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After a mutation, Mitch Woods, a mutant woodpecker, is abucted by Tryceratons to entertain |
| [Introduction]
After a mutation, Mitch Woods, a mutant woodpecker, is abucted by tryceratons for entertainment. Will he survive the experience? Will he make allies within the ship? Only time will tell. (Creation of characters are both welcomed and much needed for this. They don't have to be fighters, they can be what you wish them to be.) (BUT NO SEXUAL THEMES ALOUD!!) 🚨Warning🚨
IF NEW PORTION ISN'T ADDED ON YOUR TURN FOR THREE DAYS, YOU WILL BE SKIPPED. YOU WON'T BE REMOVED, YOU WOULD JUST HAVE TO WAIT FOR YOUR TURN TO COME AROUND AGAIN. |
| Name: Mitch Woods Mutant Gene: WoodPecker Age: 21 Bio: A graduate from Florida, moved to NYC just before triceratons attack. During a walk, he is hit with a canister of mutagen with DNA of a woodpecker mixed into it, turning him into a human sized woodpecker. ~¤~ New York City. One of the most busy cities in America. At least, that was before a alien race known as the Triceratons attacked. As we look close to the rooftops of the city, we spot what looks to be a human sized wood pecker, surrounded by a group of triceraton troopers. "Please, don't hurt me. Leave me alone!" Unfortunately, it fell on death ears as a electric shock ran through him as he collasped to the ground, and blacked out. |
| When Mitch awoke, he found himself in a metal room with three walls. Across from him was an open wall with some sort of energy barrier, similar to what you may see on a science fiction show or movie. Standing up, he approached the barrier to examine it. As he approached it, he failed to take into account his elongated beak, which brushed against the energy barrier, and sent an electrical jolt through him. "GAH!" He exclaimed, as he felt his entire body sear in pain as electricity burned through him for a secound. "Okay, not doing that again." He mumbled to himself. "Hey, is somebody there?" A voice called out. "Yeah, who are you? Where are you?" Mitch asked, searching the walls around him. "Over here, and I'm Anna." She called out. Mitch then heard the sound of someone banging against metal. He heads to his right to the wall and calls out, "I'm Mitch. Are you uh, are you an animal too?" He asked, hesitantly. "Yeah," she sighed dejectedly. "I am." Both you and Anna paused for a moment to reflect on your current form, before he asked, " So, what did you turn into?" "I'm a Bobcat, what about you?" "Woodpecker." He said, fluffing out his wings. "Still not used to, well everything. How are you holding out?" "Bout the same, it's really weird walking around on all fours." There was a pause before she asked, "What do you think they're going to do to us?" "I don't know, but I don't think it's anything good." |
| Name: Filly Flea Species: Flea Age: 5 Years Old (She's Animal Born not Human Born, she's an adolesant) Bio: From the Battle Nexus Dimenstion, some Mutagen somehow got in and some random bugs drank from the Mutagen Puddle creating a hidden community of Mutant Bugs in the Nexus, Filly is tiny only as long as a human thumb but very intelligent Just then something fell off of Anna a sligtly larger than average Flea, Anna looked at it in horror for a moment. "Did...Did a Flea just fall off of me?" She asked "Look we have to eat too." The Flea said in a Girl's voice "You're a Mutant too?!" "Unlike you I was born a normal flea rather than a human." The Flea said "One day a bunch of us Bugs drank from this puddle of green goo and suddenly we began walking on our hind legs and speaking like humans, I got bored hanging around the same places and decided to go off in search of adventure." |
| Hearing something from Anna's, his eyes widen at the mention of green goo' and began to wonder about something. 'Could the stuff that changed me and Anna enhance a animals abilities and way of thought?' Unfortunately, before anything else could happen, the cell doors powered down, revealing a triceraton guard. "All right you two, follow me." Not wanting to cause trouble, both Mitch did as instructed as Filly went back into Anna's hid. |
| The two were escorted from their cells down and down the hall. One Triceraton was behind them, brandishing an electric spear that he would occasionally shove forward to intimidate them. Another Triceraton was in front of them, leading them down the hall. As they walked they passed several cells with their own occupants, all of them human sized animals. Some shrunk back into the corners of their cells, others pleaded for their freedom, and some foolishly charged their cells. As they passed one particular cell, a Rhino charged from it, straining their containment. Sparks flew as they were being shocked, but their thick hide prevented them from being too hurt from it. The leading Triceraton then walked to the control panel and a pair of, what you thought were blast doors, closed in front of the Rhino. You could hear them banging on the door from their side to no noticeable results. "Move!" The rear Triceraton shouted, shoving the spear at Anna. She howled in pain and jumped away from their jailer. Mitch move down to help her forward, while shielding her from the Triceraton. "We're moving, we're moving." He said. As they moved forward again he asked, "Are you okay?" "No." Anna sobbed, while the flea popped up and gave a thumbs up, or what could be called on from her insect arms. "No talking!" The Triceraton shouted, shoving the spear at Mitch. He squawked in pain, jumping away from Anna. "Hurry up, they're waiting for you?" The head Triceraton called out. "Wait, what's going on?" Anna asked, terrified. "You're our entertainment, now get moving." He answered. |
| Filly of course being on Anna was also zapped but tried to deal with it, what Filly was hoping was that the Triceratons didn't even notice her or at least think she was just a normal Flea as long as she was the unknown el,ent she had the potential to get away with things due to her small size |
| After a long walk, they reached their destination as a pair of heavily reinforced steel doors that stood a good two stories tall. Looking to them made both Mitch and Anna feel even more fear for what was in store for the both of them. |
| Filly peered through the fur to see what was going on...It was a Gladioral Arena! With a Quartet of Lizard Mutants fighting a giant purple alien octopus...Thing |
| Looking around, the three of them couldn't believe their eyes. "Hey kids, heads up!" Hearing another voice, Mitch instinctively looked to the fight, only to reflexively push Anna to the side as a tentacle came crashing towards them with one of the lizard men on it. Seeing she was in danger, Filly dove into Anna's fur for safety. |
| "Dudes what are you doing?" Asked the Lizard on the Tentacle "Can't you see we're in the middle of a life or death situation over here?" |
| Looking to him sheepishly, both Mitch and Anna started to shake in fear. Taking a breathe, Mitch spoke up. "Um, s-sorry sir. W-w-were new here." Nodding rapidly, Anna began to feel more un-easy. "FIGHT?! THAT THING?! Connecting the dots, the lizard man understood, and could tell from the sound of their vocals they were young. "You gotta be kidddddiiiiiinnnnnggggggg!!!" Unfortunately, he couldn't respond quick enough as the beast retracted the tentacle with the lizard man still on it. |
