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Don't Eat the Yellow Snow
Topic Started: Oct 16 2015, 11:54 AM (1,543 Views)
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Snow in Kingman. Wonderful. Darius once went with his parents to Flagstaff, Arizona to ski there. It has a wonderful panorama and it was fun. Even when he got a cold there, he had lots of fun with the games he brought with him. Man, what did he play at the Ski Resort, again? Metroid Prime Hunters, if he recalled correctly. Fun times.

Snow in Kingman, a rarity. The snow was light, so Darius had to hurry. He picked up snow from the street and formed a snowball.

There was not enough snow here for a snowman, but it was enough for a sweet-looking snowball that was destined to be smashed into somebody's face. No, not face. Torso or balls. More fun than face. No throwing things at faces anymore. Bad memories.

Darius positioned himself behind a corner of the street. He hid there. He watched out.

And then he waited for his first victim to come.
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((Jeremy Frasier's Memories, continued from Everything You've Always Wanted to Know))

Snow. The condensing of cold air up in the sky into random solid things that get affected by gravity and fall upon the ground to be stepped on by humans before melting. Something like that, anyway; Jeremy never really bothered to find out what snow was, since he had never seen it enough to be amazed at what it was until he was too old for it. That was one of the problems of living in Kingman, the weather was never really anything interesting. Sun, sun, some rain, and then more sun.

That wasn’t to say that Jeremy didn’t hate snow. Quite the opposite, in fact. Only real reason that he was out here walking right now was because of the snow. It felt nice, in a way. Cool and chill without being fucking freezing. He wasn’t even wearing a jumper or anything. He was just trudging through the snow, just kinda looking at the snow covered buildings, seeing how much more different Kingman was when the snow came down.

He thought that Kingman would feel a little bit more apocalyptic when the snow came down. It wasn’t, really. Sure, he couldn’t see many people about, but the places he walked normally had barely anyone there so this wasn’t much different. It was Kingman as normal with a little touch of white, which was boring.

He had gone to his normal stopping point for his walks, the playground at Sumac park. The swings and the park bench were too wet, so he decided to head back a little early. He was walking down a footpath now, a couple turns from his house. Then maybe he could see if he could beat Barthalandus. He needed to get FFXIII done soon, something he couldn't do with a boss that awful in his way.
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Nathan liked snow; it happened rarely enough in Kingman to be a fun novelty rather than an annoyance, allowing him to look forward to bundling up and tromping around in it instead of dreading it. The city always seemed a little emptier, muffled by the snow that blanketed it. This snow wasn't quite thick enough to be called a blanket yet, but there was a chance of more in the forecast for the evening, so he could hope that there would be enough to maybe get school delayed on Monday. (He had English first thing in the morning, so even slight delays were a blessing.)

Nathan let his mind wander as he walked, focusing vaguely on his breath misting as he exhaled. He was pretty tired from rehearsal at the moment, so his thoughts were turned more to getting home and curling up with a warm drink and one of his new comics than enjoying the winter scenery. Still, walking through the snow was a nice way to try and unwind a bit before then, even if he was lugging his dance bag.

Unfortunately, the peace of his afternoon was about to be shattered as he approached the street corner.
"Art enriches the community, Steve, no less than a pulsing fire hose, or a fireman beating down a blazing door. So what if we're drawing a nude man? So what if all we ever draw is a nude man, or the same nude man over and over in all sorts of provocative positions? Context, not content! Process, not subject! Don't be so gauche, Steve, it's beneath you."
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A target was acquired.

There were two people on the street, but Darius could only hit one of them, as the other person was too far away and he wasn't MLG enough to hit Lovegrove from this distance. So he quickly decided to quickly hit his victim. Jeremy Frasier. Wannabe-funny-guy who was sometimes funny and they are kinda acquaintances with similiar interests. He liked him, but that didn't stop him from getting rid of his snowball by throwing it into someone else. And now was the perfect opportunity.

