Gore Fest

[Goblin Cat 😸]

"Oh really?" The vulture slurred. It was obvious he had one too many to handle as he stood up and stumbled after taking another dose of alcohol. "Here I am being nice, and you can't even accept a generous offer? That's rather rude." The small gun he held in his sleeve slid out into his hand, in perfect position as if it were a puzzle piece fitting into its proper spot. He waved it around continuing to rant. "Instead of just accepting a round on me, ya gotta threaten me?" He clicked the hammer back and took aim rather poorly and shot at the doctor. Unfortunately, the alcohol had impaired his aim and instead of hitting him, he hit a rather burly looking Rhino in the shoulder, and without thinking, he took another shot, this time clipping someone else in the process. "Whassamatter with this gun?" he said, stupidly looking at it as if it were supposed to aim on its own.

[Gabag]

The doctor gingerly placed his hand on the gun, and removed it from the drunken vulture's hands. "I may kill people for a living, but I'm still a doctor, and i'm the one making the patients around here. Now put the gun down before you shoot your eye out" he pocketed the gun for later use.

[Armalite_]

Sam nodded in approval before taking the lead and walking off down the hallway for Stuv to follow. He walked downstairs and outside into the street. There were a lot of people hanging around, confused as where to go or what to do. Sam walked past all of them and looked around for the seediest looking pub he could spot. He looked back at Stuv. "So what brings you to Gore Fest?"

[Self-sain]

"Family" he replied, gazeing around, not wanting to tell his life story. He looked at the fox, wondering what his angle could be, "and you", he tucked his arms in his pockets.

[StalBlue]

"No more hard liquor for the, kid, I think," Irv said, taking the gin away. "And better make that a cranberry juice. Better yet, get him some tea." Better to counter act the alcohol. "True, tell me, where did you learn about that type of drink? Also, the Irish are bums. Never drink anything you even think MIGHT be invented by them. You are, after all in the presence of a proud Frenchman!"

[Srgntcuddles]

Jerry quickly turned towards the vulture who took a few drunken shots off from a concealed weapon. He was about to spring into action when a handful of the guards beat him to the punch. Two of them grabbed either of his hands and began to restrain him when another two tackled Karlyle having seen him pocket the weapon. As cuffs were slapped on someone came up behind Irvin. A large burly beast of a dog. He spun Irvin around in his chair, grabbed onto his collar and pulled him up face to face. The dog was so tall Irvin was dangling a bit from being held. "Oi, you got a problem with the Irish, proud Frenchman!?" barked the dog angrily. A few others behind him stood from their seats. "A Frenchman?!" "French?!" "Who's gotta problem?!" It was clear they were all Irish and angry at Irvin's comment. They began to make their way towards Irvin when a fancy dressed cat called out to the, he had a thick French accent and was grouped with a few equally fancy looking feline men. "So you dogs can here, no? It is amazing you are not all drunk!" The cat chuckled, and so did the ones around him. Without warning a dog came from behind said cat and abruptly broke a chair over his head. That sent the two groups into a brawl instantly. That prompted the one holding Irvin to slide him across the counter through all the patron's drinks and then onto the floor. The rest of the guards in the corner tables sprung up and went into the melee as well. Mean while the guards that detained Lurch and Karlyle began to haul them out of the bar. The two were dragged off down the road, the sun was also beginning to set. They eventually reached a checkpoint and were pawned off on a couple other guards, these ones however were armed with assault rifles. Looking around it was some sort of facility, barbed wire fences, guard towers with snipers and patrolling guards. The two were taken inside and tossed into a cell after being relieved of any items they might have been carrying.

True looked at what was happening in the bar, he was quite excited as the fights began to break out all over the room. Jerry snatched him up and took him out of there. "Awww! But this is getting good, Jerry!" "Come on...I'm expecting a call soon...We'll have to leave either way."

[Goblin Cat 😸]

"Well, how's that for hospitality?" Lurch laughed, obviously still drunk from his demeanor. He couldn't take anything seriously, even being thrown into his cell. He scooted over to the bars where the other man was, pressing his face between the bars, but not fitting his head all the way through to look at him. Instead, his cheeks were pushed forward, causing him to look almost ridiculous. His arms waved between the bars, and he continued on as if he were friends with the man they had taken him away with. "We go to a bar, have our fun, and they give us a cell to sleep in. At least we get three square meals, amirite?" His voice was obstructed by the bars pressing against his face. He slid further down the bars until he came to a separator that bumped his chin. "So, buddy, whadda we do next, look for ladies?" The vulture grinned and let out a cry. "Because that sounds spectacular to me." He continued on being loud and unruly. "EEEEYY GUARDS? WHERE YOU HIDING THE WOMEN OF THE NIGHT? THE WORKING GALS? You know what I'm talking about."

[Self-sain]

"Violence dosent seem to be very welcome..." Stuvl looked at the fox, he wasgrowing quite inpatient. He looked around, seeing the two men being dragged away, he wonder if they will be disqualified. 'How much longer must I wear this fake façade, if this thing dosent start soon ill end up killing someone ' , he turned back to the fox, "lets eat" he went into a small food place and sat at. The bar

[Armalite_]

Sam pulled up a chair next to Stuv at the bar and ordered 3 pounds of wings and a pint. He looked at Stuv and lit up another smoke. "I'm here to pay back a debt." He replied to his previous question. He looked around the bar and finally found what he was looking for to his left in front of a burly looking Tiger. He reached over and pulled the bowl of peanuts in his direction before tossing a few back. "Got a plan for all this?" Sam asked while referring to the game itself. He looked up at one of the TV screens. Most of them all showed the same thing, but someone had changed this one to the sports channel.