| One Lizard Mutant who was fighting with a spear broke off one half of his spear and through the half with the splintered wood at the end to the New Mutants so hopefully one of them could fight with it |
| Seeing no choice, Mitch grabbed the spear and gave it a few tries before taking a stance. "Anna, stay close to the wall, and if that thing tries to catch you, run as fast as you can. Okay?" Nodding her head, she got as close to the wall as possible. Seeing her like this, Mitch charged into the fray, battling along side the lizard men as best he could. |
| Mitch drove the end with the splitered wood into a nearby tentacle blood gushed forth but still the octopus creatureshowed no sighed of slowing down. Than Filly peaking through Anna's fur noticed next to the eye appeared what seemed to be an...Eyehole! (Apparently alien octopi have ears unlike their Earth Counterparts) So small she wouldnt be noticed by anyone jumped until she was in the creature' inner ear and bit mercilessly...Seemed being bitten from the inside was too much for the creature it fainted withering in pain... |
| Looking to the strange alien octopus creature, Mitch never saw Filly leave the earhole and jumped into his feathers. Nodding to the lizard men, they all nodded as a rumble was felt as the beast was lowered back into a tank under the stadium. Breathing a sigh of relief, Mitch walked back to Anna as the adrenaline left him and collasped as Anna ran to him, trying to check on him. "Mitch? MITCH!?" After hearing her, he was consumed into darkness as a group of triceratrons came into the stadium. |
| It was a few hours when Mitch awoke, looking around and found himself back in his holding cell. Walking up to the cage door, he gently touched it, only to have a electric shock throw him back against the wall of his cell. Groaning, he rubbed the back of his head as everything that happened came back to him. "Okay, so it wasn't a dream." "Mitch?! Your up! You ok?" Sitting back by the wall, he relaxed as he rested his pounding head. "Yeah, I'm good Anna. How about you and Filly? You two alright?" |
| Quick question is Sooderscooder losing interest? Haven't posted for a while "I think you have me to thank for that." Filly said "I jumped in that purple octopus's ear and bit it from the inside." |
| (Don't really know what's going on with Soodersooder. Might have to take him off if he doesn't add soon.) Chuckling, Mitch shook his head to try and rid the headache. "That would explain a lot. Thank you Filly, you really saved us back there. If ya need blood, let me know." |
| Sorry, just kept having writing blocks when it waws my turn "Thanks, but I'm good here." Filly replied. "Yeah about that," Anna started, "do you think you could pick one spot to feed?" "What do you mean?" Filly questioned. "It's just that you bite everywhere and it's kind of hard to scratch them all. Do you think you could keep to one spot that I can reach?" Anna asked. Mitch chuckled as he heard the two of them arguing over this, a small moment of mirth. Though he couldn't help but focus on the events of the previous day, and what they may have to do next. |
| Thinking it over, Anna nodded in agreement. "Alright, that seems reasonable. But if you move from there, let me know." Sighing, Filly relented. "Okay, deal." It was then both there doors opened and both Mitch and Anna were surprised to see the lizard men standing outside. "We need to talk." |
| Name: Zach Forest Age: 23 Gender: Male Species: Human-mutated-into Skunk Bio: One moment, Zach was a collage student enjoying a party on a barge. The next, he'd been shoved into a section of the river that was "cursed". Then the changed occurred. It's not easy to hold down a job when you look like a skunk, and the smell doesn't help either. All Zach knew at the moment was that he'd tried to snag some meat off of a street vendor's cart, only to then end up in a strange room. The other sounds concerned him, as if fighting was going on. |
| Zach tried to look around, looking for a way out of whatever room he was in. "Can anyone hear me?" |
| Looking to the opposite side of his cell, Mitch took a wiff and found it as extremely foul. "Oh man. Are you a skunk by any chance, or sprayed by one?" Hearing a voice, Zach moved closer to the wall, unkowingly, making the stench stronger in Mitch's cell. "Wait, you can smell me? I'm a skunk mutant. You?" |
| As Mitch explained who he was, Filly was getting a sense the Animal Born Mutants like her seemed to be the rare compared to human born mutants |
| "Well, I guess things could be worse," said Zach. "Is there a door handle or whatever on your side?" |
| Walking out of the cell, saw the skunk through a electric field like his own, with a control panel next to it. Thinking, Mitch looked to Filly with a idea in mind. "Think you can disable the field from in this thing?" Looking to the panel, Filly shrugged before jumping into it and began to work. |
| "Okay let's see." Filly said, looking at all of the wires. "Okay maybe if a I pull this one." She grabbed a yellow wire and started tugging hoping for the best. |
| "Something must be going on with my eyesight, as I can't see what's going on," said Zach. |
| With a few burned hairs, Filly reattached the yellow wire. It was then the light returned in Zach's cell. "Nevermind, light's back!." Back in the pannel, Filly looked at a small container holding a small gem giving off the same energy as the field. "Oh, that looks important." |
| Moving to the crystal, Filly grabbed a hold of it and was sent flying out of the panel, and started shooting around the hallway and into the skunks fur. "Filly! Are you okay?!" Jumping out of the fur, she pulled out the crystal. "I'm good." With that, she fell back unconcious. |
| ""I hope that the little one is alright," said Zach. "Let's check to see if it's safe to pass through now." |
| Watching, Mitch saw Zach walk right through safely. "Oh, thank goodness. Really didn't need a shock today." Chuckling, Mitch took a look to Anna's cell and the lizard men. "So, you guys said you wanted to talk?" |
| Shrugging, Mitch's continued. "Then ya shot around the room till ya landed in Zach's fur." Nodding, Filly jumped onto Mitch before returning to Anna. "Night night." With that, she fell asleep. |
| While she was sleeping she had a dream in her dream she saw two shadowy figures talking "So...You're saying Mutants?" Said one figure |
| In Filly's dream the conversation continued "I'm telling you!" Said the other shadowy figure "Mutants are the next big thing in entertainment!" |
| Zach looked around. "I guess someone has a thing for animals or something. " |
| Meanwhile a pair of guards were on patrol when one spoke to the other asking, "Why did we turn a bunch of humans into animal?" |
| As her dream continued a large scaly hand dropped a 'small' bag into the hands of what was clearly a human, the bag was slightly open enough for her to see it was filled with glittering gems! |
| "It would be too dangerous to try now. Wr don't know the ship well enough." Looking to the lizard men, Mitch looked to them. "You guys said you wanted to talk? Lets talk." |
| Watching, he noticed to same lizard from when they were in the collesseum came up to them. "That's right, we do. My name is Lizorn, and these are my sibblings, Liz, Larz, and Lico. We noticed you had no training in fighting, so we wish to give it to you." |
