[Z]

Sixteen TiBB Members. One remote location. A fight to the death using whatever means possible. Only one survivor. How did they get there? Who are they? Who will win?


COMING SOON.

[Firewire]

ooh.

[Jen]

Jen wins.
End.

Ohai Greg.

[LemonJam]

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[Ninastar]

Originally Posted by LemonJam

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[Jen]

Originally Posted by LemonJam

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Such an edit.

:P

[LemonJam]

Originally Posted by Jen

Such an edit.

:P

No bitch is gonna know my name.

[Jen]

Originally Posted by LemonJam

No bitch is gonna know my name.

IKR. They would have too much power in knowing your name, Tanisha.

[LemonJam]

Originally Posted by Jen

IKR. They would have too much power in knowing your name, Tanisha.

[Z]

Prologue

Shaun’s head felt like it was going to explode. This was not unusual after a night out, but somewhere in his thumping head, he was sure that he hadn’t been out the night before. He couldn’t even open his eyes, and whenever he did, sunshine blazed and he couldn’t keep them open. It slowly dawned on him that he was outside, and he was lying down on the ground and that it was extremely uncomfortable. He could feel, every now and then, a cool breeze dance over him, taunting him. Shaun summoned the strength to lift his arm up and shield his eyes from the harsh glare of the sun, and managed to open his eyes. He sat bolt upright. He was sitting in an extremely derelict, brick building. Where there might once have been windows, were square-ish outposts of sunlight. The roof didn’t exist, apart from in one corner, and he could see a palm tree towering over the small brick building.

He immediately tried to think of what had happened to him the night before, this certainly wasn’t home, but he couldn’t remember what had happened to him. He had no short term memories of what had happened to him recently – he could remember everything about himself, his family, who his friends were, but he had no recollection of events. It was a peculiar and frustrating feeling, and he began to get very angry, resorting to hitting his head against the wall to try and spark some kind of memory. What Shaun didn’t expect, however, was for his head to hit against the wall and spark a fire. Suddenly, before he could take anything in, the entire wall he had been headbutting was alight. Shaun stumbled back dumbfounded, stunned, and marvelling. Had he just caused a fire? No, came the immediate response, as a second Molotov cocktail was thrown at the brick hut; this time cascading through the space where a window would have been, and obliterating across the floor behind Shaun.

Shaun darted out of the flaming hut, his senses on red alert, and he strafed round the side of the hut. He saw a familiar person, throwing Molotov cocktails at the hut, but this was the wrong kind of familiar. It wasn’t a friend, or a relative, but a forum friend. LemonJam.
“James?!” Shaun shouted in disbelief.

LemonJam, James, turned to stare at Shaun in shock. Shaun beamed at him, and ran towards his virtual friend. “James, what the ****?! Am I in Guernsey or something?!”

“Shaun?” James’ voice was paralysed with nerves. “Uh, what are you doing here?”

“How the **** did I end up on this ****ing island? GREGJLSWTF.”

“What’s GREGJLSWTF?” James frowned. “Um, this isn’t anywhere near Great Britain, as far as I’m aware. Uh, Shaun, I can’t talk to you, this is so weird but I’m assuming you don’t know yet, so let’s get out of here.” James grabbed Shaun by the arm, just as a rubber bullet embedded itself in the sand by James’ feet. “Shit!” James shrieked, as he started to sprint away from the flaming hut, pulling Shaun along with him.

“What the ****! What the ****!” Shaun couldn’t stop screaming as they ran. “Somebody just tried to shoot me!”

Meanwhile, amongst the shrubbery and trees, a girl called Caitlin was perched in the branches of a tall tree. On her lap sat a sniper rifle; a belt of rubber bullets across her chest, and a pissed off, mercenary look on her face. She spat out the gum she was chewing, and she muttered under her breath. “Next time...”

Shaun and James continued to run along the beach, the fear of being shot slowly disappearing as they put distance between their selves and the hut. James guided Shaun up into the undergrowth, and off the beach, to cover from any further sniper shots.

“James, seriously, what’s going on?” Shaun asked between breaths.

