,” he said commandingly. “We have been deceived. The old gods have not returned to us, but rather demons have been sent here to destroy us from within.” He held up the head of George Washington. “This sacrifice was a farce, a sullied demon that has cursed our land. Our only hope now is to purge the remaining demons restore honor to our people.”

He crushed the skull of Washington in his hand and threw it to the ground. He then grabbed a torch and approached the pyre. The young naked girl screamed and pleaded with her father, but he could not allow the demon spawn to grow inside of her. He threw the torch into the pile of wood and within moments it ignited into a tower of flames. The girl screamed out in horrific pain as her flesh was burned away. He turned back to the crowd. “Now go, my brothers and sisters. Find these devils and snuff them out from our land. I want the one with the scythe to be brought to me. I shall join the hunt as soon as I prepare.” The villagers let out battle cries as they scrambled out of the village forming factions to sweep the jungle and find any of the intruders. As they left their home they grew silent and blended into the forest. A lifetime of hunting in these wilds had made them experts and they would decimate all those who threatened their way of life. The chief turned back to the pyre as the hunters left on their task. The frail body of his innocent daughter was reduced to a blackened skeleton. Tears fell from his eyes as he walked to his hut and gathered weapons to prepare himself to rid his land of the scourge that threatened it.
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Tardis had been relaxing and eating some oranges. Part of him was worried that Mead might be trying to track him down, but he seemed to be injured and that should give him some time to get his strength up. He had barely eaten over the last few days and the citrus from the oranges was refreshing as it nourished and hydrated him. As he started to feel relaxed he was suddenly overcome by a sense that he was being watched. He took off running uphill, knowing that if Mead was pursuing him he would have a hard time giving chase up the incline with his current injuries.

A lone female hunter crept along the winding branches of the thick jungle trees. Her dark hair was wild and twisted and her mostly naked body was covered with blue war paint. She only wore a small piece of leather that covered her nether region and kept her stone daggers close to her side. She had been with a larger hunting party but she abandoned them, feeling a personal need to rid this land of the devils that had invaded it. She was going to be the one to avenge her sisters raping. Her sister had always been so innocent and pure, not a hunter at all like her. She had been chosen to be the vessel to unite our people with the gods once again and that was stolen away from them when that demon entered her home and raped her with his devil seed. The thoughts filled her with rage when she heard the sound of someone eating sloppily. She knelt down and through the darkness could make out a figure in the distance. This had to be one of the four demons the elders had talked about. She pulled her bow from her back and readied her arrow when he suddenly took off running, it was almost as though he had heightened senses and heard her approach. She jumped from the tree and landed where he had stood. She pulled out her daggers and let out a high pitched war cry as she took chase after her prey.

After hearing the shrieking scream coming from behind him, Tardis was sure that he wasn’t being pursued by Mead, but he was still unarmed and not ready to fight someone head on. He started to breath heavily as he ran up the hill. He turned around and in the darkness of night he could make out a small figure running straight towards him fast. He jumped on top of a fallen log and started running back down the hill desperate to put some distance between him and the hunter. She shrieked again wildly as she jumped high into the air and landed on the log. He turned to face his attacker and through the light of the moon shining through the tree branches he could make out a wild naked woman holding two knives. She charged forward with surprising balance on the log and he jumped off causing him to tumble down the hill. He skidded to a stop as he crashed into a rock and within moments she was on top of him. She jabbed at him with a dagger but he managed to dodge it and grab her wrist. She then swung her blade with her other hand cutting in across the chest. He swung her by the arm and tossed her away giving him some distance. She was extremely light and didn’t seem very strong for how viscous she was, Tardis knew that he had to act now. He got to his feet as she stumbled away and rushed her. He made contact with her hard causing her to drop one of her blades and he drove her into the side of a thick tree. She yelled out in pain but immediately started slashing wildly with her remaining blade. Tardis dodged backwards but wound up tripping over a thick root. The wild woman dove on top of him and tried to plunge her sword into her chest. Tardis grabbed the blade with one hand and her arm with the other. He was much stronger than her but the blade cut deep into his hand. He gritted his teeth and he growled as he pushed her off of him. She rolled on the ground and before she could get to her feet Tardis began to lay punch after punch into her face.
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After a few punches she seemed to go limp, but he wasn’t taking any chances. He took the blade from her hand and jammed it between her exposed breasts. A fountain of blood shot forth as he withdrew the blade from her. As he stood up to catch his breath he heard more tribal war cries coming from the distance. For a moment he considered letting whatever other tributes was being attacked to fend for himself, but he also considered that if they were being hunted there was no telling how many of these tribal people were out there looking for them. He reluctantly took off in the direction in which he heard the struggle knowing that now is the time for the tributes to work together.