| Looking to Anna and Filly, Mitch figured if they were goimg to decide, might as well see what everyone thought on the subject. "What do you think ladies? Could improve our chances in the long run." |
| "Probably should, what do you think Filly?" Anna asked. "You guys can go ahead and train, not really sure what you could teach me though." Filly said. |
| "I'm so tiny." Filly said "Seems it would better off if I could could go as long as possible without...Those guys knowing I'm even here so I can help secretly." |
| Thinking, Mitch had a idea. "Filly, do you think you could scout the area while we fight. Kinda get the lay of the ship and see if you can find something we could use to escape?" |
| Nodding in comformation, Mitch looked tobthe lizards. "If you all can train us, and given on the info from Filly when she gets back, I might have a plan to get us all out of here." Takes a breathe, it might be dangerous, but I'll try and make sure we all get out alive. Who's in?" |
| Filly was going down a long hall because she was a flea she was able to jump to check every door |
| "So, anyone got some cards, or dice, or anything to kill time with?" Zach asked. |
| "I wish. Hell, if I wood, I'd probably be carving by now." Sitting his feather butt down, he bagan to think of ways to escape through the collesseum. |
| Zach looked around again. "So, just who runs this ship? I wasn't exactly paying attention." |
| Looking to him, Mitch began to feel dread. "They call themselves Triceratons. A alien race of triceratops that work as a millitia. Kinda wonder why they are on earth, or what they're looking for..." |
| Filly leaped up to the door labeled Bishop and peeped through a kayhole, there she saw a Triceraton cpnversing with someone concealed in shadow "You'll find the Mutants will bring much profit to you..." |
| "Okay," said Zach. "We need a plan. First step - Lay of the land. Next, forge alliances with others here. Step three - plan an escape." "That's your plan?" Mitch asked. "Without the other two, planning an escape might not get anywhere," said Zach. "I mean - do we know where things like weapons are, guard rotations, surveillance measures, where the means to control the ship are, not to mention the Owner's Manuel." |
| Shaking his head, Mitch looked to Zach. "That's why I sent Filly out, being a flea, she could get easier access around here undetected. Plus, with her being from this 'Nexus' place, we might be able to find a place there to get our bearing to get back home." |
| As Filly listened the Triceraton talking to the shadowy figure said "Hopefully we'll earn enough profits from the ratings to beat the Federation!" |
| "So, next question is, how's the food and water?" Zach asked. "When do they serve it?" |
~One Earth Hour Later~ As time rolled on, everyone was soon escorted to the mess hall, Zach's question was soon answered as he sat at a table looking to a glass of water, a roll that was hard as a brick, and groul. Shrugging, he dug into the meal. Looking around, Mitch spotted a tiny jumping dot moving to them. Knowing who it was, he accidently dropped his spoon and let her into his feathered arm. "Glad you made it back safe Filly. Find anything good out?" Relaxing a bit, Filly breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, I found something alright. But you guys probably ain't gonna believe me." |
| "So apparently this guy named Bishop orginaed a deal with the Triceratons, exchanging us so they could make TV Ratings out of watching us fight!" |
| "I wonder if this Bishop idiot doesn't know that kidnapping people is a great way to get one's self killed," said Zach. "Heard about a dude - from a cousin of mine - kidnapped a bunch of people, forced them to fight to the death, or be killed themselves. Well, when they finally caught him, and threw him in prison, for life, the inmates actually beat this dude to death." "So, what was your cousin doing at this prison?" Mitch asked. "He's a Corrections officer," said Zach. |
| Thinking, Mitch began to think. "Okay then, seeing as this Bishop person seems to have ways of tracking us, Earth might not be safe to return to, unless of coarse we find a way to find evidence of him making deals with these tricera-butts." Looking to him, Anna looked at him in confussion. "What do you mean? Your talking as if we can't return to Earth at all!" |
| "I can try to secretly follow him some more to try to get more dirt..." Filly said "...However something about him makes me...Uneasy...When I smelled him he didn't smell...Normal...That is he didn't smell like he was made of flesh and blood like everyone else..." |
| "Well, let's get to making some plans," said Zach. "One might be trying to contact our loved ones, if we got them." |
| Hearing Zach, Mitch agreed with his logic. "Zach's right. The sooner we get out of here, the better. Did you find anything else out filly? Escape pods, or maybe a shuttle we could commondere?" |
| "So, does anyone got something that could be used as a weapon?" Zach asked, quietly. |
| As Filly resumed hopping through the halls, she had to quickly dodge to net get trampled by a Triceraton rushing for the restroom "Shouldn't have had that triple spiced bean stew..." He groaned |
| "Well, as a skunk, I know that I have certain abilities," said Zach. "Now, if only I could figure out how to use them." |
| Poking his beak, Mitch only chuckled as he pecked his food tray and looked to see a small hole made into it. "Guess I got my beak, and if I ever figure out how to fly, it might help for sky attacks." Looks to Zach before passing his triple spiced bean stew. "Here, got a feeling it might help ya figure out the skunk deffence." |
| Quick Out of Character message to Wolf I've got a new fanfic actually a redo of an old one, I put it in the Batman the Animated Series section since it's mostly about Scarecrow and his relationship to his Mutant OC called 'Lone Scarecrow and Cub' I know you like to fave my stories and I was wondering if you just didn't find this one because I put it the BTAS section this time, and just a question I've been thinking about, do you read my fanfics to your nephews? The Triceraton who had rushed to the restroom had left the door to his office wide open 'Perfect for a tiny bug to snoop around in.' Thought Filly |
| Sorry Twiga, just been a bit busy as of late due to a lot of family visiting the past few months. Will check it out when I can. "Sorry, couldn't resist. But seriously, a skunk mostly lets it loose as a deffense mechanism. We just gotta help you trigger it so you can use it whenever you can" Looking to Zach, Mitch begins thinking of ways to trigger the deffensive portion of Zach's animal DNA. Seeing Mitch's gaze on him, he began to worry. 'Why do I feel like I just became someone's science project?' |
| Filly hopped into the office and she saw notes unfortuntly most of them were written in an alien language she didn't understand |
| Zach looked around. "I think that there might be a little issue with the plan," he said. "Who knows how to read Egyptian hieroglyphics?" "What do you mean?" Mitch asked. "That's what the writing looks like to me," said Zach. |
| Looking around, Mitch saw what Zach was talking about. "Okay, that's gonna put a damper on things. Then again..." Watching a few of the guards, he noticed a few staring at the prisoners. A particular gladiator armored triceratron prisoner. "I think I found our translater." |