When he came out of the corner he was ready to fire his snowball. Though he wished he could snow a fireball.

"Hiya, Frasier!"

Darius aimed for the balls. He hoped to hit them.
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Jeremy always kinda wished his life were a little bit more exciting.

He wished that there was a little more action around here, some variety. Something that would give life a little more spark and make each day different. He supposed that was due to the constant manga he read during grade five. The early exposure to it probably made him want to emulate it, which led to him becoming the way he was. Chained to the ground while trying to float away, that was Jeremy Frasier, or something like that.

So when Darius Van Dyke - A person that shared Jeremy’s interests but who Jeremy couldn’t be friends with because he was a massive dickface - announced that he was going to throw a snowball at him, something awoke inside him. Well, not really, but he kinda felt ready for it, in a way. The snowball went towards his crotch, but he had moved in time so that his dick didn’t get hit.

He didn’t dodge it entirely though, and he felt something hit his leg. He fell, sticking his hands out in front of him to cushion his blow. They hit the concrete, and scrape across it slightly. He stayed there, feeling something going through him. Exhilaration? Maybe, maybe not. He wasn’t sure about that.

He was sure about one thing, though. He was going to fucking kill Darius.
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So much for peace and quiet.

Nathan wasn't overly surprised to see Darius Van Dyke assaulting random passers-by with snowballs, to be honest, but he still wasn't prepared for it. When Jeremy went down in front of him, Nathan instinctively backpedaled, catching himself as his feet slipped on the damp sidewalk. It took a moment to process what was happening here, but once he did, he sighed.

Darius, Darius. Why do you have to be such a massive jerk? Now Jeremy was probably pissed, and Nathan was left with three options: stand there and watch the chaos unfold, try to run past and just get home, or join in the fray. Running would probably just get him a snowball or two in the back, and his legs were sore anyway. And, well, bystander syndrome didn't apply so well when you might be the next target up.

Nathan dropped his bag to the sidewalk and knelt as quickly as his protesting muscles would allow, haphazardly gathering a double-handful of snow.

"Hiya, Van Dyke!" He shouted, echoing Darius's previous yell before letting the snowball fly in his direction.
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That was one of the dumbest snowball dodging manoeuvres Darius had ever seen. Jeremy fell to the ground because of a snowball. Jesus Christ, a fucking snowball, not a stone. Darius did not want to stone him to death with a ball that consisted of frozen water. He did not want to castrate Jeremy with a white ball. It's like Jeremy has never seen snow before. Oh, wait. They were in Kingman.

Anyway, Jeremy lay on the ground for whatever reason that has caused his terrible reaction, but at least Darius had hit him. He was Jeremy Frasier and not Jeremy Anderson after all. But him falling to the ground was still ridiculous. Maybe he was acting.

"Malinger!"

He giggled.

And a snowball hit his right shoulder-breast thing. The body part between his right shoulder and his right breast. Anatomy, not one of Darius' strengths.

Darius didn't expect that, but then he remembered Nathan was also here. Maybe Jeremy malingered for Nathan to support him? Nathan, the good person of Kingman. He laughed about being hit, after finding his balance again as he had received knockback. Nathan wanted to play with him, nice. It's gonna be fun.

After giving Nathan a big smile, he ran towards a car that was parking on the street and took snow from the roof of the car to form a new snowball. Then he hid behind the car and was ready to shoot at Nathan. He had a car as a cover, he had a new snowball. The snowball fight now had 3 participants. Awesome.
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Voices flashed around Jeremy’s head as he lay on the ground, wounded. Darius, mocking him? Malinger wasn’t really a word that he knew. Nathan, shouting at Darius, going to claim revenge for Jeremy. Nathan threw something, Darius hid. They both seemed to be focusing on each other. Not on him.

And that was their mistake.

Jeremy jumped up from his position, catching himself again with his hands. He checked his surroundings. Footpath, fire hydrant, street lamp. Nothing that could really be used to protect himself. There was a car, but it was on the other side of the street and going across it would break the stealthy operation that he was going under now. The fire hydrant was closest, and would probably provide the best cover. That’s where he would go.

