Chapter 5: Characters: Joe: Wyatt: Crystal: Sev: Caribou: Brit: I couldn't find a good picture, but imagine one of those annoying people at like a sporting event trying to sell something. --- *several days pass in which all of our characters go through vigorous training. Except caribou, he ate noodles.* Wyatt: Let's go to a tournament! Caribou: Dude, I weigh 20 more pounds then I did previously. Wyatt: Good to hear! Building that muscle mass! Caribou: ... Fat... Lipids... Tryglycerides... Joe: getting all science-y on us eh? TO THE DUNGEON! Crystal: I wanna win the grand prize. The winner gets to meet a "special visitor". Maybe it's a guy with abs. Hawt. Sev: You cannot beat me, you foolish grasshopper. Wyatt: TO THE TOURNAMENT! *They ride a bus to the tournament* Brit: FEBREZE! GET YOUR FEBREZE HERE! FRESH FEBREZE! Joe: umm... Shouldn't you be selling popcorn or something for the audience? Brit: It's my party I can do what I want Joe: It's a fighting tournament... Brit: It's friday friday time to get down on friday! Joe: ... It's wednesday... What are you on? Whatever it is, i'll take 4. Brit: So here's my number, so call me maybe. Joe: You sound like a bad radio station... Wyatt: AND ALL THE OTHER GUYS TRY TO CHASE ME, BUT HERE'S MY NUMBER, SO CALL ME MAYBE! Sev: I... Just... Asdfghjkl Caribou: POPCORN!! Wyatt: ssshhh. Fluffy birds don't need popcorn, they have enough hipster yolo to survive. Crystal: Dear god why. Brit: Oh, the locker rooms are down the stairs, left for girls, right for guys. --- Lots of craziness.
Chapter 6: Characters: Joe: Wyatt: Crystal: Sev: Caribou: Brit: I couldn't find a good picture, but imagine one of those annoying people at like a sporting event trying to sell something. --- Caribou: I don't want to fight. Crystal: Sucks, go change in to your caribou suit or whatever. Let's meet on the east side of the arena Joe: Mkay. *Everyone goes and takes the "wonder pill" which protects their vital organs* Sev: I wonder who my first opponent is... Hmm. Crystal: Hopefully 2 of us make it to the finals so it'll be all clichè. But probably 3 of us will make it to the semi's, and 1 guy will win against 1 of us, then 1 of us will have to beat a friend. Because that's even clichè-er. Wyatt: I hope I make it to the finals. Joe: ... You're a- Wyatt: HUSH!!! --- This one is short, I need people who want to be in the story for the fights in the arena. ?Plus, lots of changes will happen to one of the main characters.