Mead had been resting up in the tree and he had nearly fallen asleep. He had gorged himself on bananas and was feeling quite full so he began to relax. After a few moments a rock attached to a rope was thrown around his arm and before he could react he was pulled out of the tree. He crashed to the ground hard. His head was spinning but he tried to get his bearings straight as fast as he could. From all directions he could hear voices speaking in a strange language. Before he could get up to his feet a small man with red face paint came swinging at him with a stone ax. Mead barely dodged the swing and as he tumbled back he pulled out his spear and extended it to its full length. The moonlight shown off the spear giving him a slight amount of visibility of his attackers. Before attempting to get to his feet he swung the spear wide slicing the man that had swung the ax at him. He got up quickly and felt himself pulled as the rope was still wrapped around his other arm. Mead stabbed backwards towards the source of the pulling but missed his target. As he was pulled forward two men from both sides came charging at him with daggers. He ducked down and jammed the blunt end of the spear into one of them and then swiftly impaled his other attacker. Before he could withdraw his spear from the skewered body he was smashed in the side by the heavy stone ax. The hit made him fall to his knees as he felt his bullet wound reopen once again. He twisted the handle on his spear retracting it from the flesh of the fallen man as he pulled hard on the rope that wrapped around him. He felt the rope give and heard someone fall forward.

He quickly jumped in that direction as the ax came swinging towards him past again. He ran forward and saw the man holding onto the rope. As the man sneered up at him with a painted face he withdrew his spear once again and pierced him through his spine. Mead did his best to check his surroundings and it seemed like it was only these four who were attacking him. He saw the one wielding the large ax come running towards him once again but he could not see the fourth attacker who had had nailed with the blunt end of the spear. The hunter swung the ax down hard but Mead deflected with his spear holding horizontally over his face with both hands. He kicked the hunter away and as he prepared to swing he heard footsteps coming from behind. In a wide sweeping motion Mead swung his spear around behind him cutting open the guts of the fourth attacker who had been lying in a waiting. The hunter dropped his knife to the ground as Mead backed up once again get his bearings. Enraged by the death of his friends the ax wielder charged forward but Mead having the advantage of the spears tremendous range impaled the attacker before he could get close thrust the spear through him sticking his body into the ground. Mead looked around in desperation making sure that no more surprise attackers were hiding, waiting to get the jump on him. He was catching his breath as he scanned the area and accepted that he was alone. He retracted his spear and fell to his knees clutching his bullet wound which was once again bleeding profusely.
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As he pushed on the wound to try to slow the bleeding he heard the sound of footsteps coming his way from a ridge above. He grabbed the dropped knife out of the dirt and as soon as the dark figure stepped into sight he launched the knife straight into his enemies head. The dark figure let out a dull moan and then tumbled forward down into the ridge. Mead could see that this last attacker was none other than Tardis. Perhaps he had come to aid him in his fight, but Tardis had proved to be less than trustworthy in the past so he chalked it up to not be a great loss. He began his night with a plan to get the drop on Tardis and it seemed to work out for him in the end, now he just needed to figure out why the fuck he was being attacked by tribal hunters.