| Filly realized this was a potential blessing but also was worried the Triceraton might snitch in exchange for benifits |
| "We'd best be careful," said Zach. "I might know a few things about Earth prisons, but I don't know a thing about these guys." |
| Looking to the lone triceraton, Mitch felt he had saw a bit of sorrow in his eyes. "I think we can trust him. The way he looks and acts, I think he's here for something he regrets." Watching and listtning to Mitch, Zach and Anna began to think he might be right. |
| "Psst, hey you, Psst!" Mitch hissed as towards the lone Triceraton hoping to grab his attention. |
| "Just be careful," said Zach. "Wouldn't want to make an enemy out of him, if we don't have to." |
| Seeing as Mitch didn't get the triceraton's attention, Mitch got up with his tray, walked over to where he was sitting, all the while Filly and Anna tried stopping him, and Zach face palming himself. "Mind if I join you sir?" It was then the whole room grew quiet, as every prisoner and guard in the whole room look to Mitch as if he was crazy, with only a single thought running through his mind. 'I am so dead.' |
| As the tension in the air thickened enough to be cut with a knife, the Triceraton gave a grunt before going back to his food. |
| "I just hope he's smart enough to not start an unnecessary fight," Zach muttered. "We don't know whom all that dude is friends with." Zach's cousin had told him that inmates lived by a set of rules - 1. Have you Paperwork ready. 2. Don't disrespect other inmates. 3. If someone disrespects you, beat the hell out of them! 4. Stick to those of your own race. (This actually was used to prevent fights, funny enough.) 5. Do not associate with them that messed with children or were in law enforcement, or were snitches or rats. (They were seen as the worst, especially those who messed with kids, or had once enforced the law.) |
| Taking a seat, Mitch sat down and began to eat his meal. "So, what are you in for?" Hearing a gruff sigh, the triceratron looked to Mitch. "I disagreed with how our leader works when taking over planets." Surprised a bit, Mitch began to tread carefully with his next few, and hopefully not his last words. "Me and my friends over there were sold by a guy named Bishop. He sold us for entertainment. But now I think we can all escape. Only thing, we can't read your language." |
| Zach kept an eye on the conversation. At the moment, the woodpecker was one of the closest things that he had to an ally. He also looked around at the other tables, trying to get a read on those in the room, trying to figure out who would be the ones to cause trouble for them. |
| Looking to Mitch, the lone triceratron gruffed as he looked him dead in the eyes. "Why should I help you? I'd be going against my own people, possibly end up dead." Hearing him, Mitch explained how the language they use was Egyptian on Earth, somewhat surprising the three horned prisoner. Hearing enough, Mitch got up, and about to leave before looking to him over his shoulder. "Your not like the rest of the triceratrons. Your heart is noble and caring to others. I'm not asking you to betray your kind, just help me and my friends survive whatever comes next." With that, Mitch left the table, set his plate by the trash area, and returned to his cell. Leaving all who heard him think of what he said. |
| "What do you plan on doing if you escape?" The triceraton called out, getting Mitch and his friends attention. "Your wirld has been conqured, there's nothing left for you there. You go back and you'll be thrown back into a cage, if they don't kill you first. Even if by some miracle it wasn't conqured, your animals now. Do you really think they'll see you as anything beyound that? Face it, you have no home, no where to go if you escape. This is all there is for you, or any of us, anymore." |
| At this, Zach got up, and came over to the triceraton. "I guess you know nothing about Earth or it's history," the skunk said. "Humans don't lose too easily. The moment that you think that victory is at hand, you'd better halt, and either fortify your position, or withdraw from it. Now, I would be willing the wager that your military is indeed celebrating what they think is a victory, that humans can be easily defeated. Well, here's the thing - this so-called victory, will simply be the start of a series of defeats for them." "Why would you say that?" the triceraton asked. "Sneak attacks only work because no one expects them," said Zach. "However, even during them, key information can be found out about your forces. Weaknesses in your armor for one - maybe the little .223s don't penetrate it, but the much larger .50 can. Maybe you can't run as fast as a human can. Maybe, if you get knocked down, or trip, it takes you a while to get back up. Then, there's our own History, where there's a lesson on how to defeat folks wearing heavy armor, which has a nice timeline dealing with various tactics that could be used against your forces - armor-piercing ammunition, traps, pickaxes, mauls, axes, knives that can be used to the armpit or groin, or other joints in your armor. Of course, there's the old 12 gauge deer slug to the face - doubt your visors can stop a point-blank shot from that." "Sounds like you know a bit about your military history," the triceraton. "Take a trip to a museum, and you might learn a thing or three, like the fact that your three-horned pals aren't the first large reptiles humans have had to deal with," said Zach. "Plenty of folks like suitcases made from alligator or crocodile hide." |
| indent}Looking to the triceratron, Anna stood up and gave a serious face. "Plus, we might not be normal anymore. Sure, we are part animal now, big whoop. It doesn't mean we can't go to a unpopulated area and create our own community. Hell, we could go to another galaxy where we are welcomed if we choose to do so." Giving them a stern look, the aged gladiator sighed as he took all they have said. "What makes your race so sure of all you said?" Facing him, Mitch eyed him carefully, hoping to get him on his side. "Our history. We may look week compared to somebody like yourself, but when put in a corner, we fight with more then you would think possible." |
| "As I've told you," said Zach. "We have a long history. We also have a tendency of turning ordinary people into Heroes. For instance, a farmer, who formally only used a gun as a means to place food on the table, becomes such a foe for an invading army, the invaders issue a bounty for the man's head, only for all would-be glory seekers to end up with extra holes in theirs. Another, surprised by thirty enemy combatants, dropped their primary battle rifle, which was a bolt-action with a very powerful round, that could easily punch through the armor of the enemy, yet fired very slowly between rounds, in order to pull out their two smaller handguns, a Colt M1911.45 pistol that held 7 rounds, and a Smith & Wesson M10 a .38 revolver with 6 shots - by firing these two weapons very quickly, they made themselves seem like a much larger force for those who had yet to realize that the guy was all by himself, causing them to run. There there's those, who, when cut off from all avenues of escape, decide - 'Well, Jim, it's been nice knowing you. Let's take as many of the bastards with us as we can.' Once they make that choice, that there is no retreat for them, they will fight until death takes