SURPRISE (Part A of part seven. I'll continue the rest of it later on and post the updates as the day goes on. sorry for the delay)
[i] DAWN OF THE THIRD DAY
The group minus Francis, Zainat, and Blade sat around the small campfire as Sion was once again, preparing their breakfast. This time with Elayna as no one wanted Reigenleif to help cook, reasonably.
Thyra looked around the area before asking a question. "Where are larry, moe, and curly?" Everyone exchanged glances before looking around the area themselves. They knew who she meant, but couldn't see them either. "Probably still in their tent sleeping, why doesn't someone go and get them?" Zaveed spoke. A few groans were heard until someone decided to give in and go fetch them. "I...I guess I'll do it, since I'm not helping cook..." And Reigenleif with a shrug and a sigh, walked off.
"Good morning in there?" She said as she approached the tent. Moaning was heard which made Reigenleif's eyebrow raise up. "Its...time for breakfast..." She spoke once more, and once more there were moans. She decided to just unzip the tent, and when she did, the smell of fermented chili and men smacked her in the face. She practically fell back as she waved her hands in her face to push away the foul smell. "Oh, oh Gods..." The words stuttered out of her mouth. And out of Zainat and Francis' mouths, they pleaded "Help us..."
A little while later, Reigenleif returned to the main group, for some reason a bit further away from the guys she went to get. Blade stretched himself with the biggest grin on his face. "Good morning everyone! Did you all sleep well cause I know I did!" He cheered. Everyone stared Blade down. Not one of them "slept well" last night. "Well fine. That's the last time you'll get a good morning out of me...what's for breakfast." He continued on. "Leftover chili and grits." Sion sighed. He looked over at Francis and Zainat, noticing the two shudder with a horrified expression on their faces. He wondered why?
"Okay, we're now calling a meeting to discuss a few new rules for our youtube channel, since everyone is here." Marassa boldly stated. "Hold on, we're going to have RULES now? The hell for?" Cursed Blade, who randomly started doing push-ups. "Gods, don't you ever take a break from that? Anyway, we need rules now otherwise, we're either going to lose viewers, or end up wrecking the office. Reigenleif, read the list." The female khajiit commanded. Reigenleif adjusted her glasses as she held a rather long list in her hands that could practically reach the ground at her feet. Blade sighed. "...This is going to be a long morning. Sion, sit." The youngest of the khajiits sighed himself this time. He walked away from the pots of cooking food and sat down on the back of the argonian, crossing his legs with an annoyed look on his face.
"Ahem. Rule number 1: Gorzath and Cub are not allowed to play any games that may induce unfathomable amounts of rage." "Huh? But Cub and I are fine with those... may I ask why?"
Cub and Gorzath sat together in one of the offices, attempting to play Eryi's Action. "Finally... we're at the very end... we just need to jump over this frog..." The orcs made the frilly sprite looking girl jump over said frog. With wide grins, they watched the girl reach the end flag and cheered. The little girl ran to the corner of the screen... and a spiked ball dropped on top of her. The number of deaths appeared on the screen, and when the game started again, they were back to the middle of the level. The grins turned into vicious snarls. "FUCK. THIS. GAME!" Gorzath roared as he lept from his seat, grabbed the computer and slammed it into the ground. He then grabbed the chair he sat on and began to beat the computer with it. Cub stood up from his seat and slowly walked over to Gorzath. "Gorzath..." He began. "Let Cub take care of this..." And then Cub ripped the desk from which the computer was resting on from the floor it was nailed to and began beating the computer with it. Then, both orcs took turns beating the computer to dust. Cub was heavily breathing and charged out of the room to Sion's office, while Gorzath began a nice little bonfire with a blowtorch. Sion whipped his head around to see the massive being looming over him. "Sion. Cigarette. Now." He demanded. "B...but Cub, you don't smok-" "NOW CAT."
"Which leads to Rule 2: Sion and Cub are only allowed to play Single player, or co-op games together. Nothing competitive." Sion turned his attention to Reigenleif. He also began to notice a strange smell. "And...why?" He asked
The khajiit and The Orc sat in the office playing a fighting game amongst each other. Both of their characters were on their final life, with high damage taken. One good strike from the other would end the match, but who would win? Cub's character dashed to Sion's who reacted by taking a step back. Cub's character tried to hit Sion's but missed, leaving himself wide open. Sion's character pulled out a frying pan and smacked Cub's in the face, rocketing him upwards and off-the screen. In a few moments, the words "GAME SET" appeared on the screen, followed by Sion's character twirling around once and posing. The words "Peachy!" Came from the speakers of the tv. "OH YEAH. I"M BETTER THAN YOU! GO FUCK YOURSELF CUB!" Sion barked. Cub simply laughed in response. "And if that were a real fight, we know who would win. So, quiet furball." "Oh? Would you like to brawl green goblin?" The two locked eyes and then, Sion pounced. In another office, Thyra felt her eye twitched uncontrollably. Francis turned to her, noticing her motionless except her eye while loud sounds of bashing, glass breaking, and jack-hammers were looming, all the while while a scent of something burning hung in the air. "Thyra? Is everything okay?" He asked her. "My Thyra senses are tingling. Something stupid is happening nearby."
