Nanotrasen Corporate Games

[Gollee]

((Fracking... Been getting distracted by suddenly having access to all three ME games, will post another today.))

[Gollee]

"Here we are! Opening the second week of the Nanotrasen Corporate Games! That's right folks! This! Is! Day! Eight! Our survivors are! Mr Robert Dalton, Station Security! Roy Wyatt, Extravehicular Engineer! Jade Rathel, Station Security! And Na'Khar Sa' Kuate, Tajara Pitycase!"

"The final four! Yesterday we saw Mr Wyatt continue his killing spree! Trapping and slitting the throat of Miss Saani with a cleverly placed noose trap! It looks like he is trying to set up another; he's climbing that tree... Ten feet.... Twenty feet.... Thirty feet... For- thirtytwentytenzero. Looks like tree climbing is not one of Mr Wyatt's many skills, that branch broke right under him, dropping him forty feet onto his head. Messy, quick, but messy. And a delicious scream."

"So! Juaaanita! Down to three! All of them in a group together! Once they hear the cannon they will know they are the last ones! What will they do!"

"It looks like they have broken out into immediate combat! Miss Rathel has grabbed Mr Sa'Kuate round the neck and twisted his head all the way around! Mr Dalton has bugged out! Our little angel has finally shown some fangs!"

"Miss Rathel isn't pursuing him, she is consolidating the camp of supplies, down to two! Down to two!"

The broadcast switches to a replay of each of the twenty two other deaths of the tournament; replaying each one in vivid HD, every blood spray, every cry of pain, caught by a dozen automated cameras for your viewing.

"And Miss Rathel has set off in pursuit! She has her knife! And Mr Dalton has his wooden spear from a few days past! They've seen each other! It's all going down here folks! This is the final combat! This will determine the winner of the NANOTRASEN CORPORATE GAMES!"

The entire screen flicks to a display, the two survivors are circling each other, weapons held ready.

Suddenly and sharply, Mr Dalton darts forwards, jabbing his spear into Miss Rathel's shoulder, elicting a cry of pain and a spray of blood. Dalton presses his advantage, twisting his spear in the wound, only to stagger forwards as it slips downwards, going under the bone of Miss Rathel's shoulder and out of the back of her arm. His unexpected stagger takes him straight onto the point of Miss Rathel's knife; and she wastes no time taking advantage of the opportunity. She twists the knife up from his gut, splitting his abdomen and sawing into his ribs, before letting him drop to the ground. She staggers away, before she has managed ten steps, the cannon sounds, followed by an echoing voice through the arena.

Congratulations Miss Jade Rathel! You are the victor of the Nanotrasen Corporate Games! You have won a luxury condo on Biesel! And ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND CREDITS INTO YOUR ACCOUNT, EACH AND EVERY YEAR FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE! Well done Miss Rathel! Well done!"

The screen flicks back to the two presenters.

"What an astounding finish! Within a day, Miss Rathel goes from having never hurt a fly to two high profile killings! What a show!"

"Indeed it was Dallas, and to you, our loyal viewers, we say, Goodnight!"

 

[VoltageHero]

(( Jade is number one. ))

[Crescentise]

((Jade has zero kills. Zero. Is that nerd really gonna fucking win this?))

 

(( If Jade wins, I will lel. ))

 

((Lel.))

[Guest]

(( Looks like I fucking called it.))

[Valkrae]

(( Surprised Robert lasted as long as he did. ))