them. The Battle of the Alamo for instance - about two hundred men, held up in a broken-down mission, a place for worship in peacetime, faced an army of over two thousand. Out of food, and out of ammo, those two hundred killed or wounded three for each of them that fell in the fighting. Stories like that repeat throughout history - outnumbered groups facing imminent defeat, make the choice to make sure that the enemy's victory is so costly, it might as well have been a defeat - it's actually named for a Greek general that bested a Roman force, only his victory weakened his army to the point that he was forced to flee, a Pyrrhic Victory. Look at it this way - today's victory leads to your defeat in the long run. Your forces are invading our home, and the one thing that any invader should learn is this - the most dangerous opponent that one can face, is one defending their home, for they will not surrender. As it is, it would probably be a very good idea for your forces to not go after the political leaders." "Why would you say that?" the triceratron asked. "Because rank-and-file soldiers don't typically surrender unless their commander receives orders from their superiors to do so," said Zach. "Sometimes said order must be given in person." "Really?" the triceratron asked. Zach nodded. "There's actually a number of cases where regular soldiers refused to surrender for decades, even after their country was indeed defeated," he said. "Only way to get them to surrender - locate their commanding officer, and get them to say, 'Lieutenant Onoda - I got a message from the Emperor - We lost, 29 years ago. Time to go home.'" "It took the victors that long to get this soldier to surrender?" the triceratron asked. Zach nodded. "Although, to be fair, he didn't believe information from those whom he believed to be working for the enemy," he said. "That, and he couldn't just call up his family for any information that they might of had better access to, as he was stuck in the middle of a jungle." |
| Relaxing a bit, Mitch sighed as he see's not just the triceratron gladiator become surprised, but the guards themselves become on edge of the knowledge they learned. "We have a saying about history: 'Those who don't learn from the past are doomed to repeat it.' What will you choose?" With that, lunch was over as we were all escorted back to our cells. |
| "What do you mean the prisoners are getting restless?" A well-dressed Triceratron asked another dressed in a guard uniform, though one that indicated a higher position. "That speech that those humans were giving in the mess hall seemed to have sparked something inside the other inmates. They seem to believe if a primitive species like them can hold on to hope, then they can as well." The other Triceraton answered. "Gah!" The well-dressed Triceraton cried out in annoyance. "They were concurred, brought here for our entertainment, and now they think that some thick-headed fools are going to lead them to freedom? Gah, worthless the lot of them." He paused for a minute, thinking. "Was all of the humans or was it a particular one?" "One, the uh, "the other Triceraton started as he looked through a device on his wrist, "the one that is a Woodpecker." "Right, the Woodpecker, there wouldn't happen to be something that hunts those things would there?" "It says here that there was something, they called it a buzzard. Apparently, it hunted one Woodpecker in particular for years, leaving a trail of bodies in it's wake." "Perfect! Get me someone that we've made into a buzzard, if we don't have one then make one. Tomorrow, we throw him and the Woodpecker into the arena, project it to all the inmates, and let them watch as their hope dies along side the Woodpecker." "Yes sir." |
| During the conversation with the Triceraton, Filly had quietly snuck away because she didn't think she could contribute anything with that, but she had been beside the waste basket during that whole coversation and heard everything, she needed to warn her friends! |
| "I'm sort of surprised that you were willing to say all of that," said Mitch. "Military history has been an interest of mine for a long time," said Zach. "Didn't think that it might potentially inspire a potential rebellion. But, keep this in mind - rebellion will be difficult, even with help." |
| Chuckling, Mitch only nodded. "True, to be honest, I kind of ran a few in highschool, like this one time when the principle switched all the snacks with powdered donuts. Led all the students and faculty to sit infront of his door till he put all the normal, healthy snacks back." Hearing this, Anna raised a brow. "Powdered donuts? Seriously?" "He had a bad addiction and was using school funds to feed into it." Breathing a bit, Mitch too a stood up and began to do a few exercises. Seeing this, Zach raised a brow. "What are you doing?" Switching from jumping-jacks to push-ups, Mitch took a breathe to relax a bit. "I don't know why, but I feel like I need to get ready." |
| "Sounds like these dinos can't tell the difference between a woodpecker and a skunk," said Zach, after they heard the information. "Probably can't even tell the difference between fact and fiction if they're looking for a buzzard to fight you." |
| "True, but I shouldn't underestimate the opponent. Never know what might happen." Leans down to Filly, letting her into his feathers so she can rest and eat. |
| Taking a seat as Filly feeds from his blood, Mitch began to think. But wasn't long before a idea came to mind. "I think I got a idea. Based from the triceratron we spoke to at lunch, there targeting me cause I started a conversation with him. So, what if I keep eyes on me. While the fight goes on, speak to the prisoners, give them a reason to rebel." Hearing this, Zach, Anna, and Filly looked to him as if he just turned into a coocoo-bird. It wasn't long before Zach snapped out of it before putting in his two cents. "Are you nuts?! You could get killed in there!" |
| "They're not going to give me a choice on the fight." Mitch pointed out. "If we're going to make it out, now's our best chance." The others looked to each other and Zach let out a sigh. "If this is going to work, then you need to win this, you know that right?" "Yeah, how bad can this guy possible be?" |
| "Best worst case, he's just going to kill you," said Zach. "Worst worst, he's going to kill you slowly, painfully, and enjoy it." |
| Thinking about it, Mitch began to seriously start writing his last will and testaments. "Worse comes to worse, you all escape safely without me. Better to save the many then a single person." |
| "Better idea is to plan to win," said Zach. "Figure out the other guy's weaknesses and such." |
| It was then Filly came out to put her two cents in. "One problem. I went around the whole station to find the opponent and came up with nothing." Thinking, they all began thinking of what to do. It was then Anna had a idea. It was crazy, but it just might work. |
| "Something tells me that they'll try to abduct some poor fella, again," said Zach. |
| Raising her hand, Anna decided to try giving her idea a shot. "What if you aggravated the fighter so much, he loses focus in the fight. The angrier he gets, the more sloppy his attacks become. Who knows, might be able to issue a challenge to the head honcho of this place to a battle so we use him as a meat shield." |