He allowed himself to drop too his lower arms, and crawled. It wasn’t that hard, actually. Gravity was a little annoying, but it didn’t really stop him. Once he got there, and had a position that could cover more of his body, he looked. Darius was nowhere to be seen, Nathan was in the open, but could see him. Probably the biggest threat.

This was a stealthy operation, but it seemed that he had to blow his cover to not get hit again.

“Hey Nathan! Parley?”

He reached his arm behind the fire hydrant and clutched his snow, crushing it and uncrushing it in his hand to make it spherical. As a safety measure. This could go wrong.
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Darius was laughing. Unexpected, but probably better than an all-out fight where everyone was mad, all things considered. Nathan felt a grin tugging at his lips as Darius darted behind a car, and he knelt again, carefully packing another snowball. There was nowhere for him to run to, with Darius behind the car and Jeremy army-crawling off to whatever shelter he'd found, so he'd have to stock up on firepower (snow power?) instead.

Jeremy called to him from behind the fire hydrant. He looked sort of comical over there, tall and gangly form hunched over behind his meager shelter and his face so serious. It took a bit of effort to not get distracted by the image and seriously consider his offer. It wasn't a difficult choice; Nathan was left out in the open, and Darius would definitely target both of them if he could. Divided you fall, and all that.

He gave Jeremy a short nod. "You have a plan?" He lowered his voice a bit so there would be less chance of Darius overhearing.
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Huh, where was Jeremy?

That didn't matter, when Darius was ready to throw the snow ball after having stopped hiding behind the car.

He could see Lovegrove, so he threw his ball in the direction of Nathan, then he quickly ducked under the car again, to form another snowball.

Man, he didn't even know whether he hit or not. That sucked.
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Nathan was willing to listen. Thank god. That improved his chances of getting out of here alive. He clutched the snowball he had in his hand a little harder. It still could go wrong. Things were looking a little better for him, though. Now there was only one person he had to really worry about. He smiled a bit. Jeremy Frasier was somehow going to make it through a physical encounter the victor, so long as he didn’t mess this up. He replied to Nathan, keeping quiet so that Darius wouldn’t overhear. He couldn’t get cocky about this, he still had a bit to go before he was the victor of this encounter.

“Yeah, I got a plan to take him down.” And it was actually a pretty good plan, too, considering that he made it up on the spot. No way Darius was going to get out of this one without getting hit. “Darius is hiding behind that car,” he said, pointing to where he thought Darius was. “It gives him cover, but he can’t see anything, so if we sneak up on him on both sides of the car, we should-”

Darius then stood up from behind the car, and threw a snowball.

“Nathan, duck!” He shouted, far louder than it should have been. Now Darius knew Jeremy’s position. Not that he could really do anything about it, though; while the fire hydrant was a bad hiding place it worked so long as Darius was on the other side of the road, but that was a problem if he wanted to move. It was kinda like one of those cover shooters that seemed to be popular at school. Whoever exits cover first loses and gets shot up, and considering Jeremy, he was probably going to lose.

But he had Nathan on his side, and a strategy. The game wasn’t over yet.
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Jeremy's plan involved a lot of sneaking behind cover that they didn't seem to have, but Nathan didn't get a lot of time to ponder the pros and cons before Darius made himself known again. He dropped at Jeremy's shout, the snowball grazing his shoulder and sending a shower of powdery snow across his back. Man, they couldn't take too much time here if his clothes were going to get this wet, or else the walk the rest of the way home would be miserable.

"We'll have to move fast," he muttered to Jeremy once he was sure that Darius wasn't launching another attack. "Count of three and then run?" He shifted into a ready crouch as he spoke, ignoring the twinge of soreness in his legs.
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Darius had formed another snowball and kept hiding behind the car. Instead of standing up to throw the snowball he threw the snowball over his shoulders, while ducking.

