Murderworld 2012

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

The sound of spotlights coming on could be heard, and the darkness that had embraced the people within the room had disappeared. Instead, they were on what looked like an elaborate stage... something out of a reality TV show like the Bachelor. As if things could not get stranger, a large, 65" LED TV came to life, showing a young woman in a white jacket, green shirt, and a horrible yellow and orange polka dot tie.

"Ah! Our lovely contestants have woken up! Welcome, welcome one and all to Murderworld 2012!" The neuro-implants in the sides of her eyes began to glow a bright green in color, and her face had a large smile upon it. "These contestants were carefully selected to take part in the most fun, and dangerous version of Murderworld yet! Winners get to live, if we have any winners, that is. And the losers? Well, they get to die horribly painful and elaborate deaths!"

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[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"And THIS is why I need to quit capturing Spider-Men... they never know when to shut up." Alisa's lips formed into a slight pout before speaking to her somewhat "captive" audience. "You can call me Arcade... I am sure your parents have told you about me in some regard. You four will be playing a game and not just any game! MY game! A game to see who lives and who dies, for the amusement of myself and the millions watching this broadcast on Youtube! The whole world is watching you, and so am I!"

More lights came on in the "arena", showing it looked like some macabre fun-house or amusement park. The contestants could also see they had on collars, each one of them.

"You ever see "The Running Man? Of course not, you are just a bunch of stupid little kids! You try and escape, and those collars will blow your heads off! The only way to get the collars off is to survive Murderworld long enough to find the key!" She wiggled her gloved finger before the group on the TV screen. "And to make this game even MORE fun, there is a secret 5th player! A "hostage" if you will! But I am not going to tell you who she is! Instead, I've left clues with the keys to her identity! Though considering how dumb kids are these days, I doubt you will even be able to figure out who she is and how to save her... oh the drama! This is going to increase those viewer ratings by the thousands!"

[poorgirlsarcee]

"Sorry I just play guitar." Mira flashed Spiderman a grin then looked over at 'Arcade'.

"First off, Do I look like I'm Hero-spawn? My dad was in the entertainment business." Adult, but hey she's not going to give that information up. "And dude, Battle Royal was so much better." Mira, really you should shut up now. Especially since you're living it!

The dumb comment had her glare again, she may not be as smart as Stark, but she knows her way around a garage and tool box... War-zone... another story. Though mouth on, check./ "What beating up fang-faces get a little boring cybergirl?" Hey, she didn't exactly catch her name a while back. She's looking over the 'field' to see if there's anything she might be able to use to get them out of the mess. Nothing's looking too obvious, instead looks like one of those cheesy horror sets her father liked using around Halloween for his movies. "Well fuck, all it's missing is the bad leather outfits and whips and chains, then I'd feel like I was back home in California." Bad humor instead of showing fear... Good idea right?

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"Pleaseeee... I know your Daddy makes porn films, for crying out loud! Stop making it sound like he's something legit! And did you REALLY think I did not study all of you before selecting who gets to play MY game!?" Alisa's eyes rolled. "Oh! And just for being a total bitch, and recognizing this "body", You get to play in the hardest level of Murderworld! Congratulations! After-all, I cannot have you spoiling what you know to the others! That gives them an unfair advantage!"

With the push of a button, the floor opened up under Mira, and she was sent into total darkness once again.

"Now then, kiddies. It looks like the games are about to start! Each world has been selected to give you a REAL challenge... and well, a certain death. Something entertaining for our viewers! Any last words for the cameras? Oh, and no bawling and begging for your pathetic lives. It's a real turn off. No one wants to see it, no one cares!"

[stormy_skrull]

Mary's mind was already racing. Despite the fact that she mostly presented and played herself for laughs, she had a keen eye for detail and was quite intelligent in certain subjects.

Not the least of which was being smart enough to know when not to reveal all that she could do. Because this collar? Wasn't going to hold her for long.

"Murderworld?" she asked, defiantly. "Really? Deathtraps are already a cliche without putting a theme park spin on it. Does Mojo know you're stealing his bit? I hear he doesn't like competition."

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"Hey! Mojo stole those ideas from me!" Alisa looked very offended. "Congratulations, kid... you just got yourself sentenced to the second hardest section of Murderworld, because let's face it, kid. You'll ALWAYS be number two in this world! Have fun!"

With another push of a button, a trap door under Mary opens and she drops down into the darkness, just as Mira did before.

"And then there were two. What to do, what to do?" Alisa mocked the remaining contestants, tapping her chin in thought.

[fourshelled]

Athos crossed his arms in front of his chest. He shook his head and turned toward the Spider-Man.

"Hipped in a birdcage with an addle-cove chattering. So, blood, well-lanned enough to know who Mojo-Lite is?"

Being from the mutant school side of things, Mojo got covered in a bit more detail since the big, yellow media mogul controlled a whole dimension.

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"Ugh! I cannot understand a word you are saying!" Alisa slapped herself in the face. "Whatever! Have a safe trip, see you next fall ninja turtle!"

With another push of a button, another contestant was sent through a trap door and into their personal stage of Murderworld. That left just one contestant left...

[tangledwebs]

Spider-Man stood up and dusted off the bottoms of his costume. Yep. It wasn't a motley crew anymore. It's just a motley me.

He cleared his throat and then started singing.

"And now we're standing face-to-face
Isn't this world a crazy place?
Just when I thought our chance had passed
You go and save the best for last!"

He grinned, though it wouldn't be obvious, considering the full-facial cowl that he wore.

"So, do I get the ticket, Paula? Do I get to go to Hollywood?" This was a crazy reality-type deal? Fine. He'd yuk it up for the hell of it, and then he'd come out on top.

I hope.

"I mean, if you didn't like that sample, I could sing something else. Something by Eagle-Eye Cherry? Smash Mouth? I do a mean Shakira, too. These hips? They definitely don't lie."

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"... I really should have sent you into the arena first." Alisa groaned as Spider-Man started to yuk it up. "Yeah, you are not moving on to the next part of Super-Hero Idol! Sorrrrrry! But hey, here's your consultation prize!"

She punched the button in front of herself, which opened up the trap door under Spider-man, and sent him out of the main part of Murderworld.

"Ugh! I swear! No more Spider-men! I cannot stand them!" Alisa frowned, turning in her chair to the other monitors and controls to see what was going on. "Let the entertainment begin, kiddies!"