Re: The Most Dangerous Game

by **ghost** October 28th 2024, 8:16 pm

She let him talk. Luckily she was wearing gloves, if she wasn't the heat and mugginess from the jungle combined with her beating heart would make the sword almost impossible to hold on to. The conversation had her on edge. The whole idea of this person strait up killing themselves and talking as if about the weather... her mind went on. Just more and more showed how much she was out of practice. She was supposed to be leading a group of heroes soon, how could she do that if she was freaking out inside?

She took a deep breath. The answer was simple: go with the flow, accept what you can't change. This man is crazy. Can't change that. And as smart as he is she probably cant change the fact that he will find some way to kill himself. Another breath. Nerve gas the whole strip. I have control over that.

Her leg stopped moving.

It was nice listening to him talk. Monolog and monolog away. So smart, and even pointed it out, but just keeps going. She listened and was glad she had been recording. Nothing would be missed. This island might be a good place to come back to one day, for research or experimentation, who knows. She took another breath.

"Seeing how the world needs heroes that aren't corrupted. They need a guide in the dark, someone to push the policies and raise the young the way they should be raised. Someone to teach them that the way is through collaboration and in the acceptance of others. We all need to work together to make humanity great... All the power we have. No one should go wanting, or in need, or go hungry or without shelter." She said.

"What happened that caused you to be this way? Maybe I can help. Whatever it is, I know people that can help you. Please." She said. Her heart calm and honesty painted across her face. She was simply standing there now, her sword at her side. It had fallen as the man spoke. "No one is past redemption... do you believe that? It only takes one action at a time and eventually you're back on your feet. Show me. Show the world how good you are."

Every word was the honest truth.

by **Rorking** Today at 3:41 am

The longer they walked, the deeper Waldo fell into his fear of what lurked in the bushes. With every twig snap, he became increasingly paranoid. With every distant Roar, he jumped higher than the clouds. He dared not look at the remaining civilians out of fear they’d see the panic in his eyes. Things only got worse for him when they arrived at a strange river.

Looking around, nothing seemed really out of the ordinary at first glance. He put up the hand signal but some chose to continue instead. The roar of a beast behind them caused a couple more to rush across the water. Waldo investigated the area until he spotted a decent-sized tree and bolted for it. With as much force as he could, he slammed his torso into the tree and sent it slamming into the water.
“COME ON, HIT THE TREE” was all he could think of yelling as he started rushing the remaining citizens across the fallen tree. As the last citizen made it across, he looked back and saw the source of the roar from before.

Emerging from the wood stood that of a Spinosaurus. Waldo slowly backed up until his foot hit the start of the tree, the Spinosaurus stalking him with every step. He took a deep breath before he spun around and bolted his way down the tree, a roar behind him told him this was officially a chase. He didn’t look back as he charged his way across the downed tree, a misstep sent him tumbling into the dirt on the other side. He flipped onto his back and saw the creature rushing across the man-made bridge. Waldo quickly pushed himself forward and started slamming his foot into this side’s end. He felt the tree start to give way as he watched the creature lunge at him. He stopped kicking and ducked, feeling its teeth graze his arm. With all the strength he had left, he slammed his foot upon the tree one last time. A massive sigh of relief arose from him as he watched the tree shift, sending the monster screaming as it was washed away with it. His legs gave way before he could catch his breath. All he could do was look to the sky, wondering if his mentor was still alive after all.

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Gearhead hid in the brush, listening to this opponent insult and belittle everything about him. Every word stung like a wasp sting, especially the stuff he knew was right even if a bit exaggerated. If he wasn't in a fight for his life, he'd probably be feeling a different emotion right now. He breathed softly as he tried to make a plan for what his next move should be. Without his bat, he won’t be able to do much with close-quarters combat. Even his signature “Knuckle shocksters” technique was mostly in the funding phase. With no more ideas to ponder, Gearhead knew he had one thing he definitely could try.

James reached for his pocket and pulled out a small sack, he slowly pulled out smashed-up tech parts he stole from the plane before he left the group. Though it was very amateur workmanship, he quickly pasted together what he thought would work in this situation. Why it only had 4 legs instead of 8, he wasn’t quite sure. He placed it on the ground and slowly lowered his goggles. Once he found the connection, he slowly watched as the thing crawled its way around the forest and emerged from the treeline. Just to play it safe, he started moving in the opposite direction to cause more confusion.