“Let me catch my breath,” James wheezed back, before eventually regaining his composure. “Just like you, I woke up not knowing what was going on. I woke up in a treehouse, and I thought I must have been really drunk last night or something and lost my house keys, so I poke my head out and find I’m in the middle of a jungle. Scary ****, right? So anyway, I freak out over that for a while, and then I hear somebody walking through the jungle, so I look out the window, and I’m all ready to start shouting for help, when I see Jen!”

“What, as in TiBB Jen?!” Shaun asked, incredulous.

“The very one and same. And I **** you not, she’s wandering around with a huge ****-off knife in her hand. So of course, I’m like wut, but I throw caution to the wind and shout her name. She looks right up at me, looks like she’s away to **** herself out of fear, and then she faints. So I rush down from the treehouse, just as she wakes up again, and she says she’d already seen so many weird things that that was the last straw.”

“Right, but that doesn’t explain why we were getting shot at.”

“Let me finish. At that point, I ask her about the knife, and she asks me didn’t I get one too? So we go up into the tree house, and discover a chest full of Molotov cocktails, just ready to be lit, and Jen says to me ‘oh James, thank you’, and at that point she tries to push me out of the treehouse. Luckily I didn’t, I managed to fight back, and she ends up falling out of the treehouse. I grabbed my trunk full of Molotovs, and climbed down, and then checked on Jen. She was still alive, but she was in a bad way, and she whispers to me ‘I was only following orders, you have to do the same.’”

“So let me get this straight, you’re saying that Jen, your best friend on TiBB, tried to kill you and she was only doing so because she was following orders? Whose orders? What? That doesn’t make sense?” Shaun looked vaguely unimpressed.

“That’s what I thought, but then she feebly grabs the pocket of my shorts, an-”

“Aha! I always knew something would happen between you t-”

“Let me stop you right there. She grabs the pocket of my shorts, and starts pulling out-”

“HA! I knew it!”

“Shaun! Let me finish. She starts pulling out a picture from my pocket, which I never even realised was there, and on it were fifteen faces, all about the size of a passport photo, but they were all faces that I recognised. Three rows of five. And just above these photos, was a title, in big, bold, red letters, and d’you know what it said, Shaun?”

“What?” Shaun asked, suddenly quiet.

“Kill. And unless I’m very much mistaken, you probably have one too.”

Shaun looked fearful for a moment, and then reached into his pocket (seriously guys, it’s not sexual, stop reading into this) and slowly pulled out (Conor, seriously.) a picture. On this picture were the faces of fifteen people that he knew. Fifteen people that he didn’t know, but did know. These were the faces of fifteen TiBB members.

“But why?” Shaun asked. “We don’t have to do this. I know it’s pretty explicit, the subliminal messaging is quite clear and all, but we don’t have to do this. And where are we, sorry?”

“That’s what figures into it. Look on the other side of the picture. It’s a note, Shaun, a note from whoever’s behind this.”

Shaun read the note:

Dear TiBB users,
Welcome to my little game. The sixteen of you are here as a consequence of your own actions, and the reason for your being here is because of the gravity of your actions. You see, you are all what I call the scum of TiBB. You have spammed your way to high post counts, you’ve whiled away so many hours, days, weeks, years of your sad little lives on my domain, and you’ve just been so annoying. So, I’ve had enough. While I swapped the site’s host, I also decided to swap you all. Only one of you can return to TiBB, and so you’re going to kill each other off, until there is merely one of you left. Oh, and just in case you don’t already feel the incentive to start playing the game immediately – just so you know, I’ve opened applications for a moderating spot. I may or may not choose Conzors, unless the last man standing emerges within 48 hours.
Good luck,
Mark the Admin

“Sick bastard!” Shaun hollered at the piece of paper in anger, and then looked up to rant to James about how unjust this whole thing was, but James was nowhere to be seen. He was gone, and Shaun was all alone.

End of prologue

[LemonJam]

ROFLMAO I love this so ****ing much!

Brilliant read.

[Shaun]

oh my ****ing god.
i LOVE this.
i love you greg. <3

[Ninastar]

PMSL!!!! Loved that!

[Jen]

Moar pls.

[Ninastar]

http://images.google.co.uk/images?hl...=2&aq=null&oq=

[Kaz]

Brilliant, Greg.