| "Tell me that we didn't eat any out of that pot." said Zach, somewhat nervous. |
| Mitch and Anna got a bit nervous from it as Zach started to feel a bit queezy as a fowl odor began to fill the room. "Ooh, this can't be good." |
| "I hope that this is nothing serious," said Zach. "I hope that they at least set up a toilet or something similar to what people on Earth use." |
| As the feeling got worse, Mitch took Anna and ran. Seeing them gone, Zach got more worried till his eyes widden as it happen. ~One Hour Later~ Triceratron medic's, and waste units were tending to the cell area and those caught in the zone as a deadly smelly odor filled the area, as well as mops to clean up the mess from what they believe to be of liquid origin. Not far off, Zach, Mitch, Anna, and thankfully unnoticed Filly, were sitting in the arena with other fighters, waiting for the okay to go back. "Huh. So that's how I release the skunk deffense." |
| "Would of been nice if it was someone high up that got hit," Zach said, quietly. |
| "Maybe someone didn't like it and used telepathy or something to mess with it, " said Zach. |
| Looking around, we notice how a couple of triceratrons came running out, saying the stink got up their noses. Chuckling, Mitch only began to wonder just how long they have to stay in the arena. "I'm wondering if we should tell them the secret of de-skunking the area or not." |
| "Might not be a good idea," said Zach. "Bad smells might be something that humanity could use against them." |
| Chuckling, Mitch decided to stand up and take time look around the arena. "Well, some are thinking your dangerous with your, um... destructive weapon. Might even fear you now because of it." |
| "Guess something else that smells similar might prove useful for the Resistance, as it were," said Zach. |
| "Just be sure to aim it at them, and not at us." Taking a few flaps, Mitch began to exercise his wings as he began to practice flying. "Gah!" Only to fall and land on his beak. "Now I just gotta get my wings to work again..." |
| Filly shook her head sorrowfully human born mutants would never be one with their 'animal sides' like animal born |
| "So, here's a question; how many guards are there compared to us?" Zach asked. |
| At this, Filly decided to speak up. "Okay, for the prison area:50. Lunch area:25. Fighting arena, 20 with 2 at each door and exit, including the big bosses seating area. Everywhere else on this station: too many to count. I only get to 200 when I lose count. Too many to keep track of when they keep marching around." |
| "So, at least two hundred guards," said Zach. "So, who is with us when it comes to actually fighting?" |
| Relaxing a bit, Anna stretched a bit as she was popping her muscles to keep them from falling asleep. "So far it's just the four lizards. But the guy we talked to in the lunch area might be in the 50/50 range." |
| Filly was beginning to feel someone needed to find a way to find something to give them the edge |
| Looking to the guards, Mitch noticed a few of them keeping a paticular eye on them. It was almost he can see the fear in them, yet they fail in trying to hide it. "Say, what if we pulled off something to get a few guards on our side. Might be kinda fun to get a bit of extra muscle in our corner." |
| "Might want to be careful with that idea, as I don't see them doing that too easily," said Zach. "Of course, if you found out that their supervisors were going to do something bad to them for doing nothing wrong, maybe." |
| Looking to Filly, Anna gave a grin of pure mirth. Only to see Filly giving the same smile in return. Rubbing her hands together, Filly quickly hopped onto a passing by guard, making sure to stay undetected best she could. 'Time for a little mayhem.' |
| The Gaurd went into a room "Remember when those Turtles came here and totally made a mess of everything?" The Guard joked with another guard "Who knew other Mutants were the thing we needed?" |
| "Got to give them a good reason to fight though," the second guard said. "Otherwise, it will be a bad idea." "You worry too much, Gerx," the first said. |
| Hearing them talk of four turtles got Filly not only thinking, but also to wonder about something she heard about back in her home dimenssion, The Nexus. 'Hm... Four turtles... Could it of been them? If it was then maybe...' |
| Shuffling through his feathers, Mitch pulled a map that used to be hung on the wall outside the lunch area. "Gotcha covered." |
| While Mitch and his friends made preparations for their escape, their captors were standing in a viewing area as their most recent inmate began to awake. "Greetings former human, I am Trecopus, your new owner and master." The former human got on his feet, as he looked around his new environment. The room was completely made of metal, Steel walls and floors, one wall having a wide mirror, and a steel door beneath it with a type of keypad lock. Looking himself over he could see he was now covered in feathers, had wings instead of arms, and a distinct curved beak in front of him. His angered slared as he shouted, "Who the hell are you, what the fuck did you do to me! You get down here right now and I'll show you just how much of my 'Master' you really are!" He threatened, jerking his head as he searched for the voice's origins. "I like this one." Trecopus said to the guard he had been talking to before. "There will be plenty of time for introductions later, right now I have a deal that you would be very inclined to accept." "And why would I do that instead of gutting you like a stuffed pick!" The newly made Vulture called out. "Because when we came to your world, some of you were taken prisoner for experimentation. I only knew about you as the scientists noticed that your brain had a particular region that was larger than it should've been, increasing your aggression. They wanted to remove it and experiment with it to better understand your species, I convinced them it would be better if you came to work for me instead as you are now. So, you can either do as I tell you or be sent back to them and have your brain removed." "And what do I get from staying with you, outside of keeping my brain?" "Wealth, good food, and very pleasurable company." The Buzzard's interest was piqued. "Why?" "See there's a troublesome human that I need killed. Unfortunately, due to his recent speech, I can't simple have him killed by my men. It seems that his confidence in your species resolve has given hope to my other gladiators and now they may think they can oppose me. So I need someone like you to face him in one-on-one combat and kill him. You'll need to do it slowly, painfully, he needs to be begging for his death before you end him to snuff out any hope these morons have of escaping. So, you do this, and you'll live a better life then most in here, agreed?" The Bizzard gave a sort of crooked smile with his beak, "Yeah, I think we do." |
