Adventures With The SMG4 Crew

Somebody Say Battle Royale?

Meggy: Who said flying in the back of a cargo plane wasn't fun? This shit's an absolute JOY! AND with all the findings from this "anonymous source," we got our own ISLAND! What could be better?

Desti: Actually HAVING a fucking reason to HAVE it besides your "brilliant idea." You wouldn't know intellect if it smashed into you like a freight train.

Luna: Could you two shut the fuck up, I'm trying to read this instruction manual.

Mario: What can I say but-

Pico: Grow up Luigi, ghosts don't exist.

The alarm system snapped everyone out of conversation and up at the inconspicuous television broadcast that displayed right on the back screen. And who else but... a prerecorded message of nothing but a blank screen. And they tried to be funny with a voice modulator, but I could tell it was Damien who recorded it; Glitch always uses the same voice change for his screwing about.

Recording: There is only one thing to do when reaching the island. You must... battle it out. All against all my friends, all have their own skill sets and tactics. The payout for victory, about... hmmm, ten thousand. The fight begins as soon as landing commences, in about five, four, three, DOOR OPEN!! GO GO GO!!

As the back door of the cargo plane flung itself open, I tucked my two-handed axe between me and my bag and ran straight to the edge of the drop door. Turning back to the assortment of passengers and smugly shooting a good old fashioned salute, I totally didn't trust-fall out of the door and took in the beautiful scenery around the island. Looks like a plain island with various terrain, various scenery, and of course a mountainous landscape dead center.

Of course some people choose the high ground, others choose guerrilla tactics, and some just choose take a gun and their own tactics. Then there's me, who just falls straight into the middle of crossfire, tucking behind the flimsiest tree for cover. Well, not the MIDDLE, just on the edge of the battling, and boy, it was all guns, no roses. Then... a chest caught my discolored eyes, and I immediately ran for it without catching attention for some reason.

Cracking my knuckles and flipping the chest lid open, I immediately snagged the pistol, shotgun and med kit and ran straight off into whichever direction was North. Head tucked, shotgun held close, foliage covering my surroundings, I just kept to myself and sped straight to the... barrier that just formed right in the edge of the island? And down dropped the flatscreen right next to me.

Recording: Did I forget to mention that the barrier closes in on you whenever time passes. Yeah, ripped straight from this one game, I think you already know it, it's called Fortnite. Anyway, have fun dude. *ziiiip to the unknown*

Me: Yeah, I can tell bud. Damn Leo.

Turning my back on the barrier, I noted that I was completely surrounded by five different people FROM said game, all with automatic rifles aimed down at me. Reaching into my pocket and flicking open my empty pack of cigarettes, I tossed the pack down to the ground and racked a slug round in the chamber.

It all happened in the span of five or ten seconds that I didn't even know what had happened. One second, I was surrounded by five people, the next I was on one knee, shotgun smoking and a lot of weapons on the ground. Snagged whatever ammo I could plus a shiny new rifle and taking off, I took one glance at the sky and saw that there was apparently 48 people left already, for being what ten minutes? Making good time to be sure, but I was just trying to find my boys, at least the ones that could shoot well.

Speaking of which, not a far trek until I saw my favorite ginger-haired schizophrenic surrounded by about ten other competitors who really wanted to win. I took my aim as Pico twirled his dual-automatic pistols and clicked his slides back, and all Hell was about to break loose. One bullet from my gun, and some breakdance spinning (and shooting) from the ginger later, and guess what; all ten were gone, and I hiked right down to him and tucked my gun around my shoulder, as he slid his into his pockets.