[StalBlue]

Irv got up, wobbled a bit and then shouted, "Allons donc! You think that's all I've got, you Irish DOG?!" and then waded into the fray. Like hell he was going to let an Irishman beat him! During the brawl he lost track of True and Jerry, but the plan be damned! He had French honor to defend! By the end they had all been kicked out of the bar and everybody was extremely drunk and everybody was everybody's new best friend, Irv included. The two groups then walked down the street talking trash with each other. A French would should, "1000 Euro says a Frenchman wins this game!", and the French would cheer. Then an Irish would shout should something like, "I'll take that bet!" and the group would chant, "Erin go bragh," or something. That's how the night went on. Not wanting to go to bed just yet Irv invited up one of the French cats up to his room for one last drink, where they both promptly passed out without even finishing their drinks.

[Gabag]

Karl held his head in his hands and sighed deeply. First day and already he landed in prison. And not even for a blood soaked murder which he was so fond of. Ignoring the drunk he walked up to the bars.
"Listen guys, I'm sure you've got quite a need for skilled medical personal, now if my attire didn't fool your smallish brains, I'm a surgeon, trained and practiced for seven years now. If there's a bullet in you, i can remove it and restitch the wound so there's no internal bleeding involved. And I doubt few of your own medical 'professionals' can claim to have saved your life not just on the operating table, but with a gun in hand too. So let's just forget this whole charade, let me out, and i give you free healthcare."

[Srgntcuddles]

As night fell the contestants on the island were all beginning to head to their rooms for the night. Bars, restaurants and stores emptied for the night from the half priced sales pitches. Most people just wanted rest for the next day, a good nights sleep for the ordeal ahead. Meanwhile in the cells the guard on duty listened to Karlyle. Stricken with a sudden regret he opened his cell and escorted him out of the detainment area. On the way Jerry and True were spotted entering the detainment area. They were escorted by a few guards as well but weren't restrained at all. The guard escorting Karlyle led him to the back of the facility, there he told the guard he was relieving him. Once that guard left he told Karlyle to make a break for it. Ahead of Karlyle was a barbwired fence into a dark alley way. The guard assured him a few scrapes from the wire were nothing compared to what would have happened if he stayed.

The guards escorting Jerry and True came to Lurch's cell. They opened it and removed the drunk taking him to a different room. This room was a dingy place, all of concrete with a few drainage holes in various places. It looked like a place that stored large hunks of meat from the hooks on the ceiling. The guards threw Lurch to the floor and stepped back behind Jerry and True. "I need Nier right now, True...I hope you don't min-" "Aww! I was having fun!" complained True with a huff and crossed his arms. Jerry sighed and switched the eye patch from his left eye to his right. "FIN-O-FREAKIN'-LY! What the (Censored) took so long, Jerry?! Jesus!" blurted out Nier stretching. Jerry pulled a handful of knives from his coat and dropped them on the floor. "...I'm sure you know what needs to be done..." said Jerry turning and walking out of the room with the guards. He closed the thick metal door behind him and proceeded to an observation room. The room that Nier and Lurch were in was a bit dim, there were only a few lights around leaving many shadows in the edges of the room. Other than a few columns, the several meat hooks and drainage holes in the floor the room was quite bare with an ominous look and feel. Nier grabbed up the knives and tucked them away, looking at Lurch with an evil grin.

[Gabag]

Karl nodded his thanks to the guard and bolted. He had no clue where to go from here, but priorities first, get a vehicle. Second thing on the to do list, get a weapon, hopefully something surgical.
Third thing on the too do list.

Attend Gore Fest.
It was dark, he was stranded, and guards were sure to find out about him not being there eventually. He counted his stroke of luck when he saw headlights approaching, and even stop.
A man in uniform, probably an employee for the company who hosts Gore Fest, stepped out and made way to the security offices of the outpost. Knowing he couldn't alert the entire island to his escape, he waited until the man was out of sight and made his move.
He opened the door and started the engine and sped off, hopefully before the owner realized he just got car jacked on a company island. Now it was all a manner of finding town in time for Gore Fest.

[Goblin Cat 😸]

Lurch had been pretty confused, even up until they got into the room with the little weasel. He looked him over as well as the room and smiled. "Damn, I ask for a lady of the night and get stuck with this little guy? Something's wrong here." He laughed despite the demeanor of the weasel. He unfurled his wings, realizing what they were going to do to him through his drunken stupor. "So it's gonna be this way, eh?" Even in his unlikely situation, he grinned. Before the weasel could take action, the vulture launched himself from the floor and caught one of the hooks in his hand, snipping the cord with his beak. It was an impractical weapon, but it was something. Before he landed he snipped off another, holding one in each claw.

[Srgntcuddles]

Nier chuckled at the vulture's desperate attempt at arming himself with what he could. Even though he was drunk he would still pack a punch with those hooks. Nier didn't wait further to attack, he suddenly dashed at him and slid under his legs to get behind him. Once there he threw a knife into the back of Lurch's right shoulder trying to disable him.