[Novo]

Originally Posted by Ninastar

http://images.google.co.uk/images?hl...=2&aq=null&oq=

[Novo]

“Sick bastard!” Shaun hollered at the piece of paper

^

LOL!!!!!

[30stone]

Have you ever seen "The Condemned"

Was a good read i always enjoy, well mostly enjoy these sorta things.

[Tom4784]

Originally Posted by 30stone

Have you ever seen "The Condemned"

Was a good read i always enjoy, well mostly enjoy these sorta things.

Do yourself a favour and watch Battle Royale, The Condemmed's a pale imitation of it.

[Z]

Chapter One

Jonathan couldn’t quite believe the irony of the situation. He too had woken up, utterly confused, and much like Jen, James, Shaun and all the others in the same predicament, he had quickly realised what he had to do. The irony of his situation was, he felt, taking the biscuit. Everyone had been given a different kind of weapon. James had Molotovs, Jen had a knife, Caitlin had a sniper, although Jonathan had not met any of these people yet.

What Jonathan had been given was a firewire. He wasn’t quite sure what to do with it at first, but then eventually he supposed he would have to use it as some kind of garrotte and choke anyone he came across. Sphincter. Jonathan is underage, by the way, I could probably get arrested for those comments. In fact, Jonathan did not have a firewire, he had a reeeally huge gu- oh for crying out loud. Firewire it is then. Jonathan had spent at least an hour wandering through the jungle, with no luck at finding anyone else. He had immediately recognised Emily on the photo, how could he not, she was the love of his virtual life. He wondered if she missed home, or school (wait...), like he was beginning to. He didn’t like being in this jungle. He didn’t want to kill people. Jonathan began to frown, and felt a pang of depression. At that exact instant, Jonathan disintegrated into dust. Ross, in a gigantic robot exo skeleton, had just fired a heat ray at Jonathan, thus eliminating him from the game (and a subtle hint to **** TiBB!)

Ross’ exo skeleton was by far the coolest weapon in the game. He was indestructible, he had a heat ray that could make things disappear, and he was destined to be a moderator. He continued to stalk through the forest, trying to seek out someone else to kill (btw Jonathan, don’t leave TiBB, I think you’re great :P) and was, therefore, stunned when he felt a dent to the back of his exo skeletal skull. He turned around, wondering what on earth it could have been, when he received a similar dent to the visor of his exo skeleton. A crack appeared in it, and his vision was now splintered. Ross fired his heat ray in the general direction of where he thought it had come from, although what ‘it’ was, he did not know. He flipped up his visor in order to see better, and realised that it was Twilight with a harpoon gun.

“Emily!” Ross bellowed, firing numerous shots at her. She dodged them all with grace and finesse.

“Ross! I saw what you did to Jonathan, and I’m not happy!”

“Don’t make me hurt you Emily!” Ross shouted, as she fired another harpoon at him.

“You killed my boyfriend!” Emily shrieked at him, as Ross sent another heat ray at her, which she jumped over.

“You fired a harpoon at my head!”

“My career’s been put on hold because of this!” Emily, aka Twilight Twitty (new single out on the 19th of October btw yeah) retorted.

“But think of the story you could sell to the magazines! Welshman in robot suit, with nice hair, killed the love of my life in horrific heat ray fight. It’d do wonders for your single sales!” Ross fired one more shot at Emily, who easily evaded the shot, and ceased fire on Ross.

“You know, you’re right...” Emily agreed. “I think we could be onto something here, Ross, let’s say we call it a truce for now and work the details of this thing out?”


Elsewhere, a battle hardened warrior sat sharpening his spear (Conor, I’m not even kidding, stop it). He was a gentleman, a scholar, and a knight. A knight of the Brotherhood. Andy had admittedly been scared when he first realised the gravity of the situation, as had everybody else, but he had regained his cool far faster than any of the rest of them. He had been given a spear and a shield – a little old fashioned, some might say, but it meant he had protection from long distance weapons, and a form of attack for up close fights.

He had already been involved in a four way (I’m not even going to bother) fight with MarkWaldorf, GhettoSuperstar and Darenn, but Andy had been intimidated by their sheer fierceness and had run away (from those nagging gay thoughts, eh Andy? Yeah you know what I’m talking about.), not because he had been overwhelmed, but because they had ganged up on him (Conor, I swear to God if you even start thinking about gang rape, I’m going to castrate you in your sleep. NO, THAT ISN’T SEXUAL EITHER. STOP!) and he valued his life, he wasn’t going to fight silly battles.