"Next rule number 3: Sion is not allowed to play any horror games alone." "Oh, so now I've got TWO rules against me? What is it for this time?" He almost yelled. Nearby, he could hear a deep voice snickering in Cub's direction.
As Zainat and Blade were about to go and get their lunch for the day, they heard somebody scream almost as if it were a banshee. Albeit they heard the scream repeatedly throughout the hour, but nonetheless didn't pay attention to it until now. "...What was that...?" Blade asked. "Not a clue, sounded like Sion screaming." "Eh, nothing new. That was a pretty screechy scream however... maybe someone stepped on his tail again?" "I dunno... let's just go check up on him." The two walked over to Sion's office and peered through the window, the room was pitch black except for one light from the computer. "...Is he even in there?" Zainat asked. "Has to be...I think." The two slowly opened the door and walked into the dark room. "...Sion?" Zainat called in a bit of a nervous whisper. The sound of something shaking was heard. Blade walked over to the computer screen to find a very horrifying picture of a screaming teletubby, practically staring at him. "...The fuck is this?" Blade cursed as he clicked the mouse to remove the picture. The game started back up again and Blade found himself unintentionally playing the game. "Hmmm... find ten custards? The fuck was he playing for the channel?" Blade questioned. "I don't think Sion is in this room." Zainat stated as he approached Blade. When he did, Blade's character found itself randomly staring right into the face of the same screaming teletubby. The scream was ear-piercing, and caused the two to jump back. There was also another noise coming from behind them. Sion, who was clinging to the high ceiling lamp fell from fright of the scream, and jumped on top of Zainat like a rabid cat, practically mauling him from fear. "TURNITOFFTURNITOFFTURNITOFF.THAT DEMON IN THE COMPUTER IS GOING TO WREAK BEDLAM ON TO THE WORLD. GODS SAVE US ALL!" The cat shouted as Zainat began to bleed immensely. Zainat pleaded for his life, while Blade pulled Sion off of him. Unfortunately, the khajiit who's name is officially pronounced as Cao-Rah See-On latched on to Blade and began to maul him and plead to him with fear. "SAVE ME! SAVE ME REPTAR!"
"And on to rule Number 4.... Blade is not allowed to play games that require a good amount of patience. Or play any levels requiring of the sort." "...Its my turn I guess... what is the reason for this new rule?"
Zaveed, Blade, Reigenleif, and Francis were sitting by four computers, beginning to record the newest video for the channel. Zaveed looked at his three companions, who each nodded that they were all ready to start the video. "Ahem." He cleared his breath before speaking. "Hello, and welcome to the Votscast! Today I am joined by the lovely Reigenleif-" "Good evening!" "The dashing Francis-" "Aww, youre too kind." "And the daring Blade." "Sup bitches." "We are continuing from where we left off last time, immediately jumping into a boss battle. So, are we all ready to commence?" "Yep, let's go." Francis confirmed. Zaveed pressed the key and immediately from his character customization screen, the game loaded up. Four characters wearing pitch black robes: One wielding a giant mace, one wielding a shield, one wielding a deck of cards, and one wielding a pair of chakrams stood side by side. They were stationed on one of the few pieces of land they could as the area was surrounded by water. They were commanded to defeat a flying dragon holding a treasure chest in its mouth.
Time passed. A lot of time. And they barely even scratched. All they were doing was flying around chasing their prey. "...This has grown rather tedious." Zaveed sighed. "...My spells keep missing... why can't it stay still?" A complaint slipped from Reigenleif's mouth. "Fuck... I missed again... but that's not a real shocker there...." Cursed Francis.
And more time passed. And even though they managed to deal some damage, the team had a ways to go. Zaveed noticed Blade was eerily quiet the longer the fight dragged on. Heck, they all noticed. Was he feeling sick maybe? Blade's character took a swing at the dragon's tail once more, and once more he missed. Blade simply stopped playing at that point; his character remained still in the air. The argonian stood up from his seat, blank faced and grabbed a nearby butter knife. He closed his eyes, and held the knife with both hands. Then, with blinding speed, he swiped the knife through the air in front of him. The knife remained by his side as he knelt down immediately after his motion.
"This time..."
Then randomly a few locks from Reigenleif's, Zaveed's, and Francis' hair fell from their heads. The three turned to stare at Blade.
"I didn't..." he twirled the knife in his hand.
Then, all of the windows on their floor of the building were sliced in half, shattering as they fell to the ground.
"Fucking miss." he placed the knife in his pocket, as if it were the sheathe of a sword.
Then, a tiny slash mark appeared on the screen where the dragon was flying on the computer. And suddenly, the computer was diced to bits and pieces.
"Piece of shit boss." He cursed as he began to walk out of the room. The three remaining glanced at each other before returning to stare at him. "...What in the world did he just do...?" Francis questioned. Blade reached the door to the room and left, slamming the door behind him.
And when he did, the entire floor of the building was leveled down to the next one.