Larry slept comfortably in the grove surrounded by his new gorilla companions. Even though they were apes it felt like he had found some true companionship out here in this shit show. As he dreamed of using his new friends to squash his enemies Larry was completely unaware that the grove was being infiltrated by several hunters. They moved quietly and carefully. They would normally never step foot in the grove of the silverbacks, but they could smell the blood of a demon amongst them, and that evil must be purged from their land. A hunter stealthily approached Larry who was still deep in sleep. As the hunter raised his sword to skewer his prey he was tackled to the ground by Hakchu. Hakchu let out a tremendous yell that alerted all of the gorillas to their intruders. Larry shot up to his feet in shock as Hakchu ripped the hunters limbs from his body and tossed his broken body away. Larry pulled out his scimitar which lit some of the area as the moon light reflected off of its shining blade in the clearing of the grove. All around he could see hunters throwing spears and shooting arrows at the apes. Pandemonium broke out it was a full fledged battle.

Hakchu and the other large males tore through the hunters like they were nothing, but many of the younger gorillas fell victim to the arrows and spears being launched at them. Larry motioned for the female gorilla to protect her child as he prepared to join his new family in the fight when he turned and noticed two hunters rushing towards them from behind. An arrow struck the female in the back and she let out a pained shriek as she scooped up her baby and huddled around him for protection. Larry wasted no time. He ran towards the hunters as they shot arrows at him. One arrow flew right by his head while another struck in his arm. He wasn’t concerned with his wound. He was the leader and he would not fail his people. He swung his shining blade cutting the hand off of one of the hunters as the other dodged away. As the injured hunter attempted to retreat an ape fell from a tree and grabbed hold of him and tore off his legs. The ape let out a scream of victory as the blood of its victim showered down on him. The other hunter made a rush for Larry pulling out a small dagger and thrusting it into his side. Larry yelled out in pain as he swung his mighty sword severing the hunters head from his body. He went back to check on the female gorilla and the baby and was pleased to see that no further harm had come to them.
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As he looked over the grove he could see the mangled remains of several hunters, but many of the gorillas had also fallen in battle. He ran up to Hakchu and the other large gorillas who seemed to be finishing off the last of their attackers. Larry got up to the group just in time to see Hakchu smash open a hunters head like a melon. Hakchu banged on his chest while the other apes screamed out in victory. Although the hunters were all dead many of the gorillas had fallen in battle. The survivors began sniffing at the air and they motioned to Larry that they had the scent of the hunters and they could strike back. Larry looked back at the wounded female holding her child. They were now being attended to by other small female gorillas who managed to survive uninjured. Larry gritted his teeth and raised his sword overhead. He let out a primal cry as he pounded on his chest with his free hand. He was going to lead his army to crush their attackers in their home, as they had done to them. The gorillas clapped and screamed, prepared to follow their new leader to war.

Proceed.
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i like this ape army storyline

I have a feeling that Mead will die from his injuries, Larry will die in combat either from the hunters or the gorillas turn on him when his mask is off, and Smoke barely manages to survive just because the hunters are under orders to bring him back alive for the Chief.
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FUCKING SAVAGE

Caps
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Guess all that monkeying around ended up helping Larry after all.

next time I'll get mead.
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Tardis2015 posted...

next time I'll get mead.

You'd better don't!

I would also like to be in the next one if you do another pls
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Come on man

Where is my next completely legal and willing sexual partner?
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Mead posted...

Tardis2015 posted...

next time I'll get mead.

You'd better don't!

I would also like to be in the next one if you do another pls

I'll get you :)
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Day 5

As Larry ran through the jungle with his clan of primate subordinates the rising sun casts its light onto the massive pyramid that rose high above the jungle trees. Larry was set aback when he saw the giant structure. He had know idea that the people who had attacked him were so advanced. As he slowed down and gazed at the pyramid the gorillas continued to run towards it at full speed. Hakchu turned his head and grunted at him encouraging him to keep leading the apes onward. They seemed familiar with this area and did not hesitate when approaching the massive pyramid so he felt confident in exacting revenge for his fallen comrades.

