part 359 survival horror tropes

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Hello again meme! Can you believe all these new updates? I love it! I hope we see more historical stuff, though and not just emperors. Also more of that Denmark, whatta guy.

Enjoy part 359!

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Battle Royale - Night 6

[aphanonroyale]

Another day has passed, but not without incident. We can cross another contestant from the poster, hurrah! This time the nation to die was contestant #3, young Norway, teaching us all the important lesson of respecting your elders. See kids, that's what happens when you call contestant #15 a cocksucker. He slices up your throat. Big round of applause for Turkey everybody.

[Claps.]

Now since you've been good and killed another contestant, I'll let you enjoy a nice evening in the forest without interfering.

[Scattered throughout the forest are these picnic tables that come with a picnic basket filled with goodies. Namely bread, slices of apple pie, brownies, fruits, fruit juice, coffee, and an Advil. And they all have stuffed turkey. But since Turkey was so nice to kill someone, we purposefully left out the bananas. Enjoy the meal!]

Re: Battle Royale - Night 6

[lietuvaaaah]

[Looks like Turkey found his fight after all...]

[He absolutely does not feel guilty for taking Norway's weapon. He does not. Okay, yes he does and it's going to eat at him. He doesn't know details, but maybe Norway could have held out just a little longer if he was armed.]

[For now he resigns himself to the feast in Turkey's honor--that's what it feels like, at least--doing the same as last time and storing things away for later. He can wait for now but he'll regret it if he's hungry later and only has days-old fruit to his name.]

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[daheroyoudserve]

[Comes up beside Lithuania, pulling twigs out of his hair.]

Hey man, how's it going?

[Glances him over. He's not going to turn around and stab him in the side, is he?]

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[lietuvaaaah]

[No, that sword is staying where it is. He continues with his gathering for now, sparing America a glance.]

As well as can be expected, I guess. What about you?

[It looks like he's been hiding. Good.]

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[daheroyoudserve]

[Then his axe can stay put as well. For now. He needs both hands to get some food anyway. Should he grab some for China? Probably. The old coot probably doesn't even know this is out here.]

Not bad. Laying low, mostly. Seen a lot of people go by, but managed to keep out of fights. You?

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[lietuvaaaah]

[Who??? But regardless he doesn't look camouflaged now, just ridiculous. The urge to stick him in a tub and scrub him is surprisingly strong, but he has no tub.]

I guess you never told me about him.

[If he's honest, folk stories aren't the first things he picks up in a new place, and he was so busy with everything else...]

Sure.

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[daheroyoudserve]

[You can give him a good rub down any other time, but he's got a good distraction now with story time.]

How could I not? Okay, so he's a giant. Like it took 5 storks to deliver him to his parents, and they had to put him to bed on a raft off the coast of Maine. And on his birthday, he was given a blue ox, who also gre to be a giant. He had an axe, and he could level trees in a single swing! He would wrestle with his ox, Babe, and the ridges and dents in the ground that they made throwing each other around formed the 10,000 lakes in Minnesota.

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[fraustria]

[C-Coffee...

...

You know, as eerie as it is to find these neat little clearings with picnic tables in the middle of this Godforsaken hellhole of a forest, and as likely as it is that she is about to be poisoned or otherwise inconvenienced, she simply. Doesn't. Care. Would you look at the bags under her eyes and the unmoisturised state of her hands?

Aggressively picnics]

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[luckycountry]

[Guess who's excited enough to see food to not notice that she's there until he's sitting down and about to start eating? He's about to start eating a brownie when he notices her from the corner of his eye and startles. Uh.]

[Looks at the brownie, then at Austria, then back to the brownie in a way that suggests he's wondering if she's poisoned it, and also how much he cares if she has.]

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[fraustria]

[There's a painfully slow moment of realisation and eye contact from across the table, because she has her face buried in a cup of (substandard) coffee.

Slowly...sets it down...

...Looks at his brownie and his expression...

Did she offend him once, or something? She's sure it was something]

Australien...

[...Ever so slowly...lifts a brownie...and bites into it...while staring]

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[luckycountry]

[Watches as she slowly set the coffee down. Did she leave some? Because if it's not deadly he would murder a cup right now. Not literally. Unlike the time she nearly murdered him. Water under the bridge, of course but he knows she can be sneaky with killing people.]

Uh.

[He can't think of a smarter response so he just goes right ahead and watches her...very...slowly eat the brownie. Either she's suicidal or they're fine, and he's just too hungry to worry about it. Shoves an entire brownie into his mouth and swallows it. While still staring back.]

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[luckycountry]

[Oooh, food! Since Australia hasn't turned up with the food and beer yet, and he ate the last of his stale cake earlier, he's hunting down one of these tables as fast as he can.]

[Sure, the food might possibly be poisoned, but there's worse ways to go in this game and as he sits down he thinks gratefully of Turkey. Even if he's not playing their game, doesn't mean he's not going to take the benefits brought by someone getting killed.]

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[outbackruggedness]

[Glares at you]

[With two grocery bags stuffed with junk food and beer nutritional supplies]

[ANGRILY]

Re: Battle Royale - Night 6

[luckycountry]

[Oh yeah, sorry about that, if nobody pays attention to him for a while he does stupid things like eat potentially poisonous food.]

Bro!

[Drops the suspicious food and grins, holding his arms out for the bags.]

Absolute bloody life-saver ya are!

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[outbackruggedness]

[DON'T YOU 'BRO' HIM]

[YANKS BANGS AWAY FROM THOSE OPEN ARMS]

That's real funny mate, 'ya really made m' look like an ass.

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[kingkongeriget]

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[kingkongeriget]

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[kingkongeriget]

[FUCKING FACEPALMS]


[Jesus, is this what it feels like to be Norway?!]

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[greece]

[a small tent starts ambling up the the tables and sets itself down next to the picnic basket]

[pokes his head out, wearing his party hat and visibly upset at the lack of bananas, he had hoped he'd find some for his party]

You always have to ruin things, Turkey.

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[palaiomator]

[shows up with a plate of ancient-style sesame honey cakes]

[how did she find her way here? mother's intuition]

Herakles, there you are! Happy birthday, dear! I brought you these--ohh, are you having a picnic to celebrate?

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[greece]

[mothers are all psychic]

Ah...? Mother. I didn't expect you to be here. Come in...

[holds open the tent flap for you, quickly snatching a cake off the plate as you enter]

Thank you. I hadn't planned on a picnic... but considering our location, I suppose I can't complain... Though I do wish there had been bananas...

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[palaiomator]

Can't miss a day as important as your birthday, now can I?

[ducks inside, turning around once in to smile at him]

Then what good fortune that there's one prepared! How do you like your cake?

1/2

[attaturk]

[watches this tent move on its own like it's a rare and exotic animal]

2/2

[attaturk]

[oh, it's just you. He shoulda known]

You're ruinin' my appetite, showing' up with a dumb hat like that, dumbass.

[he actually doesn't know how he feels getting a feast in his name for killing an unarmed kid, but he's hungry so he'll think about that later and take advantage of food now]

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[jipangu]

[ at some random point of the night Japan sneaks up to what looks like a picnic table with no one near it... is that a picnic basket?! Considering he will soon be leaving behind the last bits of his edible food in a peace offering of sorts to the Crayfish (not that he knows that yet...) he eyes it, suspiciously at first, but then is drawn out of the shadows and slowly towards the tables until he's standing right over them, looking into the basket ]

[ he's looking like he's trying his best to resist (what if they're poisoned?) clenching his eyes and fists shut and muttering to himself about "always losing to temptation" but... ]

[ oh yeah, and that grenade? still in his jacket ]