The chances that he'd hit anything was rare, but it would be fucking awesome if he did.
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"Man, I fuckin' love snow..."
Michael walked through the snow covered streets with Jonathan Gulley, the plan was to go on a quick snack run to the closest Exxon to grab some chips, maybe some mountain dew, and come back to unlock that damn bull run level in Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 2. It would have been quicker had Michael taken his motorcycle or his father's truck, but Michael had never driven on snow, and he wasn't quite sure if there was ice on the road or not, so that left one option. Struttin' it.

Damn, this was an awkward walk though, not much talking. Well, better bring out the bombs. "Dude, I forgot to tell you earlier man, so a couple days ago, I was drivin' to 'da fuckin' gas station, right?" Michael started off pretty well, creating fabricated incidents that sounded real were a good trait of his. Could feed a politician bullshit and they'd believe it. "So, I go in there right, gotta fill up my bike 'an shit, so anyways, earlier on the road, I passed this fuckin' ugly ass Prius up right, revved my engine, y'know, fuckin' wit' 'em."

The story wasn't complete bullshit, he DID pass up a Prius, rev his engine, and throw a "polite" gesture at them involving the center finger of his right hand, but you know, they drove a Prius, they deserve that treatment.

"So this Prius parks right next to me right?"

Now here's the good part. Also known as the part that didn't happen, but Jonathan didn't know that. Or, maybe he did, he wasn't letting him onto it though if he did.

"So the door opens up right, an' this fat ass old bitch walks out, like fuck, she was huge, and coming out of a Prius, you know those damn things are like fuckin' clown cars man, she must'a filled out both front seats or somethin' like, Jesus fuck man!"

Alright, got the hook set up, time to reel it in!

"She fuckin' walks right up ta' me, like fuck, the ground was shakin' I was almost afraid y'know?" "Almost as if I pissed off Tumblr!Carrie or somethin' right?" "So she walks up an'- hold up waidda minute!"
Michael noticed one of his buddies, Darius (Couldn't miss that dye job!) hiding behind a car. Not only that, but two others, Jeremy, and another guy, Nate I think? Michael wasn't sure, but what he was sure of was that his friend Darius, had just lobbed a snowball at the group. "Shit, a good old fashioned snowball fight? Fuck it, count me an' Johnny in I suppose." Mike thought to himself.

He crouched over, picking up a mound of snow, rolling it in his hands. "Two versus one don' seem to fair, eh?" Michael turned to Jonathan. "Why'ehh why don't we ehh, even the odds a lil', ya'know?" Michael moved down to flank the two going for his pal. "Whaddya say, Johnny boy?" He prepared to lob his white ice ball weapon of mass destruction. His only wish is that somebody nearby would start playing "Rise of the Valkries".
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Jonathan couldn't help but chuckle a little as Michael was telling him one of his stories again. Which was a good thing. Otherwise, it would have been a very awkward, quiet walk in the snow. Too bad he couldn't skateboard through the snow. That would have been a fun thing to do. Michael's story sounded like it was getting good. Jonathan wasn't that smart nor was he that dumb. He knew that Michael's stories were sometimes half-true and some were half-false. It wasn't too hard to figure out. But Jonathan didn't care. He was having a laugh with his best friend and that was all that mattered at the moment.

Until Michael stopped talking and he was now focusing on a snowball fight that was playing out in front of them. Jonathan blinked a little as Michael decided that they should join in. A snowball fight between Darius, Jeremy and Nathan. It looked like they were having a lot of fun.

Jonathan couldn't help but laugh softly at what Michael was saying. But then it would be three against two if he joined in as well. Ah. What the heck. Jonathan was up for it. He crouched down to scoop up some of the snow into his gloved hands to make a snowball. Then he moved back onto his feet and sneaked his way over to where Darius was.

"Hey, buddy! I hope that you don't mind having some back-up!" He was beaming brightly at the other boy, winking mischievously. Then he peeked to see what the others were going to do before he was going to make his move.
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