The Fandom Games

Day Three

Khan had snuck away from Melkor in the early morning. It took him quite awhile, but eventually, he reached a river. Taking a drink, he then proceeded to scheme and plot as he used his awesome augmented brain skills to camouflage himself into a nearby bush. Shortly after, he saw the irritating Dark Lord's little assistant (what was his name? Sauron?) showed up and gulped some water down, before wandering off upstream, muttering to himself about death. Khan rolled his eyes. Simpleton.

Speaking of bushes, Tom, who was by now severely traumatized, had also managed to camouflage himself in some bushes, though they were quite a ways a way from Khans location. In fact, Tom was looking on a rather interesting scene...

The Dark Lord Melkor attempting to build a shelter.

Eventually Tom was amused by the sight. Melkor seemed nearly incapable of the task, and was huffing and puffing about the clearing, throwing logs around in fits of rage.

In a field nearby, Benedict was slowly losing his sanity. Humming to himself, he thought for a moment, and decided to pick a white flower this time. He had enough blue ones... Or maybe he should get a few more pink ones? Decisions, decisions...

A noise on the other side of the field brought him out of his slight trance and he saw a tall, golden-haired figure sprinting towards him. Glorfindel screeched to a halt and gasped out, "Run! Run for your life! The dwarf is mad!" And he ran off again, leaving Benedict to squint across the field, seeing a much shorter figure running at a much slower pace then the elf. Even at a slower pace, he was running quite fast, and Benedict dropped his flowers and ran for the hills.

Eventually Thorin gave up and fumed towards the hills.

Thranduil had watched the whole thing from a tree as he nursed the bruise on his shoulder. The cursed dwarf had thrown a rock up into the tree as Thranduil slept. It had unfortunately (for Thorin) missed it's mark, but Thranduil was still infuriated. It was only slightly assuaged him to see the stumpy-legged cretin floundering after Glorfindel, but Thranduil swore.. he would get revenge. His thoughts of murder were interrupted by a parachute landing neatly in his lap. He opened it to find medication, undoubtedly for the bruising. Looking up, he smiled and blew a kiss. Anything for more benefits. Anything to get him closer to ending that... dwarf.

A mile to the east, Legolas was busy planning his revenge. The evil Shamrock had refused to end his life, so Legolas was going to make him pay. He crept through the trees above the busy Sherlock, looking for an opening. He was rudely interrupted.

Both he and Sherlock froze, Sherlock diving into a bush. Out of the thickets, Spock, Tony Stark, and Bruce Banner made an appearance. They were in the midst of a debate, weapons drawn, but they seemed not to be hostile to each other. Legolas figured they must be hunting for other tributes. He huffed and looked back to where Sherlock had been, only to find that he was gone. Legolas pouted. Now he would have to start all over again...

Quite a ways away from this Rousy and Wundy were sitting on the ground, not doing anything much. They had eaten some food, walked a bit, and now they were both dreadfully bored.

"Why hello~"

They both turned to see Moriarty grinning maliciously at them. Rousy looked to Wundy and they rolled their eyes.

"What do we have here?" Everyone turned and looked towards the new arrival. Wundy stiffened, and an uncontrollable bloodlust entered her eyes. The Joker eyed her warily before shrieking in surprise when she launched herself at him.

"DC!" she screamed in rage. "I WILL KIIIIIILL YOU!" The Joker turned and ran as fast as he could, but when Wundy the Capybara is fueled by rage...

There is no escape.

She tackled him to the ground, whipping out her knives and stabbing them into his chest over and over.

Back in the clearing a cannon shot echoed and Rousy slowly looked over to Moriarty, grinning evilly. Moriarty coughed awkwardly and pointed over his shoulder.

"I'll.. just be.. going now?" He laughed and jogged away.

"Master."

Rousy looked over to Wundy, who was crazed, twitching, and covered in blood. "I did it Master! I did it!"

Rousy eyed her warily. "Yes, very good, Lieutenant Capybara, very good indeed. I knew you would be a good bodyguard. Why don't you, uh, get some rest, heheh..."

Wundy grinned evilly and flopped onto the ground... Rousy decided she probably wouldn't sleep that night.