As they approached the city walls they heard guards crying out loudly, alerting the village that it was under attack. Several spearmen began to line across the tall city walls. The gate that they were approaching was shut but that would not deter them. Larry raised his sword up high and growled loudly inspiring his troops to scream out in a frenzy as they prepared for battle. The guards started throwing their spears. Larry dodged out of the way but two of the apes were not so fortunate and fell under the barrage of spears. Before he could even attempt to think out a plan Hakchu jumped at the wall and started climbing up the tangled roots that covered the side. Several spears were thrown at the immense ape. Many he managed to slap away, while those that did make contact with him barely slowed him down. Larry watched in awe as the rest of his army followed suit and started climbing the wall. Before the guards to react to the rest of the apes ascending Hakchu reached the top of the wall and began knocking down and throwing the small guards like they were nothing to him. Larry started to climb up himself. He hoped that the apes didn’t look down on him for his weak climbing abilities compared to theirs but as he looked up they were all too busy decimating the villages defenses.

Larry made it to the top and found himself surrounded by the wrecked and mangled bodies of the guards, the apes had already dropped down to the village below and a unit of guards with swords and spears were running toward them to protect their city. Larry quickly scrambled down a ladder so that he could join in the battle. As they clashed several of the small guards went flying through the air from the apes tremendous strength but they were all taking damage from the constant barrage of weapons that were being used to attack them. The tribal guards might be small and weak compared to Larry’s gorilla army, but they were many and definitely had the advantage of their weapons. Larry wasted no time. As soon as he caught up to the fray he sliced his sword through a tribesman’s back and immediately thrust it into the abdomen of another. The guards backed away from the shining sword almost as though they feared the light it produced. Larry used this to his advantage as he held it high overhead and let out a primal yell which through the apes into a frenzy. Although wounded and bloodied the mighty apes tore into the guards relentlessly.
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As it seemed like the number of foes they were facing was finally starting to dwindle another unit approached from the south end of the village. The guards let out a fierce battle cry as they charged toward Larry and the apes. Larry held out his sword and led his troops to meet theirs head on. There was a mighty clash as the opposing sides met. Guards were sent flying while the apes were slowly being downed by the ceaseless attacks that they were bearing. Larry fought furiously, he lost himself in the battle. He dodged a spear and stuck his sword into its holders face. He ran from one end of the battle to the other easily cutting down the villagers with their archaic weapons. He fought furiously taking cuts and jabs from the weapons but feeling invigorated by the mettle of his army he kept his ground and continued to hack away at the guards. After what seemed like forever the battle died down. Larry was left standing covered in the blood of his enemies. He looked behind him and saw that several of his ape companions had fallen and those that remained were ripping the limbs off of their fallen foes and crushing their skulls.

Larry was prepared to relax and relish in their victory when Hakchu and the two other apes suddenly propped their heads up like they were being drawn to something and they ran deeper into the village screaming out wildly. Larry did his best to keep up but he was exhausted and the apes were much faster than him. He saw them turn a corner and disappear. As he ran to catch up his head was filled with the sounds of bloodcurdling screams. As he got near he could see the apes were smashing into small wooden huts and obliterating their inhabitants. He saw children running for their lives as the gorillas smashed into their homes. The sick and elderly were snatched up from their beds and eviscerated. Larry yelled out for the apes to stop, but they were not listening to him. Their thirst for blood was unquenchable. Larry ran into the center of the commotion to try to bring order. He saw a two small children running towards him. He dropped his sword and was ready to pick them up and protect them. As he was inches away from grabbing them Hakchu appeared out of the heavy dust and smashed the defenseless children with his massive arms. He picked up the remains of one by the leg and began smashing his chest and screaming wildly as the child’s limp and broken body flailed through the air. Larry yelled to Hakchu, but he wasn’t listening; there were still so many more people to hunt down and kill. Larry looked down at the children and tears welled from his eyes as he was struck with an immeasurable amount of guilt for bringing these wild beasts here.
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