He was disappointed in himself for running away, but then he supposed that any sensible member of the Brotherhood would have done likewise. He had been plotting his revenge on the threesome (...) for hours now, and he had finally come up with a plan that would work. He had seen Lauren traipsing around with a mace, but she had looked tired and fatigued, so Andy had tracked her and had found her sleeping on the ground. He tied her up, which had, of course, woken her. She had screamed at first, but she realised that Andy wasn’t trying to kill her, or rape her, or do anything harmful to her, all he seemed to be doing was messing up her appearance. He had smeared mud across her face (I need to stop setting up these jokes, although admittedly they are totally win) and he’d messed up her hair, he’d ripped her clothes, and while it was weird, she no longer felt like she was in immediate danger.

Lauren currently lay some ten feet away from Andy, in the middle of a clearing. Andy had told her what to do, and while it confused her, she was going to do it. She wasn’t sure why – this guy had tied her up, but she trusted him enough to do what he said. He gave her the signal, and then he slipped behind a tree.

“GOSSIP GIRL XOXO!” Lauren shouted at the top of her voice, the sound echoing through the trees. And then, from nowhere, appeared MarkWaldorf.

“Gurl wut?” He looked at her like she was mad. “You’re not Doug?”

“I’m here!” GhettoSuperstar called, entering the clearing.

“Well then who the hell called our codeword?” Mark sounded puzzled.

“Why did it have to be Gossip Girl xoxo? I wanted Sam Sparro.” Darenn appeared.

“Well, stupid, if it was Sam Sparro, then Sam! might have heard the Sam part and appeared too, and then it wouldn’t have worked. God Darenn, you’re so stupid.” (If none of you immediately get that Mean Girls reference, you’re getting a kick in the face.)

“I called your code word.” Lauren said quietly.

“Why? Wait, Lauren, is that you?!” Mark asked.

“Yep.”

“But... but you’re such a mess! A hot mess!”

“All part of my plan!” Andy emerged from behind the tree he had been hiding behind, looking victorious.

“Oh wut.” Doug gulped theatrically.

“And now, I’m going to kill all of you, and get one step closer to the mod spot I’ve always deserved! The Brotherhood needs more moderators within its ranks.”

“Not before I kill them first!” Sam! suddenly appeared behind Mark, using the baseball bat he had for a weapon (heh, that’s kind of one as well, isn’t it?) to restrict Mark’s movements. Similarly, behind Darenn stood Nicky, who used a poster of McFly to the same effect, and behind Doug was Christina, who was using the strap of a digital camera.

“What! You can’t kill them! I want to kill them!” Andy stamped his foot in annoyance. “It’s not fair, I planned this whole set up!”

“Well you snooze or you lose, and I do not do either.” Sam stated matter of factly.

“But it’s not fair!” Andy looked sad.

“Lool!” Sam replied, but what he meant, nobody was sure.

“How did you get Lauren to agree to this? That’s ridiculous! She just let you mess up her hair?!” Mark shouted at Andy.

“Well, to be fair, I’ve already been a moderator, I don’t really want to be one again.” Lauren shrugged her shoulders. “I mean, it’s not like I want to die, I’m just not really wanting to be a mod again, you know?”

Everyone looked at her in disbelief.

“What!” The unanimous response of outrage echoed through the jungle.

“You know what it’s like, you try something once, you don’t need to try it again. It’s not even that great, I mean if I was still a mod, I’d have to give Sam, Christina and Nicky warnings for being abusive to other members and one to Andy for trying to fix the game...”

Meanwhile, in the branches of the tree that Andy had hidden behind, was the mysterious sixteenth participant of the game. He had stayed quiet so far, merely watching the movements of the people beneath him. He was beginning to get impatient, being up there in the foliage, and started to feel a little bit Dezzy...

End of Chapter One.

[Ninastar]

Lmao! omg I love this so much!! your so good zee! x

[Jen]

I love <3

[30stone]

This is Quality keep it coming.

[LemonJam]

pmsl, thi is ace.

Keep the sexual innuendos in plz.