| The triceraton prisoner came over to the group. "Besides your species' history, what makes you so sure of their victory?" "Because losing just doesn't sit kindly upon our forces, especially if we believe that we can still fight, we'll keep fighting, even when we've lost an arm, a leg, vital organs, even even our next breath is to be out last, we keep fighting, if only to spit upon the foe," said Zach. "One last act of defiance before Death comes to claim us. As it is, one of our most effective weapons is our most primitive." "And what would that be?" the triceraton asked "Battle Music," said Zach. "One moment, you think you're winning, and the next, every Public Announcement System starts playing something. It sounds like a few voices, half a dozen at most, at first. It might not even be fight or battle related, at first. But then, you start hearing it, not from the PA System, but down the street, behind you, in front of you, to the left, to the right, above you, maybe even under you. A thousand and more voices, all singing that song, all aiming their weapons at you. Then, at the same time, every weapon starts firing, each bullet, on up, with your name upon it. Then, upon your tombstone, it will be written that you was killed by Thunderstruck." "Thunderstruck?" the triceraton asked. "I know lighting strikes, but thunder doesn't do anything but make noise." "It's the name of a song by a group called AC/DC, who love playing loud music, and it's rather popular," said Zach. "If enough people know a song, and how it goes, you can time anything to it, even the opening salvos of a counter-attack. Still, being killed while listening to Thunderstruck is probably less embarrassing than being killed by listening to The Birthday Song." |
| "What is this 'Birthday Song?'" He asked. "It's, something we sing to celebrate the day when somebody was born. It's cute when you're a kid but gets embarrassing when you get older." Zach explained. "Do you celebrate the day they were born every year?" He asked. "Yeah, what do you do?" "Nothing, we just live." He said, giving Zach a scoff, as if he saw their celebration as childish. |
| "Then, what sort of things do you celebrate?" Zach asked. "My folks liked to enjoy an exceptionally nice meal on their wedding anniversary, then there's the holidays, which tend to have a feast of one sort or another. Sometimes, folks have enough spare money that they decide to just have a party anyways, especially if things have been really good, or if things have been really bad." "Why would they have a party if things have been bad?" the triceraton asked. "A moment of happiness can make hard times more bearable," said Zach. "Sometimes a small bit of good news is worth a celebration." |
| Filly Flea meanwhile was looking for an unoccupied computer that maybe she could find more information from... |
| After a hour, and many faceplants, Mitch was up and flying around, getting a sky view of all who was in the arena. |
| Unfortunately, it was short lived as a guard shot him with a tranquilizer, causing him to crash to the ground. "Ugh... darn it... not a... again..." And like that he was out as the medics came and hauled him away. |
| Back with Filly, she jumped from key to key, searching for the four turtles who could possible help them. |
| Waking up, Mitch rubbed the headache in his brain as he realized he was somewhere new while chained to a chair. "Well, this can't bold well." It was then a door opened from the side as he watched somebody walk in. |
| The triceratops came over to Zach. "I just heard something that might cause issues for your friend." "What would that be?" Zach asked. "Seems that they've found a vulture." |
| Back with Mitch, he watches as a triceratron walks in with a vulture mutant follows up behind him, grinning like a mad man, er, bird. "Well now, look who is finally up. Now we can discuss a little idea I have, that is, if you ever want to see your home again." |
| "Yeah right, we all know you'll never let us go." Mitch grumbled. "Let's just say that thing have changed." The Triceratron said. "Changed how?" "The Ring master has decided that we might be able to get some more entertaining fights if we allow certain, 'popular' individuals, a chance to win their freedom." The Triceratron explained. "So, here's the deal, you're going to get into a death match with this guy here," he gestured to the grinning vulture, "and if you win, you go home. Simple as that." "If I refuse?" Mitch asked. "You're fighting him tomorrow regardless of how you feel." He answered. "If you don't want to go home, then ask for something else, either way someone is going to die." He then left his cell, the Vulture following behind and drawing one of his feathers across his neck. |
| Zach was looking at the Triceratron prisoner. "So, besides these folks finding a vulture sort, what else do you know?" "The fight between them is to be to the death," the prisoner said. "Clearly whomever runs these events is an idiot," said Zach. "Just killing someone is seen as a bad idea, even when such things are done on Earth." "So, there have been gladiators on Earth before?" the Triceratron asked. Zach nodded. "While there were indeed deaths during the fights, most of the time, it was usually seen as a good gesture to allow the vanquished to live, especially if they fought well," the skunk said. "That being said, one of the most famous was a man named Spartacus. He, among other gladiators, lead a slave revolt, called the Third Servile War, and with an army of a hundred thousand escaped and freed slaves, he terrorized the heart of the Roman Republic, for several years. No one the Romans sent could defeat him, initially because they viewed him as if he was an ordinary raider as it were, which should of been easily dealt with, using local militia forces. Problem for the Romans was that their main military forces were fighting along the borders of the republic, and given the technology of the time, it took time for the professional military to learn about it, as well as time to travel in force to deal with it. Thus, Spartacus and his forces spent a few years raiding the countryside. Although, to be fair, no one knows what his ultimate motives were." "So, what happened?" the triceratron asked. "Eventually, he was defeated, initially betrayed by pirates that were supposed to take his force to Sicily, and then attacked by forces under this Roman general that didn't tolerate failure too well," said Zach. "The survivors were crucified, but Spartacus's body was supposedly not found." "So, what do you suggest?" the triceratron asked. "Step one - Secure Keys, Step 2 - Steal Weapons, Step 3 - Unleash Hell, Step 4 - Try to not die," said Zach. The triceraton chuckled. "You make it sound so simple," he said. "Easier to remember," said Zach. "Find those that are willing to fight. We need to make our move as soon as possible." |
| It was then Mitch was thrown back into the arena, as two triceratron guards head to the med bay to get fixed up from Mitch's pecks and clawing. Dusting himself off, he walked over to Zach and the triceratron gladiator before tossing two sets of key to them. "Thought these might come in handy. Guess ya heard of the death match coming up? Are the odds with me, or against me?" |
Back with Filly Hoping around on the keyboard Filly was becoming angrier as she continued to fail to figure out how to E-mail the turtles. 'HOW IS THIS SO DIFFICULT!' She screamed in her head. |
| Zach looked at Mitch. "We'd be better off making the escape before the fight," the skunk said. "Or, if you're up to it, the fight could be the distraction needed." |
| Sighing, Mitch decided to make the call. Walking to the door, and confusing Zach and Anna a little bit, Mitch knocked on the door, alerting the guard on the other side. "Hey! Tell the commander of yours I made my decission, and I wish to make a deal, if, and only if my friends come with to be part of it." |
| As the Tryceratons left, Filly hoped out of her hiding place and jumped back onto the Keyboard. "Comon, there has to be some way to—" She stopped as soon as she saw an icon on the screen that read CALL. "It can't be that easy." She mumbled as she clicked the icon. The screen that changed to show a phone vibrating as it attempted to call the turtles. "It couldn't have been that easy." Then there was a click as a symbol popped up, show four turtle heads organized in a 2X2 pattern, each one wearing a different colored mask. "Hello?" Came a nerdy voice from the computer as the icon lite up as the voice spoke. "Uh, id this the Turtles, the ones that escaped the Tryceratons?" She asked. |
| "Who the shell are you?" The Nerdy Voice asked in response "I'm a Mutant Animal just like you." Filly said "Specifically I'm a Flea." "A Flea? Seriosly?" "Yes, I had to jump on a keyboard to message you." "OK just want to let you know I have a brother who can't stand bugs..." |
| "How about a bobcat, a woodpecker, and a skunk?" Filly asked. "Plus a bunch of others." |
| 'Holy Shell...' Don thought knowing how Bishop learned of their existance 'Did we cause other mutants to be created?!' |
| "Shell!" Don exclaimed "All right, you have my attention, we know a certain someone Professor Honeycutt maybe he can get us into space." |
| Filly wondered how they didn't know. Wasn't there those things that told others things? |
| It was then rows of soldiers lined the arena seats with blasters armed and aimed. And stepping through the door was the leader with the vulture right behind him. "So, you made your choice then? What is it you choose?" |
| "You add my friends to your deal or it's nothing!" Mitch called out. The Tryceraton chuckled at his gaul, before turning to the Vulture. "Make it entertaining." As he left, the Vulture turned towards Mitch and gave a predatory grin. "Oh, I will." |
| Just thought I'd let you know Wolf, I have a new fanfic I put in the Punch Out section called 'Liberty of the Soul' "You really do need to hurry..." Filly said to Don "...I don't know how much longer we can last!" |
| Zach looked at the vulture. "We're going to need to kill him." "What do you mean?" Mitch asked. "He's got a look in his eyes, the kind that says he gets pleasure out of killing," said Zach. "My cousin has told me about such things, with some of those they've had to deal with." "So, what do we do?" Mitch asked. "As JW once said, 'There's two reasons to kill; Survival, and Meat.' In this case, survival is what we need to focus on," said Zach. "Of course, if you're squeamish, break his wings and legs." "I'm surprised that you're willing to think about such things," said Mitch. "My family has either been cops or military," said Zach. "There's plenty I know about." |
| Nodding in understanding, Mitch patted Zach's back. "In that case, think you can help negotiate a way for the fight to be in ten days from now, to kind of help me get trained up. Possibly figure a plan for the escape?" Twiga, I have heard of your new story, just been a bit busy due to kids getting sick in school lately. Will look into it soon though. |
| "Wish me luck," said Zach. "We'll need it." He stepped up. "Hey! Mr. Large-and-In-Charge Three-Horn!" The vulture looked at the Tricaraton leader. "I think that the skunk is talking to you." "Was that some sort of insult?" the leader asked. "No, it's the name of a character from a Don Bluth series called The Land Before Time," the vulture said. "First few were good, but the rest, eh, kinda meh. Fourteen movies, TV series, video game, and the merchandising. Got kids hooked on dinosaurs for a about a decade or so though, along with the Jurassic Park stuff." "So, who was this Mr. Three-Horn?" the Leader asked. "Over-protective father of one of the main characters," the vulture said. "A triceratops named Cera." "So, they think that I'm some sort of overly protective father," the leader said, with a chuckle. "Not necessarily," said the vulture. "He was depicted as being arrogant, stubborn, and, in many cases, often wrong in his choices." "Mmm, might as well see what they want anyways," the leader said. They went to a clearer spot. "What do you want?" "Oh, some time for my friends and I to learn how to use our abilities," said Zach. "Why do you say that?" the leader asked. "At the moment, we barely know the basics of how to use our abilities," said Zach. "The fight, if it could be called that, wouldn't be very entertaining. Besides, right now, your forces are finding out that us humans don't give up so easily. You're probably hearing how troops, once confident in their armor, are finding themselves being injured, if not killed." "What do you mean?" the leader asked. "To Paraphrase the Engineer, after figuring out that our normal guns, like those that fire the nearly universal .223 round, might not be that effective, the solution is, 'Use more gun', such as those that use .308 rifle rounds, or 12 gauge shotgun slugs," said Zach. "After all, every Cajun and other such swamp folk knows how to kill a lizard not to dissimilar to your sort, and they'll freely tell everyone to aim for the quarter-sized spot, in the back of your skulls." The leader's eyes widened at this. "You shoot them in the back of the head!" "If you ever tangled with an alligator, you'd learn that trick right quick," said Zach. "He's got a point there," said the vulture. "So, why two weeks?" the Leader asked, looking back at Zach. "To make the fight more entertaining," said Zach. "Your troops will need the entertainment by then." |
| "Very well," the Leader said. "Put your time to good use at entertaining us." |
| "Hold it! We have demands for if he wins. It's only fair to the victor to earn a prize." Hearing this, the triceratron began to fume. "A prize?! Why should I give a dumb prize to the victor? It's" Chuckling, Zach only looked the leader in the eyes. "In our ancient Roman history, we too had a collesseum where the rulers gave rewards to the victor as a way to gain the trust of said victor and the people he governs. Now tell me, do you wish to keep your audience entertained?" |
| Meanwhile Filly had escaped from under the door and she was hearing what her friends was saying |
| Clearing his throught, Zach looked the leader in the eye. "If he wins, he is to be treated by your best medical officers for any and all injuries he sustains in the fight, and to have his choice in weapon for any future fights." |
| How much longer is this campfire going to go on? Filly was beginning to worry someone was beginning to suspect her existance... |
| Zach did wonder about when would be a good point to stop. Surely some sort of superhero had heard what was going on. |
| (To be fair Twiga, I got no clue when to end it.😋 I mainly made it to see how long we can make it.😋) The triceratron sighed. "Fine. That is do able. And to make it fair, he'll have a weapon of his own to practice with, but only in the collesseum." |
| At the end of the meeting, they were all escorted back to the call block, finding it both clean and smelled of pine. After filly told them what she managed to do, they began to plan out what to do through the week as Mitch trained in the collesseum with a pair of butterfly swords and hand guns. |
| Due to a three way vote, this campfire is here by over. Thank you for participating everyone! The End! |
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